One of the most intricate and overwhelming works of music that I've ever heard, happily proceeding to aurally barrage you with such a wide and yet unified palette of sounds while you're just sitting there trying to make sense of all of it.
Favorite track: Course Plus.
It's fair to call Faxada's music overwhelming. Beautiful melodies, inspired rhythms, and punishing noise are presented in equal measure, with dramatic tonal and emotional shifts during and between tracks. It's engrossing, fearless work, experimental in the best sense: pushing boundaries in the pursuit of something new. On songs like "Imp" and "This All Could Be More Obvious", Faxada takes a daring approach to the mixing process, filling the low end frequencies with unorthodox sounds. He samples his own material on "(VII)" and toys with stereo channels on "Unsticked" and "(V, VI)".
Perhaps most importantly, though, Faxada has largely abandoned the plunderphonics of his debut album 'Cohost' in favor of music inspired by electroacoustic compositions. Przemek describes his new work on 'Paraa' as "heavily influenced by videogame sound design, triggering specific actions and thoughts on a composed timeline."
You can certainly hear such thoughtful attention to detail. Listening to the album is like time traveling through an entire story you can't quite put your finger on. Individual songs fade in and out of the view, undulating into one another, then disappearing completely into the haze of silence or noise. But, through it all, the album feels coherent and complete.
released September 21, 2018
Przemysław Wojtaszek: composition, production, mixing, mastering, sampling, contact microphones, objects, field recordings, synthesizers, vocals (4, 5, 6, 13, 17), electric guitar (4), acoustic guitar (5, 11), western concert flute (8, 11), glockenspiel (10), trash can (12)
Devin Dabney: vocals (10), lyrics (10)
Mikołaj Janeczko: electric guitar (2, 7)
Earl Keith: drums (4)
Jakub Tomaszczuk: mixing assistant (4), treatments (15)
Past time to smash, pass out the cash -
like it’s internet porn, gotta empty out the cache,
Hashtag the hash, but bash all the trash -
gotta ask, should I stay or should I go, no Clash,
rash with decisions as I mash inhibitions,
patience what I’m lacking - a quack in remission,
a hatred for the path that don’t have expedition,
got a task for the fast: a mask and a mission,
in case you forgot, hashtag with an @
for the mentions; so hot, smoke black in the kitchen,
a nigga finna have to go back to audition for the
track that he rapped - it was whack; just listen…
Mostly black, some white like a nun -
never run - see the night through the light from my gun,
get a fright from a slight oversight, number one,
I do it right, and I fight till I’ve won…at last, turn to
ash if I crash in the sun, but my son be the
son of an incredible one like Dash was,
going back to the future like Flash does,
Marty Fly in ’85, nigga catch up…