One of the best tapes of 2013, by a mile, just plopped itself into my lap and I’ll be damned if I’m going to skip it because it came out a few measly months ago. Ultramarine is a label many of you know and trust, and while the metal-scraping extremity of many of its releases could be considered an acquired taste, Pick-up’s Departure never settles down and rarely ventures into pain-as-pleasure territory. I remember hearing some of these sounds when I used to mess around with Audacity a lot; plenty of filtering and haphazard looping afoot. There’s a mystical element at work on Side B that slides into the deepest substance of your soul, and as it snakes through the grass it’s easy to get lost. In a good way. That’s some damn-fine choppin’, son! Then the damn breaks, the salvia kicks in and we’re gliding down a waterslide in a flourescent tube, drifting in and out of consciousness. When you awake, a lone stringsman is serenading you. Then it’s over. Flip that shizz, my man.
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