Wondrous Indeed...

Yeah, he looks cool, that's right. Yeah, he's 23. That's right.

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"What the fuck happened?" "What the...?" "Where the....?" "How the...er... shit.."

"Um, HOLY FUCK... guys... guys, come listen to this."

I think I thought these particular thoughts because, well, I've heard the majestic fucker's previous album and, well, HOLY SHIT, THIS FUCKEN ALBUM.

Holy shit, indeed.
Holy fucken shit.
Holy sweet fucken jesus.
You need to listen to this, friends. And you need your headphones. Or it needs to be LOUD.
That's important. Very Important.
And then you should take it to your friend's house and play it LOUD. VERY FUCKEN LOUD. IGNORE HIM, CRANK IT UP. THIS IS IMPORTANT, TOO.

I am supremely glad I just happened to have my headphones on first time this one swung my way. This album is extremely headphone friendly, straight off the bat. The intro track, THROUGH MIND AND BACK... well, you can imagine..
The sounds... they go floating around... and about... and up and down...  AND IT NEEDS TO BE LOUD. INDEED.

Here's the intro (some kid made the visuals, forgive them): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vU1640OesI8

So, there's the matter of this:

I am picturising things in my mind-brain: THIS IS Trevor Power's Wondrous Bughouse.

If you, like me, had heard Trevor Powers' first album, The Year 0f Hib3rnation, before you read this then you may understand my explosive reaction once you listen to his holyfuckchrist-this-is-shittingly-good new album. Coming from an album that is, well...
...background... you know, kinda ambient, kinda hypnagogic (to coin THAT phrase)
... not so much explosive as imploding in on itself, melodies hiding under bedsprings...  
I almost immediately liked the first YL album. It's not explosive music, as stated, but I guess it's not meant to be. This new release literally explodes, all over your ear-holes. And you should take that statement however you will because, yes, it is a marvellous aural orgasm. It's drenched in LSD. From the first intro track, to the delightfully held-back -- and you'll think I'm being a fool -- second track, MUTE, it drips Psych references. 

 [[And so it begins...

MUTE:

"Living in a 3-D world,where the clock is in control.He sits on his throne on top of my wrist and tells me what I know. 

The devil tries to plague my mind,but he can't quite get inside."

Ah. The Devil. As in: "What the devil have you been up to, Mr. Powers?"]]

The melody and strangely paradoxical manner in which the repetition of MUTE is, somehow, restrained will delight you. It's fucking beautiful. In fact I'm going to listen to it again. And again.

The third track smacks you across the jaw. It's dripping in psych. It's StrawbzFieldzForevz.
And... fuck... ARE THOSE HORSES IN THE BACKGROUND?
And then it goes on. A maniacal carnival ride through Trevor Power's brainspace.

And, after all is done, you'll sit, and think. And perhaps play it again. And then you'll say: "Fuck, I should do acid to this." And you'll try call a mate, or you'll SMS someone for a dealer's number because, SHIT, THIS NEEDS TO HAPPEN -- either way, you'll make plans for a picnic in the Wondr_us Bughous3.

Quick kids, we still have some few sunny days left. It's time for some day-tripping. For fucken sure.
At the end of it all, I have one small thing to say, really:
Thank you, Mr. Powers. Thank you very fucken much, you wonderful man.
"Youth Lagoon is something so personal to me because writing music is how I sort my thoughts, as well as where I transfer my fears..."

Trevor FUCKING Powers. Sexy. And good. And look, below:

YOU SHOULD PROBABLY DOWNLOAD THIS ALBUM RIGHT FUCKEN NOW.

THE PASSWORD IS: lagoon

"My mental state is usually pretty sporadic...a lot of this record was influenced by a fear of mortality but embracing it at the same time.  Realizing that human life is only great because it is temporary.  Experimenting with ideas about dimensions.  I'm not a gifted speaker, so explaining things is difficult for me.  But music always makes sense."
Sense indeed. You try make sense of it, friends.