IF this is a dream – and that’s a big “if,” – then Wander has some
explaining to do. Because I’m out in it. I’m in the middle of whatever it is
that’s happening, and “For the Time Remaining,” track 2 (track 2, only!) on Kat Gat Sea, has overcome my senses. And
that’s even before I’ve gotten all
the way down to “Into the Flood,” where the paranoia really lives! These guys, Vincenzo De Luce and Matteo Tranchesi,
somehow have freaked me out about the state of my own surroundings. Maybe it’s
because we’ve all gotten out of Schrödinger’s catbox in the wrong offshoot
universe, but I’m starting to feel the void. This is folk? Folk is mentioned in
the bio: “minimal folk.” Hell, these machines are killing fascists like crazy if
this is folk. Get off that backporch rockin’ chair and flash forward into the
freaky now, this instant became the past a whole second ago. But it doesn’t
leave us, this folk, this commonality, because isn’t that what the term “folk”
implies? We all crash through the hardships together, and whether it’s me
imagining all our hardships in my own mind and it’s me navigating them together
with my own self, there’s still that empathy quotient, isn’t there? There’s got
to be, otherwise I’m lost. Or I’m gonna wake up. If I wake up, and we’re still
in the shit, somebody put me right back down to sleep. Oh, what’s that, “Black
Powder”? We’re still right there in the shit? Huh. Bye-bye then.
Let Wander impose itself upon you in weird psychological ways via
cassette tape. That’s the best method. Chilling. Masterful.
--Ryan Masteller
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