Its kinda hard to focus when all night I’ve been distracted by demos from early 80s post punk bands. Broken Faith anyone? Sip my coffee and pay attention. Elite Gymnastix regard themselves as chillwave. Except for the distant vocals calling out from the other side of a hollow memory, the occassional sampled loops from early 90s hip hop and old school rave doesn’t make me feel chilled, more like in limbo, unsure and certainty, buoyed between a dreamstate and hazy-eyed confusion.
It aint surf, more like Fuck Buttons on too much weed. The wall of noise become twinkles, the harsh landscape becomes the dimly familiar percussion beat of an old dance track on a tape deck, you can almost hear the hiss. In We Fly High, the lyrics are spoken-word. I want to smile, but my face strains under the expectation. So I close my eyes instead.
It sorta works. Kinda like trying to have a conversation in a room smothered in hash smoke, everything in a pre-dawn comedown.
[Elite Gymnastix - Real Friends]–>Bad Fotography Recommends!
[Elite Gymnastix - Parachute]–>Bad Fotography Recommends!
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