These tracks aren’t so much music as a story told in sound.
The digital bleeps and reverb in these tracks make me feel like I’m escaping from some kind of space prison. The music follows on a twisting journey down aural corridors on Days Turn Into Weeks, ambling along with a plunky funk glitch and tripping over it’s own shoelaces in Master Of Time, and rolling out bass like a pizza dough on Wormhole.
Hailing from the freezing Kaiapoi region of the deep south, Accidental Earth’s standout sound is a permanent winter wonderland.
Dead, scarecrow trees, ice clear creeks, searing laser rigs pointing off into the distance and the sweet stench of high quality pegasol. Wrap up warm, find your shoes, and have a dance to this.