Brute Florist Arranges For You
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
The first volume of field recordings by Brute Florist! Turns out this kid has been recording out in the wild for decades. He's been making noises (pun totally intended) about releasing this stuff for years. These unusual tracks are intensely stereophonic, highly immersive aural gems.
This volume takes you to Belize. Your journey begins in with the nighttime creatures of the jungle and ends in a flash of lightning and washes of rolling thunder. Strap on your best headphones and take the trip!
Our man in the streets and gullys actually dropped us a two pack! This is the the second collection of field recordings by Brute Florist.
Recorded in 2003 out in the woods near Bastrop. These little bastards have some pipes! Hear the endangered Houston Toad fill the night with the songs of their people. Small groups to full choruses, the stereo field fills and whorls around your head. You may want to sit down in case you get dizzy.
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?"
Download the digital release via Heavy Mediums on Bandcamp!
Upcoming Q2: 7" vinyl release!
Musician ◉ Visual Artist ◉ Producer/Engineer ◉ Field Recordist ◉ Poet ◉ Arranger ◉ Sculptor ◉ Digital Artist ◉ Creator
Like an Audio/Visual 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 unusual fragments frozen in time to highly bent video constructions incorporating his original art and sounds.
You could discover Brute Florist through any of these alleyways and many more and then bask in hectares of sheer delight as you delve deeper into the catacombs of the creative mind of Brute Florist.