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Field Reports From The western Lands
Format: 2LP + BOOK
Pressung: EU - Original
Zustand: Neu Vinyl: Cover: Hip Hop / Rap
Includes a book with bookmark.
After almost a decade in the making, Reindeer’s first official full-length solo debut, Field Reports from the Western Lands, arrives appropriately towards spring 2018 as a testament to our current blazing backdrop of social and political catastrophe; Reindeer’s anguished vocals backed by Nimrod’s sonic landscape of breathtaking post-rock tones and loops beckon you home to neon-lit ruins—Reindeer himself leading you by the hand through sprouting black monoliths out from a cracked, dying world.
A conceptual sequel to the fbcabric & reindeer It’s Not Who You Know, It’s Whom You Know, this 16-track limited edition double vinyl in 4 parts utilizes various ‘field recordings,’ from environmental sounds throughout his travels in Europe and North America to dialogue samples of President Truman and Robert Oppenheimer, taking you on an experiential journey through the fallen Western World of murky dreams and alluring weightlessness—no, this is not an album that’s going to offer you any definiteness; rather, it endeavors to move you through the cavernous entrails of your own confused feelings via hallucinogenic impressions, spectral mirages and tones, carrying you from track to track through the chemical skies and radioactive rubble.
Not to mention that this album also includes a hauntingly gorgeous lyric booklet with original drawings by Reymundo Perez III (AKA Mildew of Papervehicle), and a digital download code as well, the entire package reminiscent of Reindeer’s notoriously complex and involved hand-crafted ‘Fragments from the Field’ packages containing forged documents from a seemingly eternal, glitchy atomic field.
Like a dreamer awakening to find the horror of his prison cell, except the horror is that the bars are nowhere to be seen—just the harrowing knowing of their existence—so it is to be submerged into the shifting, pulsating aural landscapes of this corroding lyrical maze, but with Reindeer guiding us through, his voice a blooming light amongst the wreckage.
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