don't listen to me, here's what patrick best of pelt has to say about the new DOPO album:
- home sick, downing some angel tea, barely making sense of the paper Prof. Grunenwald circulated awhile back postulating the probabilities for a fifth wave of Iberian psych or the LFD-Lysergic Fado Drone. Ludicrous a read as is much of "Toward a Fado Lysergic," it seems Grunenwald did foresee at least something of the sheer splurg of the new DOPO recordings:
"Noir, so soft, the intangible melancholy- buzzing 220, lightening the Alfama in the gangly clip clop of whoop and whop. Chimera, Mescalito, me Centaur, you Minotaur laying bound in sphere burning blue water inside orbs of gold, molten core, acerbic apostles of azure mountains, preachers of white magic."
levels of multi-scatter -- informed by the old school, enlivened by the rasp of outdated processors, yet still thoroughly anchored in its primate origina -- evidenced in this collection is sign of a higher order, a new constellation, some damn action along the Atlantic rim, eolian, that goes quite a bit past what I think an earlier generation of scene-scribblers expected.
But Grunenwald had a piece of it, I think, and fall back on the couch.
"DOPO oh DOPO come back to earth have we not had tea? Have we lost our look of tired ambiguity that befalls the chastised provocateurs' of the end state of the fading mind? DOPO, please drift us away again, again, again, again........"
How'd he know I was drinking tea? Freaking scene-scribblers
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