Not to broach into fellow Shuffle blogger and resident Aussie band expert Hugh McClure’s turf here, but I had to cover this delectable marriage of atmospheric prog, space and psychedelic rock from a new band called Cull. It’s like a less verbose Of Montreal had a twisted, animalistic romp with Tame Impala and then had a threesome with Animal Collective; so, you know, no one knows who the father is.
But, boy, do they make one hell of a baby. Predictable arrangements (like in Of Montreal) are cast aside. The electric guitar mimics the horn, piano keys plink in the midst of controlled chaos, and the breakdown three-quarters of the way through is what you’d feel if you let music destroy your sanity. Sure, you’ll be a bit of a puddled mess by the end of the song, but it was so worth it.
When I picture this song finding its way outside the confines of my room, I imagine it would be right at home in a Garden State soundtrack where Andrew Largeman spends the entirety of the movie lost in that drug-fueled ecstasy haze party scene. Bristling with introspective jitteriness, this song inspires a love/hate fantasy in your brain much in the same uncomfortable manner as Andrew Largeman sitting on a couch grinning his face off at you.
I love rock like this, it inspires creativity within me. If it does so for you as well, follow them on their SoundCloud and grab a free download.
