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Rosacea sounds as strange and demented as all the previous albums by this Norwegian one-man project. But it sounds right. Just like he claimed in a recent interview about his untraditional approach to writing songs: "I just make stuff until it sounds right." It sounds absolutely right in fact. As puzzling and lunatic as he may seem, yet a sense of order emanates from the idiosyncrasies featured on this album. Ghédalia Tazartès is a cursory reference. Especially on "Carmelade." However, the spectrum of sound and compositions on Rosacea manage to actually transcend the late French eccentric composer and singer. This is truly unique. Recorded and mixed by Gaute Granli. Master and lacquer cut by Frederic Alstadt. Artwork by Andreas Soma.
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"The first American release by this wonderfully strange Norwegian musician, whose previous releases have been with labels such as Kjetil Brandsdal's Drid Machine and Dennis Tyfus's Ultra Eczema. This is enough to tell you that Gaute is a highly regarded twirler of unusual sonic inventions, but not much else. The music on Monstersol is a bit more focused on Granli's own voice work than some of his earlier releases, but it shares certain elements with them. Instrumentally it's as hard to fathom as ever exactly what's going on. The music has a brilliant way of interweaving obvious loops with what seem like they might be real time sound events. From what I understand this is an illusion -- everything apart from some vocals is derived from samples, but the manner in which the pieces are assembled gives them a deviously weird heft. You want to believe Gaute has a choir tied up in his studio while he jumps around the room hitting random instruments and blasting space lasers into the air, or that he has somehow entered the subconscious ping-pong chamber of Harmet Geerken's brain. But facts argue against both these notions. Somewhere, in a room in Stavanger Norway, Gaute Granli just sat his ass down and created a crazy, cartoony universe of avant garde mystery and hijinks. Maybe the keyboards are his. I don't know and frankly, I don't care. However he manages to conjure up these jungles of adventure, disguised as songs, I think it's a pretty amazing trick. And who but a fucking dud really wants to know the details of how magic works? Monstersol is a messy masterpiece of experimental psychedelia at its most mental. And if you can't dig that, please leave the planet, you goddamned square. And I mean right now." --Byron Coley, 2023
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The Norweigan wunderking of demented psychedelic song(de)struction is back with a fantastic collection of new songs. Gaute Granli is a one-man band, taking a complete stranger with thirsty ears by the nose, to leave him/her/them behind, confused and hungry for more recognizable hope. There's a constant form of recognition running through these eight stretched songs, these strange flirts with folk music you think you already know, vocals that don't sound like they consist of words one knows and pop parts that are destroyed with a loop peddler. Although everything magically works, and made into a song structure of sorts, a melancholic -- almost religious air of desperation sits uncomfortably on top of all these songs like a frog that already got licked on its back twice in one morning. Includes insert and download code; edition of 300.
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