So while other music blogs scrambled to be first! to cover Cuckoo Chaos a couple of months ago, I have allowed their music to reach my ears in it’s own time – i.e., when I’d finally got around to clearing three months’ backlog of emails.
Still, there are distinct advantages to this approach. As a payoff for being a month and a half late in their discovery – a lifetime in music blogging terms – their music can be heard with fresh, unhurried ears.
I suppose a song that is taken from a forthcoming album named Most Extreme Chill can be absorbed with a pinch of salt, and WWRHD is indeed tongue-in-cheek, irony-laden, and has one eyebrow raised to straining point.
But here is a song that would benefit from a slower pace of discovery: it’s a slow burner disguised as a club-backroom stomper, building its own structures, parameters and grooves, before disassembling it all again in a flurry of artfully chosen spoken-word samples.
Ignoring the PR rush: it’s the future. Also, this allows my tardiness to be excused. Good.