One of my favorite things about Deep Magic is listening to it in confined spaces (bathroom/shower, hallways/tunnels, foyer/entrances) on my headphones, trying to hum along, matching the tone, but reverberating it enough that I can hear myself echoing in the confined spot and through the music playing in my ears. There’s a real resonance to Deep Magic (Alex Gray)’s work, beyond that of sound and thought. It’s almost harmonious to the natural path of Earthly living, as though he’s bringing a dream-like state of mind to the most realistic of moments: that of the further thinkers opposed to the corporate satirical. It’s a peace with electronics that helps you sort out future-sorta-thoughts when dabbling on “Brighter Days.” It’s complete submission of artistry of life, not work. Is it abstract, or is it just the way we perceive it? Are we confined to the spaces we’re placed in, or do we confine our minds to what’s around us, rather than divulging in crevasses of our brain stem? It’s all out there. Deep Magic is out there. Discover anew. Meet Alex on the astral-plane of thought and melt your minds together in musical matrimony. HEAP!
Deep Magic’s Reflections of Most Forgotten Love is out late June on Preservation.