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MH-061 Pressed And - Imbue Up  Imbue Up is the debut EP from the North Carolina based duo, Pressed And. A testament to the naturalistic undertones and daring eccentricities of the exploding southeastern electronic music scene, the album is a complex interplay of primal effects and synth landscapes, rife with tension in a cascading sequence of loops and glowing drones. The seven-track, twenty-seven minute EP is accompanied by an equal number of videos. First dubbed a "Visual EP' by the well-known music site Stadiums And Shrines, the clips feel surprisingly cohesive given that each was masterminded by a different director and take markedly different approaches to filming, found footage and editing. Ranging from the hard hitting drums and cutting bass of "Fire Shelf" and "Raid" to the subtle ambience of "Etching" and "Parties" through all of the surprising change-ups and sound manipulation on the tracks that fall sonically in between, Imbue Up is an album of sensation, that lingers and mingles in ways you rarely expect. |
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| It’s as if early Chemical Brothers had gone chill-wave. - CMJ / Here's one for the fans of all that's chilled in the electro freezer after its been chopped and screwed good and hard. - Impose / You know how James Blake would have sounded if you'd combined the electronic dance of his CMYK EP with all of the feeling he had on his debut album? Well, think of that, and then chop and screw it. - Prefix |
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| Swinging and swimming, like a ricochet of waves, the upward bound smiles took off. And more and more contagious they became, reaching spine-chilling highs of highs. After emough spine-chilling smiling time, the night itself felt chilly. Sometimes we can’t place where the upward bound frowns come from, as confused as we may be, the take off is always electrifying. Imbue Up is the upcoming EP from Pressed And. The sea looked like a star-swelling nighttime. The stark whites of the smiling eyes were reflecting what looked like tiny white jewels of wave-crests, though there weren’t any waves that night. The laughs swung like church bells, ringing with salt lined gravelly throats and whistling snares. The laughs swung like church bells, sketching ever widening circles into the water. The laughs swung, shattering like glass bells onto shores all over the coats. Wave after wave they gave in. The spine of the dock I was laying on gave way too, and I wonder what other boats were tied free by the laughing tide pool. - Verb Reverb |
