by Charles Davis (@LosDoghouse)
In an age of computer generated miscellaneous nonsense, soullessness, self isolation (for better or worse), and the juggernaut of our collective future, shared momentary humanistic expressions of creative freedom are increasingly difficult to come by. Valdez, the most recent release by Philadelphia's psychedelic rock masters/champions Birds Of Maya, represents this aesthetic to absolute perfection; an exiled memory in the apocalyptic nightmare - one which has the ability to awaken a drifting consciousness from its haze.
Transcendentally psychic, meditatively promethean, the rain and fresh vegetation offered are a divine gift manifested via pure will of spirit - the call of what we have been longing for, spontaneously generated from within the multiverse itself. Thundering bass, lightning guitars, hurricane drums, rumbling in the eye of the storm, in the throes of the chaos. The pure grit of reality cuts through the fat, allowing an atmospheric deluge to envelope receptive listeners in an all encompassing panacea. Recorded in 2014, they say, but such is the wild ferment that ages to perfection - time is inconsequential; perhaps the earliest conceptualization of eternity.
Drones, heavy riffs, a live drum kit, fuzz fuzz fuzz, analogousness - these are the building blocks of the pyramids; electromagnetic vibratory sinusoidal oscillations arranged with pinpoint accuracy. Standing on the backs of giants to see into the future; to see the timelessness - to see the void and the abyss of nothingness - to see the eternity of love. Such is love, hate, the mundane, and everything from the rainbow light of father time and the amative, nurturing embrace of mother nature, and the black hole, all consuming. Support this band; support real music - Valdez is a mastermind piece and Birds Of Maya deserve their place in the physical world of 2021.