Eola
Dang

THE REVIEW

(another) debasera page for an album known in the debaseron, thanks alfama

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Edwin White is sir. Eola, he has been recording Dang since the beginning of the decade inside a big apple to release it just a year ago; and if π*10^7 are roughly the seconds of a year, 33 are the RPMs of this 12'' and one - minimum - is the listen I recommend if you enjoy certain grated melodies.

And I Know

Among the florets of these gospels and the unbridled psychedelia, the album definitely sounds like forest music to me; maybe it's largely due to the cover, but unfortunately, I didn't have a second chance for a new first impression, so for now it will stay that way for me, among the trees and composed by Edwin the white.

B and O Blues

A lo-fi that is dust of honey, young choirs creating beams of light, branches letting them in with hints of rhythm on chants from the first dawn post-hangover; it's all elusive electronics that modulate folk, blues, world, where traits of black music, singer-songwriter, panda bear, Sam Cooke, Ariel Pink emerge, all like floating bodies in the clear ponds of these tracks; an pop of amplified perceptions, a naive and welcoming experimentation that works more than a little; I'll probably carry a couple of tracks from here with me for a while, hallelujah, hallelujah now.

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