Ever wonder what your guts sound like when represented by musical
instruments? Ropal Jagnu surely has. They/he/she/it (I’ll go plural “they” for
now) have stuck their heads inside the open abdomen of a living thing and used
it as inspiration for their music, which is a form of seasick synthesizer
freakout. Silo, a noun having nothing
to do with guts, for some reason, sort of resembles noise rock in that there’s
drums and distorted/buried vocals (and weird, trippy guitar) along with the
synth. And that synth – it’s pushed to the fore for 10 minutes on each side,
sounding suspiciously like a street-corner politician (or preacher) punctuating
his points for effect. If a synthesizer could literally pump its fist in the air,
it would sound like what’s going on in the middle of “Silo” (the track).
“Ripple,” side B, sounds like a confrontation between R2-D2 and a bunch
of alien space thugs. It’s better than the Grateful Dead’s fucking “Ripple,”
that’s for GODDAMNED SURE.
(Nick: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
Anyhoo, Silo’s certainly a
welcoming and rewarding twenty minutes if you need a combination of punk
distilled to pixels and a malfunctioning arcade game slowly melting down from
the inside.
--Ryan Masteller
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