Listening to…

Sleeping Bags, Pehr.
Sometimes a download of just a single song from a forthcoming album seems inadequate. When it’s a seven and a half minute burst of improv, proudly mastered after one take without any subsequent studio twiddling, you’ve got something hefty to promote the album with. It’s a beautiful burst of noise which could, if you wanted, be shorthanded as “2nd VU album,” but deserves its own 21st century considerations. It’s fluid, democratic, deconstructive and the soundtrack to my life right now as summer becomes fall and stuff gets more rigid.