The A-side of Cellophane Spill's c22 opens with the sound of the kitchen sink in anti-gravity, disperse elements floating in suspended space, sometimes slamming against the sides of the steel vessel when the whole thing veers to avoid oncoming astroids, etc. But soon we arrive even stranger lands, where atonal hooks scrape along to manipulated, reptilian vocals. Sometimes blogger types like to describe textural, melodic, ambient music as “otherworldly”, but one should refer them to Cellophane Spill for the real extraterrestrial treatment.
Just wait til they start aping baile funk (really).
The cassette is out shortly on Night People Records.