Review from Dusted: Cro Magnon 7” EP
(Bruit Direct):
First American release by this intriguing French imprint, and its strongest release to date. Cro Magnon, not to be confused with the ESP-Disk outfit of yore, is Haley Fohr (Circuits des Yeux) and Katie Leming, operating in an overmodulated lo-fi gestalt. There’s pop here, in the same way that Times New Viking delivers it (“Wash”), but a lot more anger and discordance (“A Hole”), finally culminating in evocative, obtuse, broken dollhouse sounds of quiet fear (“Apple Orchard”). The slide from somewhat straightforward sounds to deliberate creep-on is quite the thing to behold, and if these two can keep the quality level up (seriously kids, there is NO NEED to release seven LPs worth of material before your 21st birthday), they will be a fondly remembered outfit in this troubled corner of musical expression and instant gratification through unformed scraps.
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What's up Cro Magnon? The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous monsters being slayed by flying phoenixes. How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight. In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. Your eyes are like spheres of crystal water filled with shimmering dreams. Transistors bridge where your vanity would never go. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. Panoramic aromavision is the future. A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation. As the bliss slowly rises in my incandescent eluxulator, your mere presence has a euphoric effect upon me. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a volcano in heat.
You guys were splendid. Thanks for hanging out with us after the gig. Hopefully, you had a pleasant stay. I don't remember much after Puffies played. Hit me up with a mailing address and I'll send you that Sweat Edition cd-r. May the "Final High" tape treat you well.
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