Candy: Heaven Is Here 12"
Heaven Is Here puts together so many disparate elements with the confidence and care to graft their relativities together under what sounds like extreme duress. CANDY specifically strives to replicate moments of impact and anxiety, obsessive compulsive thinking, and extreme cynicism - aiming to provide the listener with an aural journey that allows for an outlet for these overwhelming feelings.
Blazing opener "Human Condition Above Human Opinion" and the aptly titled "World of Shit" sound outright violent. Elsewhere, tracks such as "Transcend to Wet" transport the record into new spaces - displaying the band in a completely different light. Ebbs and flows of harsh noise collide with elements of electronic music making it clear that CANDY is a beast of its own. Speaking directly to their incorporation of electronic elements in Heaven is Here, it’s not so much that CANDY insists on progression, but that they will not accept regression.
Heaven is Here proves to be a record where the songs feel like a merciful reprieve from the screeching interludes; a masterful almanac of noise welded together by the unpredictable ways that we hear and reproduce the music we love in the era of unending dopamine hits and virulent technological doom.
Blazing opener "Human Condition Above Human Opinion" and the aptly titled "World of Shit" sound outright violent. Elsewhere, tracks such as "Transcend to Wet" transport the record into new spaces - displaying the band in a completely different light. Ebbs and flows of harsh noise collide with elements of electronic music making it clear that CANDY is a beast of its own. Speaking directly to their incorporation of electronic elements in Heaven is Here, it’s not so much that CANDY insists on progression, but that they will not accept regression.
Heaven is Here proves to be a record where the songs feel like a merciful reprieve from the screeching interludes; a masterful almanac of noise welded together by the unpredictable ways that we hear and reproduce the music we love in the era of unending dopamine hits and virulent technological doom.
Heaven Is Here puts together so many disparate elements with the confidence and care to graft their relativities together under what sounds like extreme duress. CANDY specifically strives to replicate moments of impact and anxiety, obsessive compulsive thinking, and extreme cynicism - aiming to provide the listener with an aural journey that allows for an outlet for these overwhelming feelings.
Blazing opener "Human Condition Above Human Opinion" and the aptly titled "World of Shit" sound outright violent. Elsewhere, tracks such as "Transcend to Wet" transport the record into new spaces - displaying the band in a completely different light. Ebbs and flows of harsh noise collide with elements of electronic music making it clear that CANDY is a beast of its own. Speaking directly to their incorporation of electronic elements in Heaven is Here, it’s not so much that CANDY insists on progression, but that they will not accept regression.
Heaven is Here proves to be a record where the songs feel like a merciful reprieve from the screeching interludes; a masterful almanac of noise welded together by the unpredictable ways that we hear and reproduce the music we love in the era of unending dopamine hits and virulent technological doom.
Blazing opener "Human Condition Above Human Opinion" and the aptly titled "World of Shit" sound outright violent. Elsewhere, tracks such as "Transcend to Wet" transport the record into new spaces - displaying the band in a completely different light. Ebbs and flows of harsh noise collide with elements of electronic music making it clear that CANDY is a beast of its own. Speaking directly to their incorporation of electronic elements in Heaven is Here, it’s not so much that CANDY insists on progression, but that they will not accept regression.
Heaven is Here proves to be a record where the songs feel like a merciful reprieve from the screeching interludes; a masterful almanac of noise welded together by the unpredictable ways that we hear and reproduce the music we love in the era of unending dopamine hits and virulent technological doom.
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Heaven Is Here puts together so many disparate elements with the confidence and care to graft their relativities together under what sounds like extreme duress. CANDY specifically strives to replicate moments of impact and anxiety, obsessive compulsive thinking, and extreme cynicism - aiming to provide the listener with an aural journey that allows for an outlet for these overwhelming feelings.
Blazing opener "Human Condition Above Human Opinion" and the aptly titled "World of Shit" sound outright violent. Elsewhere, tracks such as "Transcend to Wet" transport the record into new spaces - displaying the band in a completely different light. Ebbs and flows of harsh noise collide with elements of electronic music making it clear that CANDY is a beast of its own. Speaking directly to their incorporation of electronic elements in Heaven is Here, it’s not so much that CANDY insists on progression, but that they will not accept regression.
Heaven is Here proves to be a record where the songs feel like a merciful reprieve from the screeching interludes; a masterful almanac of noise welded together by the unpredictable ways that we hear and reproduce the music we love in the era of unending dopamine hits and virulent technological doom.
Blazing opener "Human Condition Above Human Opinion" and the aptly titled "World of Shit" sound outright violent. Elsewhere, tracks such as "Transcend to Wet" transport the record into new spaces - displaying the band in a completely different light. Ebbs and flows of harsh noise collide with elements of electronic music making it clear that CANDY is a beast of its own. Speaking directly to their incorporation of electronic elements in Heaven is Here, it’s not so much that CANDY insists on progression, but that they will not accept regression.
Heaven is Here proves to be a record where the songs feel like a merciful reprieve from the screeching interludes; a masterful almanac of noise welded together by the unpredictable ways that we hear and reproduce the music we love in the era of unending dopamine hits and virulent technological doom.
