Fredo Viola | My New Head

(Revolutionary Son Records)

Fredo Viola composed this genre-bending masterstroke in 2018, hoping to grow a new noggin for himself. It became a case of songcrafter-turned-soothsayer prepping for a shifting reality, burrowing into the Earthwomb before the crazy came. Recorded in various Hudson Valley locations with contributions by a dozen players, this collection of eclectic electronica has a unique aesthetic for oddballs, outsiders, and aficionados of fearless music. A mischievous xylophone plinks and pierces, a seed hull creaks open like a diminutive Pandoraโ€™s box still in check… and weโ€™re swiftly sucked into his mad masquerade. When will we wake, if ever?

Meet the bodacious orchestration of โ€œPine Birds,โ€ with its unexpected horns, ghostly vocals, and trance-time carny vibe. Surreal โ€œKick the Sickโ€ whistles and shuffles cartoonishly, its title repeated in the lyrics of minor key-infused โ€œIn My Mouth,โ€ with Viola warmly crooning to crumpled gods โ€œwith barbs and lashes at the edges stretching open my face.โ€ Is this a concert hall or a wind tunnel, and who is โ€œEdwin Vargasโ€? The curtain closes on โ€œMy Secret Power,โ€ with a familiar ache for a beloved one whoโ€™s gone.This organism invokes soothingly spooky, multitracked vocals and a cavalcade of unexpected facets that corral the listener inside Violaโ€™s growing garden. We envision his twisting through weeds and worms, his flashes of flowers and thorns, and an art-for-the-ears mantra that entangles rabbit holes previously tunneled by Brian Wilson, Kate Bush, the Beatles, and other aural pathfinders and outsiders. Pop music made by โ€œunborn psychedelic ghostsโ€ is how Neil Gaiman put it. This seems accurate.

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