Conjuring the futureworld of Blade Runner and THX-1138, the Chicago group Sonogram builds songs out of thick squiggles of electronics, ruthlessly minimal and perfectly antiquated. "Arrival Lounge" bears an eerie similarity to Radiohead's "Everything in its Right Place", but where that song fractured and unwound, "Arrival Lounge" chirps and quivers like a mechanical bird. "Hovering the Velodrome" blinks like fluorescent lighting and "Radial Blur", with its fat splotches of synth and strange mosquito whistle, could be the soundtrack to Tarkovsky's Stalker. Arrival Lounge is an eerie, 3 a.m. record full of tubes and wires and blinking lights.
By Amelia Raitt on 04.22.11 in Reviews
When he's not busy running Simulacra Records, making stygian ambient under the name Tear Ceremony, or cutting hushed indie rock as Crushed Stars, Todd Gautreau sleeps. He does this, presumably, to get inspiration for...
By Amelia Raitt on 11.09.09 in Reviews
Crushed Stars is the project of one man, Todd Gautreau, and the refracted light is his electronic-tinged instrumental outing. Sounds swell and crinkle — the entire album floats by like a floating lullaby. The perfe...
By Philip Sherburne on 12.22.14 in Features
"If you want to know what song made me feel most alive this year, that’s easy."
By Louis Pattison on 12.22.14 in Features
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