Listening to an Autolux album has always been like being temporarily transported to an entirely different universe, one where disorientation and intrigue are the dominant forces, and embracing the unfamiliar and mysterious is the best navigational strategy.
Pussy's Dead, the Los Angeles-based trio's third album, is even more of an immersive sonic experience. The foundation of nearly every song consists of tangled sonic collages built around uneasy, often beautiful arrangements that approach meaning from seemingly impossible vantage points, but still register squarely with the listener’s emotions. There is an “electronicness” within the organic wash of these songs, but it comes from digitally deconstructing what’s been played by humans, rather than precisely programming synthetic sounds and instructing a computer to play them.
Listening to an Autolux album has always been like being temporarily transported to an entirely different universe, one where disorientation and intrigue are the dominant forces, and embracing the unfamiliar and mysterious is the best navigational strategy.
Pussy's Dead, the Los Angeles-based trio's third album, is even more of an immersive sonic experience. The foundation of nearly every song consists of tangled sonic collages built around uneasy, often beautiful arrangements that approach meaning from seemingly impossible vantage points, but still register squarely with the listener’s emotions. There is an “electronicness” within the organic wash of these songs, but it comes from digitally deconstructing what’s been played by humans, rather than precisely programming synthetic sounds and instructing a computer to play them.
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