Brute Florist Arranges For You
Brute Florist Arranges For You
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Brute Florist. To say he's a multi-instrumentalist, producer, mixing & mastering engineer and acclaimed field recordist is rifuckingdiculous. Like scratching upon the surface of the tippy top of the iceberg. "It's all the same thing, man." A caveman wanders the land picking flowers. He collaborates with a reality. A co-conspirator.
Arrive in the lands of the Brute Florist from whatever direction finds you. And be arranged.
The new record from Brute Florist is super dope and totally sick!
The new record from Brute Florist is super dope and totally sick!
A collection of (mostly) instrumental songs composed for video and film that will have you you 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 there is literally a prepared dishwasher involved.
Get your digital copy on Bandcamp and put that sucker on infinte repeat
Side A: Gift Basket - The Nice To Have
Side B: Words Hat Crow - Brute Florist
Two genre straining songs that almost universally elicit tilted heads, quizzical facial expressions and short, far away phrases like "Er, I don't know what I think about this" and "No, leave it, I need to hear where this is going." and "Who is this again?"
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 via any number of back alleyways, and emerge into unending canyon lands of confused delight as you delve ever deeper into the catacombs of the mind of Brute Florist.
And we encourage you to do so!"
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