Catch Prichard and the somber "Those That Live Dance" feels like a slow motion dream, a vintage Dokorder 6020 on half speed producing gray ghosts.
-Robb Donker Curtius
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The bending keys of "Beauty Drone" by Catch Prichard, the intriguing moniker of Oakland, California sideways songwriter, musician Sawyer Gebauer, will undoubtedly unlock heretofore unknown places in your head, the dark melodies like anesthesia slowing and shaping your dreams. The sound at times like slurred speech, like a vision in a David Lynch film, like a horrifying realization in repose, encircle your senses.
The spatial production might make you feel as if percussive strikes are running around you and Sawyer's upfront vocal countenance sometimes feels like a dull punch, a beautiful one but a punch just the same. As part of this trippy fog, his words (at least for me) are hard to capture and I wouldn't even try to do so because I think the sounds here in their entirety tell the story. One that each listener feels, hears differently because we all, after all, have different responses to hallucinogens, don't we.
-Robb Donker Curtius
Catch Prichard, alt pop, avant rock, psychedelic, freak folk, singer songwriter, experimental pop, post punk, electronica, noir wave, noir, Oakland California, dream soundscapes,
From Catch Prichard's current album "Everything I Love Has Fallen From Me"
THE FACTS AS WE KNOW THEM
https://www.instagram.com/catchprichard/
https://open.spotify.com/artist/4fGnksIEapOHDbvWOYPCW5
The bending keys of "Beauty Drone" by Catch Prichard, the intriguing moniker of Oakland, California sideways songwriter, musician Sawyer Gebauer, will undoubtedly unlock heretofore unknown places in your head, the dark melodies like anesthesia slowing and shaping your dreams. The sound at times like slurred speech, like a vision in a David Lynch film, like a horrifying realization in repose, encircle your senses.
The spatial production might make you feel as if percussive strikes are running around you and Sawyer's upfront vocal countenance sometimes feels like a dull punch, a beautiful one but a punch just the same. As part of this trippy fog, his words (at least for me) are hard to capture and I wouldn't even try to do so because I think the sounds here in their entirety tell the story. One that each listener feels, hears differently because we all, after all, have different responses to hallucinogens, don't we.
-Robb Donker Curtius
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