Now, generally speaking one should never go beyond a trilogy. Never overstep the boundaries of three. This rule applies to many mediums and many of the intricate details that make up those mediums. Three is a magic number after all.
Yet, here I am. Breaking that rule. Coming in with that most un-sacred number; four. For you see, some things must live outside the law. For the greater good. This semi-(though getting more consistently)regular feature is one such thing. For the greater good and for your benefit specifically, it and I must bend, and ultimately break, the rules.
Soon, the rule of three will be a long forgotten memory, just a distant number in the infinite. This article and I, we’ll go on forever for I am incapable of dying. We’ll always be here to guide you through music, and your children, and your children’s children, and so on.
More specifically though, I just really couldn’t think of a way to introduce this latest addition. Here is our previous entry in this series for your leisurely perusal, if you haven’t already and some links within to the others. For this one though. Here’s a bunch of stuff I think you should be listening to now or once you’ve read this feature, if not before…
Disclaimer : some credit should be given for two of the entries here to WhatCulture Music Editor Rhys Milsom for his incessant assaults on my Facebook wall with new music.
1. Sleep Party People
Now the fundamental ideals behind a good sleep and a good party might be quite at odds with each other normally. However, not so for Brian Batz, or that is Sleep Party People. No, in the case of Sleep Party People these two opposite ends of the spectrum coincide quite perfectly.
Started initially as the bedroom project of bedroom producer Brian Batz, this now fully functioning five piece (identity concealing rabbit masks included) deal in a sound that suits the introspective dreams of a good slumber as it does a vibrant though lethargic social gathering.
Using an old drum machine, some piano, some guitar and a lot synth to channel the spirits of My Bloody Valentine and shoegaze, Sigur Ros and serene scores, Mogwai and post-rock and a healthy shade of The Flaming Lips’ modern, dream like psychedelia. This anonymous collective deliver songs of genuine beauty that float like the dawn haze of a long and heavy night.
You’re as likely to find yourself as you are to lose yourself when immersed within We Were Drifting on a Sad Song.