Brute Florist. To say he's a multi-instrumentalist, producer, mixing engineer and acclaimed field recordist is reeefuckingdiculous. Does that even scratch the iceberg? How about a caveman, wandering the land, picking flowers, arranging.
A collection of (mostly) instrumental songs composed for video and film. You are now careening past the Oort Cloud on a derelict vessel gone out of control.
Lusciously layered modular synth, ambient trip hop hypnotism, retro-futurist electro-reels, and prepared dishwasher.
Get your digital copy on Bandcamp and put that sucker on infinte repeat
Side A: Gift Basket - by The Nice To Have
Side B: Words Hat Crow - by Brute Florist
Two genre straining songs that elicit tilted heads, quizzical expressions and far away phrases like "I don't know what I think about this" and "No, leave it on" and "Who is this again?"
A field recording series so immersive you better bring a backpack and a water bottle.
Brute florist has been field recording since about ten seconds after figuring out how to work the portable cassette player at his mom's office. Volumes 1 & 2 are from his secret stash! Taking us from the jungles of Belize to the piny woods of Central Texas. Travel with Mr. Florist to Time Spheres.
Download hires digital release via Heavy Mediums on Bandcamp!
Exceprt from the introduction of a rare interview published in the first and only edition of the ill-fated zine Derpsauce Quarterly.
"Musician Visual Artist Producer Engineer Field Recordist Poet Arranger Sculptor Creator.
Like an A/V Bruce Lee - his is the style of no style. Some might say too much style. As if that's a thing.
The sounds of the Brute Florist are a perfect example. His works arrive in wax sealed bottles from distant stations: field recordings of endangered species, soundscapes from cities that no longer exist, simultaneous multi-cassette tape loop experiments, epic psychedelic doo-wop anthems, electro-rock juggernauts and etherial meditations on life and consciousness and love. To name a few.
His visual art spans a strange expanse between unaltered photos of weird fragments frozen in time, to atavistically bent video constructions incorporating original art and sounds.
You discover Brute Florist by following the ants and then you emerge into an unending canyon land of confused delight as you delve ever deeper into the catacombs of the mind of Brute Florist.
And we encourage you to do so!"