Fuck it. This is an indie channel now.
I really can't bring myself to care anymore. I just want to write about anything that makes me feel... well, anything, and... it's kind of hard to pogo when the cold weather has sapped all sense of feeling out of your toes, you know? Punk really hasn't been doing it for me lately. Second only to my bathroom shower, my bedroom floor has quickly become my favorite place for impromptu meditative exercises, which typically entails a thirty-minute-long stint of complete mental disassociation, where I lay flat on my back, my hands delicately intertwined atop my chest, serving as an anchored float that passively monitors my breathing patterns -- all while the mellow, amiable tones of some... soft, sappy, emotional album emanates from the other side of the bedroom. It's stupid. It's meaningless. It's an ill-conceived replication of... whatever the hell guided meditation is SUPPOSED to be. But at the end of the day, I think it helps. I think... I think.
The important thing to take away from this is my need for soft, sappy, emotional albums -- for my completely non-meditative "meditation" exercises. And within Coyote, I think I've been able to find just that. This is a little rock group from Dunedin, New Zealand, which was shared with me about four days back. Coyote was described to me then as "music I made with my little brother", which managed to pique my interests. As made evident by the music video provided for this album's opening track, "I'm not cold anymore" ( • Coyote - i'm not cold anymore ), that is most assuredly a "little brother" on vocals. I think that's an... incredibly special familial bond showcased there, a bond that's only made even more special by just how goddamn good their music is.
"Taming the Centaur" is Coyote's sophomore album, following up their 2017 self-released "Hotel for dogs" LP (https://coyote888.bandcamp.com/album/.... While the album is certainly home to its own effervescent garage rock gems (namely "Scream", for my personal tastes: https://coyote888.bandcamp.com/track/..., it was ultimately "Taming the Centaur" that resulted in me becoming quickly entranced by the group's work. Wherein, Coyote reined in the gnarled dirt and grit that deeply saturated the sounds of their previous album, in exchange for the saccharine strum-n-jangle of the twang-loaded melodies showcased here, each undulating with it's own distinctly-morose, yet uncharacteristically-jaunty ambiance, like a funeral service hosted on a generously-sun-kissed countryside somewhere. It's a tragically beautiful listening experience, bearing a colorful set of troubled, disheveled vibrations within its five tracks, characterized by the vocalist's uneven, wilted vocal croons -- plagued with the occasional squeak to remind you of his adolescent presence --, the guitarist's dissonant, psychedelic grooves, the bassist's plodding methodology behind their circular basslines, and the shaky, anxious cadence that imbues the drummer's heavy-handed drumstrokes, the snare wires rattling with a pronounced sharpness. The layered keystrokes and supplementary percussive jingles amplifies the equally-dismal and sprightly feel of these compositions. "Taming the Centaur", as a whole, is an anthem for restless, sleepless nights, which already pollute my day-to-day life with an apparent stagnancy. This album... does it for me. It makes me want to get up and get out of here. It makes me want to make myself kick rocks. Makes me want to fuck off and do anything else. Maybe wander somewhere and get mauled by actual coyotes, I don't know. Whatever this feeling is, I want to hold onto it as long as I'm able.
TRACK LIST:
I'm not cold anymore - 0:00
Hypnosis - 4:50
Walking a dog - 7:47
RAM - 10:30
Taming the centaur - 13:53
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