Free Range, comprised of Ernestas Sadau and DKA co-founder Matt Weiner (TWINS, Normal Bias), blends mutant beat, acid industrial, slow psy-hop, and hauntological EBM, churning and percolating with equal doses of the primordial and the futuristic. The latest single from the album Wild Life, a spooky number called “Rats on Coke,” is a nearly six-and-a-half minute hypnotic instrumental jumble of disassociation, sinister disembodied voices echoing through the atmosphere, and paranoid aggression. Fitting, given the subject.
Through clinical experimentation, researchers have recently unearthed that rats have developed a predilection for cocaine over sustenance – relinquishing their intake of pellets in favour of the drug; exhibiting heightened zeal towards cocaine; altering their conduct to obtain more of the substance in a frenzied ouroboros. Notably, female rats were more prone to cultivating a preference for cocaine, and relapse in seeking out cocaine and pellets varied based on sexual dimorphism. Now, with the release of “Rats on Coke,” you can channel the chakras of these rapacious rodents on the dance floor through the power of sound rather than substance. (We hope.)
Bringing to mind Fad Gadget, Acid Horse, MKUltra, and Suicide, this disturbing offering of peculiar industrial musique concrete worms its way into your soul.
The nine songs of “Wild Life” craft a dazzling aural display conjured by the virtuosic minds of Weiner and Ernestas Sadaunikas, whose prodigious talents were honed at the soundboards of Spare Room Studio. After capturing the otherworldly essence of their sonic menagerie, they entrusted the final flourishes to the masterful ears of Dietrich Schoenemann at Complete.
This sonic expedition, a tour-de-force of impressionistic audacity, enthralls and enraptures in equal measure, evoking a pantheon of fanciful creatures that exist only in the mind’s eye and beyond our quotidian realm. Animorphs gambol across the lunar landscape…prehistoric amphibians emerge unscathed from our mundane bus stops…lizards strum guitars powered by pure helium, igniting the senses…and as if that wasn’t enough, wooly mammoths thunder back onto the scene, emerging from the blacktop like a sonic stampede.
This is a symphonic odyssey for the ages, an opus of grandeur and unfettered imagination, that truly captures the Wild Life that resides within us all.
Order Wild Life here.
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