Michael Ferentino's Bedtime for Robots has just prescribed a free "drug" to plug the holes left by our current, publicized dread. In case one hasn't yet given it a listen, it's called The Great Endless and builds infinite, emotional landscapes in which one may roam.
The album is best personified by its expansive, three-part, self-titled tracks, which skid in such a way to confuse yet enlighten: just like life's ups and downs. The trio is both harsh and silky, twisting like licorice vines to the point of becoming a warm, gooey strip.
This long, layered slither tastes best if one absorbs its preludes: "No Questions", which introduces a deep, swallowing void; "Spacecream", which acts as its foamy aftermath; and "Flow", which spreads a rising residue, settling one into the right (or perhaps wrong) state of mind.
To further bracket "The Great Endless, parts 1-3", Ferentino triggers "Sin Moon", which echoes sticky, forbidden lure; sequelized by "Day Whatever", which rubs a kind of revolutionary resignation; "Disfigured Information" follows to represent the lies that induce such raw relaxation; tipped by "Globe", an advent for a greater, all-consuming numbness. The album's "Epilogue" performs as a sardonic goodbye that says all is fine, even though it's not.
The Great Endless is like a furtive fix formed to help one cope, but like most transfixing formulas, it doesn't erase the pain; instead, it romanticizes it.
In this dim period, we need all the symbolic, adhesive patches we can grasp. Once again, Bedtime for Robots packages the righteous "remedy" with bittersweet, electronic precision.
Take the Great Endless injection at
https://bedtimeforrobots.bandcamp.com/album/the-great-endless?fbclid=IwAR1t-00xxEQEmWi9FQFnfLZ4vC8psuGyvDu4vCZd5E9HfcH7f1E1HhQq12E.
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