Behold, another bit of music. Behold, nothing particularly new. Behold, some fairly snappy album art, if nothing else. This is Supermetricity, the latest in a bunch of increasingly tedious attempts at progressive something-or-other.
Enjoy, if that's your thing. If it's not, then don't. Unless not doing your thing is your thing, in which case aren't you just a riddle wrapped up in an enigma wrapped up in some kind of strudel.
So, yeah. I didn't really make anything for FAWM this year, either. I made stuff, but it wasn't for FAWM. Here it is, anyway. It's much of the same. Enjoy. Or don't. If you do (or don't), feel free to let me know why. (Or don't. Y'know. I'm easy like that.)
Here's a couple of Garageband tracks, largely wedged in the centre of the uninspired progressive genre.
Take 'em or leave 'em. Don't judge me. Be nice to people. Tip your waiter. I'm here until Thursday. Take my wife, please.
Here's another track to go with the four in the previous post. This one is more of the usual material, some airy nonsense with fake piano and guitar sprinkled on it. A lengthy piano outtro is never a bad thing, though.
If you have an opinion about any of these musical bits and pieces, please post it below. I'd appreciate any feedback, if only so I can decide whether it's worth continuing to toss this stuff in the internet's general direction.
I wanted to participate in FAWM this year, and I gave it a shot, but ultimately I just ended up with a heap of unfinished junk. So, as you do, I've polished the junk up, and now it's called Praeteriit, and it's on Soundcloud polluting the ears of random internet passersby. You can listen to all four tracks below, if you feel so inclined.
What you get for your money, ultimately, is something pretty similar to everything I've done before, with loads of pads, too much piano, considerable overuse of the Dsus2 chord, and fairly repetitive chord structures.
There's nothing wrong with being your own worst critic. You should try it some time!
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