Jules Reidy's ace Black Truffle debut gets a timely reissue following last year's acclaimed 'Trances'. This one's an off-kilter art-pop milestone, with lush Autotune-d vocals smeared liberally over repurposed American Primitive 12-string cascades and dizzying kosmische synths. Nowt else like it - ignore it at yr peril.
When this one surfaced in 2019, Reidy had only released a handful of low-key tapes and LPs, but anyone who had witnessed their live performances knew how mind-altering their unique fusion of dream pop, folk and experimental electronics could be. And it unfolds mindfully on 'In Real Life' over two extended sides; Reidy leads us in slowly on 'Crystal Bones', singing hypnotically over blippy modular sequences, weightless pads and gristly guitar prangs. It's not pop, exactly, but Reidy uses the sketched outline of contemporary songwriting forms to overlay their surging composition. High-pitched wails evoke the gothy, early Cocteaus material, like a siren song drawing us into Reidy's dextrous fingerpicked 12-string flurries. At this point, the shadow of folk - particularly John Fahey's American Primitive exercises - looms over the music, but Reidy is careful not to tiptoe into repetition. Their tuning, just for starters, is deviously unusual, furnishing the material with an outerzone hue that's hard to miss. And like the best eccentric pop, it transports us to radically different places simultaneously without sounding chaotic - think Slowdive's underrated 'Pygmalion' or Kanye's enduringly influential '808s & Heartbreak'.
'Adulare' continues the thought with warped, cloud-puncturing synth tones and ethereal vocals accompanying Reidy's gleaming strums. But the side crescendos early, erupting into a fanfare of pulsing kicks and euphoric, arpeggiated sequences that fall away to introduce spine tingling gamelan clanks. Reidy mirrors these tones with guitar plucks, nodding to the tonal qualities of Indonesian music that's unmistakably inspired their own. It's another smart component that sets Reidy's music in completely its own lane, far out from their peers. They'd advance the formula a couple of years later on the brilliant 'World In World', before examining mantra-like drones on last year's 'Trances', but 'In Real Life' captures Reidy at a crucial, permeable phase, straddling different worlds and leaving all the options wide open. It's unmissable for anyone with a nagging feeling that experimental music has stopped being bold - this is all risk, all reward.
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Jules Reidy's ace Black Truffle debut gets a timely reissue following last year's acclaimed 'Trances'. This one's an off-kilter art-pop milestone, with lush Autotune-d vocals smeared liberally over repurposed American Primitive 12-string cascades and dizzying kosmische synths. Nowt else like it - ignore it at yr peril.
When this one surfaced in 2019, Reidy had only released a handful of low-key tapes and LPs, but anyone who had witnessed their live performances knew how mind-altering their unique fusion of dream pop, folk and experimental electronics could be. And it unfolds mindfully on 'In Real Life' over two extended sides; Reidy leads us in slowly on 'Crystal Bones', singing hypnotically over blippy modular sequences, weightless pads and gristly guitar prangs. It's not pop, exactly, but Reidy uses the sketched outline of contemporary songwriting forms to overlay their surging composition. High-pitched wails evoke the gothy, early Cocteaus material, like a siren song drawing us into Reidy's dextrous fingerpicked 12-string flurries. At this point, the shadow of folk - particularly John Fahey's American Primitive exercises - looms over the music, but Reidy is careful not to tiptoe into repetition. Their tuning, just for starters, is deviously unusual, furnishing the material with an outerzone hue that's hard to miss. And like the best eccentric pop, it transports us to radically different places simultaneously without sounding chaotic - think Slowdive's underrated 'Pygmalion' or Kanye's enduringly influential '808s & Heartbreak'.
'Adulare' continues the thought with warped, cloud-puncturing synth tones and ethereal vocals accompanying Reidy's gleaming strums. But the side crescendos early, erupting into a fanfare of pulsing kicks and euphoric, arpeggiated sequences that fall away to introduce spine tingling gamelan clanks. Reidy mirrors these tones with guitar plucks, nodding to the tonal qualities of Indonesian music that's unmistakably inspired their own. It's another smart component that sets Reidy's music in completely its own lane, far out from their peers. They'd advance the formula a couple of years later on the brilliant 'World In World', before examining mantra-like drones on last year's 'Trances', but 'In Real Life' captures Reidy at a crucial, permeable phase, straddling different worlds and leaving all the options wide open. It's unmissable for anyone with a nagging feeling that experimental music has stopped being bold - this is all risk, all reward.
Jules Reidy's ace Black Truffle debut gets a timely reissue following last year's acclaimed 'Trances'. This one's an off-kilter art-pop milestone, with lush Autotune-d vocals smeared liberally over repurposed American Primitive 12-string cascades and dizzying kosmische synths. Nowt else like it - ignore it at yr peril.
When this one surfaced in 2019, Reidy had only released a handful of low-key tapes and LPs, but anyone who had witnessed their live performances knew how mind-altering their unique fusion of dream pop, folk and experimental electronics could be. And it unfolds mindfully on 'In Real Life' over two extended sides; Reidy leads us in slowly on 'Crystal Bones', singing hypnotically over blippy modular sequences, weightless pads and gristly guitar prangs. It's not pop, exactly, but Reidy uses the sketched outline of contemporary songwriting forms to overlay their surging composition. High-pitched wails evoke the gothy, early Cocteaus material, like a siren song drawing us into Reidy's dextrous fingerpicked 12-string flurries. At this point, the shadow of folk - particularly John Fahey's American Primitive exercises - looms over the music, but Reidy is careful not to tiptoe into repetition. Their tuning, just for starters, is deviously unusual, furnishing the material with an outerzone hue that's hard to miss. And like the best eccentric pop, it transports us to radically different places simultaneously without sounding chaotic - think Slowdive's underrated 'Pygmalion' or Kanye's enduringly influential '808s & Heartbreak'.
'Adulare' continues the thought with warped, cloud-puncturing synth tones and ethereal vocals accompanying Reidy's gleaming strums. But the side crescendos early, erupting into a fanfare of pulsing kicks and euphoric, arpeggiated sequences that fall away to introduce spine tingling gamelan clanks. Reidy mirrors these tones with guitar plucks, nodding to the tonal qualities of Indonesian music that's unmistakably inspired their own. It's another smart component that sets Reidy's music in completely its own lane, far out from their peers. They'd advance the formula a couple of years later on the brilliant 'World In World', before examining mantra-like drones on last year's 'Trances', but 'In Real Life' captures Reidy at a crucial, permeable phase, straddling different worlds and leaving all the options wide open. It's unmissable for anyone with a nagging feeling that experimental music has stopped being bold - this is all risk, all reward.
Jules Reidy's ace Black Truffle debut gets a timely reissue following last year's acclaimed 'Trances'. This one's an off-kilter art-pop milestone, with lush Autotune-d vocals smeared liberally over repurposed American Primitive 12-string cascades and dizzying kosmische synths. Nowt else like it - ignore it at yr peril.
When this one surfaced in 2019, Reidy had only released a handful of low-key tapes and LPs, but anyone who had witnessed their live performances knew how mind-altering their unique fusion of dream pop, folk and experimental electronics could be. And it unfolds mindfully on 'In Real Life' over two extended sides; Reidy leads us in slowly on 'Crystal Bones', singing hypnotically over blippy modular sequences, weightless pads and gristly guitar prangs. It's not pop, exactly, but Reidy uses the sketched outline of contemporary songwriting forms to overlay their surging composition. High-pitched wails evoke the gothy, early Cocteaus material, like a siren song drawing us into Reidy's dextrous fingerpicked 12-string flurries. At this point, the shadow of folk - particularly John Fahey's American Primitive exercises - looms over the music, but Reidy is careful not to tiptoe into repetition. Their tuning, just for starters, is deviously unusual, furnishing the material with an outerzone hue that's hard to miss. And like the best eccentric pop, it transports us to radically different places simultaneously without sounding chaotic - think Slowdive's underrated 'Pygmalion' or Kanye's enduringly influential '808s & Heartbreak'.
'Adulare' continues the thought with warped, cloud-puncturing synth tones and ethereal vocals accompanying Reidy's gleaming strums. But the side crescendos early, erupting into a fanfare of pulsing kicks and euphoric, arpeggiated sequences that fall away to introduce spine tingling gamelan clanks. Reidy mirrors these tones with guitar plucks, nodding to the tonal qualities of Indonesian music that's unmistakably inspired their own. It's another smart component that sets Reidy's music in completely its own lane, far out from their peers. They'd advance the formula a couple of years later on the brilliant 'World In World', before examining mantra-like drones on last year's 'Trances', but 'In Real Life' captures Reidy at a crucial, permeable phase, straddling different worlds and leaving all the options wide open. It's unmissable for anyone with a nagging feeling that experimental music has stopped being bold - this is all risk, all reward.
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Jules Reidy's ace Black Truffle debut gets a timely reissue following last year's acclaimed 'Trances'. This one's an off-kilter art-pop milestone, with lush Autotune-d vocals smeared liberally over repurposed American Primitive 12-string cascades and dizzying kosmische synths. Nowt else like it - ignore it at yr peril.
When this one surfaced in 2019, Reidy had only released a handful of low-key tapes and LPs, but anyone who had witnessed their live performances knew how mind-altering their unique fusion of dream pop, folk and experimental electronics could be. And it unfolds mindfully on 'In Real Life' over two extended sides; Reidy leads us in slowly on 'Crystal Bones', singing hypnotically over blippy modular sequences, weightless pads and gristly guitar prangs. It's not pop, exactly, but Reidy uses the sketched outline of contemporary songwriting forms to overlay their surging composition. High-pitched wails evoke the gothy, early Cocteaus material, like a siren song drawing us into Reidy's dextrous fingerpicked 12-string flurries. At this point, the shadow of folk - particularly John Fahey's American Primitive exercises - looms over the music, but Reidy is careful not to tiptoe into repetition. Their tuning, just for starters, is deviously unusual, furnishing the material with an outerzone hue that's hard to miss. And like the best eccentric pop, it transports us to radically different places simultaneously without sounding chaotic - think Slowdive's underrated 'Pygmalion' or Kanye's enduringly influential '808s & Heartbreak'.
'Adulare' continues the thought with warped, cloud-puncturing synth tones and ethereal vocals accompanying Reidy's gleaming strums. But the side crescendos early, erupting into a fanfare of pulsing kicks and euphoric, arpeggiated sequences that fall away to introduce spine tingling gamelan clanks. Reidy mirrors these tones with guitar plucks, nodding to the tonal qualities of Indonesian music that's unmistakably inspired their own. It's another smart component that sets Reidy's music in completely its own lane, far out from their peers. They'd advance the formula a couple of years later on the brilliant 'World In World', before examining mantra-like drones on last year's 'Trances', but 'In Real Life' captures Reidy at a crucial, permeable phase, straddling different worlds and leaving all the options wide open. It's unmissable for anyone with a nagging feeling that experimental music has stopped being bold - this is all risk, all reward.