All those colors dripping into the sea of milk like lysergic
streamers in the mist cannot portend the sheer buzzing dynamism of Cereal
Banter. Then it’s my blood, the elements of the songs measured in angstroms as
they electrify cells and antibodies and whatnot as I’m fully charged, fully
enabled. Joseph and Nicholas are the psych-fuzz duo, filled with pop hooks, the
source, generating the electricity like as they’re continually struck by
lightning and zapped by atmospheric friction and whacked about by dangling
downed wires. What then are we to do in the presence of such amplified power?
We are to do nothing. It’s our lot to be fried.
If we can handle it, we can be released. Cereal
Banter releases us from boring rock tropes and garage clichés. Cereal Banter
releases us from expectation, from reliance on routine. Cereal Banter releases
us from our socks and our shoes, as we kick up whirlwinds around which water
droplets form, birthing massively overwhelming thunderheads. And yet the hooks.
The hooks catch us, sink into us, and keep us from losing hope. Colors are
blood dripping into open ears, blood dripping into open amps. Plug in and be
processed into music. “Wonderful Quest” indeed.
--Ryan
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