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"With “Dark Green”, Tumbleweed Dealer stretches the contours of instrumental stoner into a slow, enveloping psychedelic odyssey, where every note seems to emerge from a thick fog."
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At Tumbleweed Dealer, we don't talk in verse-chorus or bpm. We suggest. We draw blurred contours in the mist, letting textures settle without ever forcing the line. “Dark Green”, their return after several years' silence, is not a cry but a breath - heavy, thick, almost vegetal. A quasi-instrumental record that seeks neither heroism nor easy crescendo, but a kind of shifting balance between psychedelic groove, contemplative stoner and slow progressions, sometimes almost jazzy in spirit.
The opening track, ‘A Distant Figure in the Fog’, is a program track in itself, reminiscent of Monkey3's early work. A vague silhouette emerges in a thick fog of sound, with no real sense of whether it's approaching or disappearing. The tone is set: here, we go by instinct. No imposed narrative, but a sensory thread that guides the ear through a swamp of organic sounds.
The guitar, sometimes dirty and raspy, sometimes almost liquid, leads the way. The bass hums in the background like a tired but stubborn engine. And when the keyboard comes in, it's always to thicken the atmosphere, never to pull the wool over the eyes. Ghosts Dressed in Weeds' plays on this permanent tension: it grooves, but gently, as if each bar took the time to breathe before starting up again.
What's most striking about this album is its willingness to let the tracks live without confining them. There's no showboating, just progressive constructions, often linear, but punctuated by micro-accidents that prevent boredom. Body of the Bog' is a good example: the track seems to go round in a loop, but with each passage, a detail changes, saturation slips, a keystroke shifts. The work on the rhythmics is to be commended. Even in these more floating moments, the album retains its coherence: a record conceived more as an immersion than as a collection of tracks.
Tumbleweed Dealer seeks neither performance nor seduction. It's an instrumental wanderer that relies on climate, slow listening and sensation rather than ideas. It won't appeal to everyone, but those who are willing to let themselves slip into it will find a singular sonic territory, out of place, almost out of time. - Official website
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TRACK LISTING:
01. A Distant Figure In The Fog 02. Sparks Adrift In The Louisiana Nightsky 03. A Plant That Thinks It's Human 04. Becoming One With The Bayou 05. Dragged Across The Wetlands 06. Dark Green - 4:51 07. Ghosts Dressed In Weeds 08. Moss On The Mind 09. Body Of The Bog 10. A Soul Made Of Sludge
LINEUP:
Angelo Fata: Batterie Jean-baptiste Joubaud: Claviers Seb Painchaud: Guitares / Basse Antoine Baril: Claviers / Invité / Mellotron Jocelyn Couture: Invité / Trompette Loïc Roy - Turgeon: Invité / Trombone Zach Strouse: Invité / Saxophone
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