Poly-style eccentric, Alex Gray (Heat Wave, Deep Magic, Sun Araw, Olympus Mons, Earthsurfers) offers some of his most whacked out fractal madness as DJ Purple Image, or D/T/I. It's a dangerous listen if you're feeling anywhere short of a full basket, with a psychotomimetic style of arrangement and feel for space, tone and texture liable to irreversibly send any frayed minds over the edge. If Wanda Group figured out how to intravenously administer an MPC with ketamine his music may sound like 'Espresso Digital'; a muggy fug of beguiling samples, lopped-off loops and uncanny spatial diffusions; a thoroughly modern sort of psychedelia (when are bands gonna stop passing off fuzzy guitars as psychedelic, it's just f**king pastiche and about as psychedelic as a wet towel) which compels with every twist and turn, keeping us on tenterhooks waiting for the next sidelong spiral or sleight of mind. Over its 35 minute lifespan it veers from a creepily sentimental wedding speech to barely hinged loops stabs, thru microtonal bleeps and screwed soul samples to brain-burrowing piano hooks, frantic chime-tree panning and chromatic glitch moires, often inhabiting two polar worlds at once while somehow never losing the thread of illest logic that threatens to snap at any point, yet only becomes increasingly tangled whilst simultaneously unbinding to its constituent microfine particles. If that makes no sense, it's because this album's done its job scarily well. Not to be missed!
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Poly-style eccentric, Alex Gray (Heat Wave, Deep Magic, Sun Araw, Olympus Mons, Earthsurfers) offers some of his most whacked out fractal madness as DJ Purple Image, or D/T/I. It's a dangerous listen if you're feeling anywhere short of a full basket, with a psychotomimetic style of arrangement and feel for space, tone and texture liable to irreversibly send any frayed minds over the edge. If Wanda Group figured out how to intravenously administer an MPC with ketamine his music may sound like 'Espresso Digital'; a muggy fug of beguiling samples, lopped-off loops and uncanny spatial diffusions; a thoroughly modern sort of psychedelia (when are bands gonna stop passing off fuzzy guitars as psychedelic, it's just f**king pastiche and about as psychedelic as a wet towel) which compels with every twist and turn, keeping us on tenterhooks waiting for the next sidelong spiral or sleight of mind. Over its 35 minute lifespan it veers from a creepily sentimental wedding speech to barely hinged loops stabs, thru microtonal bleeps and screwed soul samples to brain-burrowing piano hooks, frantic chime-tree panning and chromatic glitch moires, often inhabiting two polar worlds at once while somehow never losing the thread of illest logic that threatens to snap at any point, yet only becomes increasingly tangled whilst simultaneously unbinding to its constituent microfine particles. If that makes no sense, it's because this album's done its job scarily well. Not to be missed!
Poly-style eccentric, Alex Gray (Heat Wave, Deep Magic, Sun Araw, Olympus Mons, Earthsurfers) offers some of his most whacked out fractal madness as DJ Purple Image, or D/T/I. It's a dangerous listen if you're feeling anywhere short of a full basket, with a psychotomimetic style of arrangement and feel for space, tone and texture liable to irreversibly send any frayed minds over the edge. If Wanda Group figured out how to intravenously administer an MPC with ketamine his music may sound like 'Espresso Digital'; a muggy fug of beguiling samples, lopped-off loops and uncanny spatial diffusions; a thoroughly modern sort of psychedelia (when are bands gonna stop passing off fuzzy guitars as psychedelic, it's just f**king pastiche and about as psychedelic as a wet towel) which compels with every twist and turn, keeping us on tenterhooks waiting for the next sidelong spiral or sleight of mind. Over its 35 minute lifespan it veers from a creepily sentimental wedding speech to barely hinged loops stabs, thru microtonal bleeps and screwed soul samples to brain-burrowing piano hooks, frantic chime-tree panning and chromatic glitch moires, often inhabiting two polar worlds at once while somehow never losing the thread of illest logic that threatens to snap at any point, yet only becomes increasingly tangled whilst simultaneously unbinding to its constituent microfine particles. If that makes no sense, it's because this album's done its job scarily well. Not to be missed!