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âGliding in on the twin engine discordant tones weâve come to love from EXEK comes their new transmission âAdvertise Hereâ. Beats bumping up thru a flapping spring reverb. Gilded production choices. Stripped bass bubbling in the cauldron. With each pass of the witchâs ladle, words float in the steam over the cacophonous concoction. The coven that croons together slays together. With every layer peeling back on our earâs tongue we will exclaim âwickedâ. Perhaps their strongest effort yet. The twin engines reappear now, tardy Guitar and synthesis, rounded edges, worn and ever so slightly fuzzed out. Perfection.
This LP strives for new lyrical highs in my opinion Pop at an armâs length. Thru a greasy lens. A conversation. A conversation on drugs. A passing comment that sticks an utterance from the death bed. Reminiscent of Brian Eno, White Fence, PiL, Full Circle, ESG, all things Geoff Barrows, Eroc, Lard Free, and music of free weirdos everywhere. This one is the mossy titled deck of a half submerged shipwreck. A green light in a red room. A lump of clay. The end of the night when you think âperhaps I should have left ages agoâ. But itâs too late nowâŠyouâre in too deepâŠmight as well have one more dance. This LP is leaping even further out into the unknown for EXEK. A trip indeed. Full of hits with zero diss and lots of hiss on no near missâ â John Dwyer
This LP strives for new lyrical highs in my opinion Pop at an armâs length. Thru a greasy lens. A conversation. A conversation on drugs. A passing comment that sticks an utterance from the death bed. Reminiscent of Brian Eno, White Fence, PiL, Full Circle, ESG, all things Geoff Barrows, Eroc, Lard Free, and music of free weirdos everywhere. This one is the mossy titled deck of a half submerged shipwreck. A green light in a red room. A lump of clay. The end of the night when you think âperhaps I should have left ages agoâ. But itâs too late nowâŠyouâre in too deepâŠmight as well have one more dance. This LP is leaping even further out into the unknown for EXEK. A trip indeed. Full of hits with zero diss and lots of hiss on no near missâ â John Dwyer
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âGliding in on the twin engine discordant tones weâve come to love from EXEK comes their new transmission âAdvertise Hereâ. Beats bumping up thru a flapping spring reverb. Gilded production choices. Stripped bass bubbling in the cauldron. With each pass of the witchâs ladle, words float in the steam over the cacophonous concoction. The coven that croons together slays together. With every layer peeling back on our earâs tongue we will exclaim âwickedâ. Perhaps their strongest effort yet. The twin engines reappear now, tardy Guitar and synthesis, rounded edges, worn and ever so slightly fuzzed out. Perfection.
This LP strives for new lyrical highs in my opinion Pop at an armâs length. Thru a greasy lens. A conversation. A conversation on drugs. A passing comment that sticks an utterance from the death bed. Reminiscent of Brian Eno, White Fence, PiL, Full Circle, ESG, all things Geoff Barrows, Eroc, Lard Free, and music of free weirdos everywhere. This one is the mossy titled deck of a half submerged shipwreck. A green light in a red room. A lump of clay. The end of the night when you think âperhaps I should have left ages agoâ. But itâs too late nowâŠyouâre in too deepâŠmight as well have one more dance. This LP is leaping even further out into the unknown for EXEK. A trip indeed. Full of hits with zero diss and lots of hiss on no near missâ â John Dwyer
This LP strives for new lyrical highs in my opinion Pop at an armâs length. Thru a greasy lens. A conversation. A conversation on drugs. A passing comment that sticks an utterance from the death bed. Reminiscent of Brian Eno, White Fence, PiL, Full Circle, ESG, all things Geoff Barrows, Eroc, Lard Free, and music of free weirdos everywhere. This one is the mossy titled deck of a half submerged shipwreck. A green light in a red room. A lump of clay. The end of the night when you think âperhaps I should have left ages agoâ. But itâs too late nowâŠyouâre in too deepâŠmight as well have one more dance. This LP is leaping even further out into the unknown for EXEK. A trip indeed. Full of hits with zero diss and lots of hiss on no near missâ â John Dwyer
























