This is such perfect timing as we begin a new trip around the sun. One of my favorite musical discoveries of last year was Grass Mirror. With 7 songs of sonic perfection, the warm aural oddities of last February’s Atlasphere ep has been one of only a handful of records that I’ve consistently returned to in the past 12 months. If you haven’t checked it out yet, peep an article I wrote about it here, and grab this deliciousness over here.
Compared to his latest album, Atlasphere was merely a tease. Plastic Sky Brother is 14 tracks of exquisite production, a journey to another time when analog synthesizers lived side by side with 1 inch tape and valve compressors. A psychedelic masterpiece of the most experimental variety, giving any sort of genre label to it would be a complete disservice to the mind of this lysergic madman/genius. There are hints of jazz, funk, rare grooves, hip hop, bass music, idm, dub, space age sci-fi, foley work, elevator music, ambient, and at least a couple dozen more styles I’m sure I’m not even aware of. This is obviously a peak into the mind of someone with highly sophisticated music tastes. One who is not afraid to listen to and enjoy anything thrown their way….take it for a ride to the tryptamine palace and back, and then chew it up and spit it out in auditory nuggets we humanoids know as ‘songs’.
I reached out to Grass Mirror to get a little insight into his cranium, and he had this to say –
“Plastic Sky Brother is a sonic exploration of heavy sample manipulation and psychedelic headspace pushed through a magnetic tape head. I made this album with headphones in mind; a place where one can be immersed in layers of lush pads, waves of hiss and syncopated bass.”
Explaining this album in words is difficult – Crisp beats, tape-saturated warmth, little earwigs that surprise you in your headphones, distorted 808’s matched with oddly beautiful static, fog saturated melodies placed on half-molten steel then slowly stretched into new notes by a giant half alligator/half shark/half man. Right. As you see that doesn’t really work. Instead, All The Machines suggests a nice dose of liquid….ummm…..a dose of headphones, and hit play.
Pay-What-You-Please for Plastic Sky Brother on Bandcamp