Much like – let’s say – duck à l’orange, the constituents of Luo’s sound, on paper, haven’t, at first glance, ever appeared too likely to mingle well. Thick, hazy electronica and tumbling, wonky prog leanings; a bird and a citrus fruit? Neither part feels instantly plausible to mesh without prompting some discord however, as contemporaries such as Three Trapped Tigers and Poisonous Birds consistently prove (as regards the music, not the cuisine), the two can make for comfy bedfellows.
A number of weeks ago, having embarked on a brief perambulation, I suffered the deep misfortune of falling victim to a kidnapping; a posse of ruffians forced a hood over my head and scooped me into the back of a transit van and I saw nothing until I awoke; alone, my surroundings, a pleasant yet unsettlingly corporate board room. There were some biscuits in a little dish so I took one. “Hmm”, said I, “These biscuits taste as though they have been produced with Kworn™ High Quality Meat Substitute”.
What makes a virtuoso; an incredible musician? Query google, “world’s greatest guitarist”, and doubtless your browser will be awash with well-maned men sicking up harmonic minor scales, gurning into the abyss
Late last year, crazy Nordic loop rockers Aiming For Enrikeexploded into mine and many other’s ears, the beastly warped grooves of the duo’s third LP, Las Napalmas, making waves across the wierdo rock community.
It is a beautiful day at the park. Nestled high, in damp climbing frame arms, everything expands outwards before you: skies, pastel blue and jewelled with oddly handsome birds, stroking clouds, formed into trivial shapes - solely for your pleasure...