Lulu’s Loose Screw

About a decade back, I had a conversation with one of my best friends on top a balcony. He said he was afraid of heights and in return I shared, “I am finding that so am I lately, but never was before.” He replied, “It is because I do not trust myself up here.” And we both nervously laughed because it was the risk of plunging into the unknown that made our constitutions shake.     Griffin Novie’s  Balcony Bliss  is a conceptual piece working on this same thread. Instead of falling to the ground, Griffin expands the time we suspend in air, envisaging while appearing face-to-face with himself amongst the clouds.    Bounce Gravityless in Griffin Novie's Buoyancy   Enter into a sunrise of sound with “We Don’t Have Anything More to Say” as clouds surround you in a dream. Burning through this daydream with an electric energy, the guitar riffs like rays of sun melting the clouds away, puncturing the sky and “permeating the neurons through their membrane.” Mea...

Back in 2016, I was writing music reviews for  Indie Band Guru  and collided with the brilliant likes of Breanna Barbara. Her debut album,  Mirage Dreams , had just been released and I had the privilege to capture it on the  virtual page . A few weeks ago, I had the flattery of Barbara sending me her new single, and so here I am, and here you are, looping through the orbit once more.   While her entrance burst down the doors with a steel-boot kick in  Mirage Dreams , Barbara withdraws into a softer more subdue tone, drawing the curtains closer in “ Big Bang Blues .” With Breanna Barbara as captain, we dissolve into a warped illusional dimension, shimmering with drawling sounds, shape-shifting rhythms, melting mixtures of blue hues.    Barbara’s voice emerges over a cascading clash of classical guitar and bass, her voice steady—like a rocketship coursing through the atmosphere and soaring through the uproar of space—as the instrumentals t...