Public Speaking sparks perceptive listeners with both carefully woven melodies and insightful lyrics. These songs are delivered with the most precarious tone. Innocence with an up welling of emotion, the tracks seem to slip back and forth between tenderness and angst.
Wistful crumbly electronics with drifting ethereal voice. Possibly an incoming transmission from a flickering dimension. Like ambient audio debris slowly cycling to shore with every set and swell in the blistered sea.
Extremely patient and controlled use of percussion and strings. Beautiful fluidity that never crest above the desired markers. Desert Center is a sonic heavy, filled with deep rumbling tones and introspective radiance.
Black Unicorn is some hybrid language of generations of lost sputniks and satellites. A world where radar and sonar combine and dance to the bleeping rhythms. A place we can only pretend to comprehend and are just relegated to hopefully appreciate.
Balaboste is a beautiful obtuse angle. Guitar notes climbing and weaving like vines along century old brick walls. Rooted and pot bound in a timeless genre, Bill Tucker cracks the terracotta and shows how guitar can be something totally new.
Like rain on slanted glass, directions change. Notes gently fall in a drone like sowing of seeds, the path appears, uplifted and slightly above the cathartic din. Bill Tucker makes spirits stretch between tranquility and acute awareness.
Dane Rousay emerges from another dimension and leaves the door open. Billowing through come rhythms disguised as physic chaos. Tranquility disturbed, transformed into an organic pulsating spectrum of a tumbling consciousness.