A BIT OF UNDERSTATEMENT SERVES LIGHTNING BOLT WELL I FEEL. ANYWAY THEY'RE ON SIDE A WITH TWO TRACKS. SOUNDS LIKE HISHAM HAS LEFT AND IT'S FREED THEM TO FULFIL THEIR DESTINY AS A CONSTANTLY DETONATING THERMONUCLEAR EXPLOSION. THESE ARE REHEARSAL SPACE JAMS BUT YOU CAN HEAR THEM DEVELOPING THE CHEMISTRY THAT WOULD LIFT THEM INTO THE LIGHTLY HILARIOUS WORLD OF INDIE STARDOM. IT'S A FASCINATING SIX MINUTES THOUGH THE FIDELITY OF THE SECOND PART IS SUB-EDISON.
FORCEFIELD IS MATT BRINKMAN (WHO SET UP FORT THUNDER, THE WAREHOUSE REHEARSAL SPACE/HOME/RECORDING STUDIO OF A LOT OF OUR SUBJECTS) AND THE UNLIKELY-NAMED PATOOTIE LOBE. FORCEFIELD'S OUTING ON LOAD009 WAS TERRIBLE AND THIS IS WORSE. YOU CAN ONLY SUPPORT YOUR FRIEND'S ART VENTURES SO FAR. I ADMIRE HOW MUCH IT REJECTS SO MUCH OF WHAT IS CONVENTIONAL ABOUT FAMILIAR MUSIC BUT I NEVER EVER WANT TO HEAR IT AGAIN. ALL FOUR SONGS ARE FLUSHABLE.
REALLY FORCEFIELD ARE AN ART COLLECTIVE UTILISING THE MEDIUM OF MUSIC TO FURTHER THEIR INSCRUTABLE GOALS. THAT IS GREAT BUT I AM SAT HERE TRYING TO COOK TO THIS SHIT IN 2020.
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