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The Planet You - "Self Titled" Premier + 2 Exclusive Track Streams!

Burrowed within the womb of Montclair, New Jersey, a musical marvel has been growing and has finally bubbled over its imprisoning walls. Within the determined acts of both breaking free of its constraints and meeting the world at large, The Planet You

is enshrouded by a world of their own nervosa. Enterprising authentic Fusion/Latin Jazz musical concussions, Math Rock destructive escapades and virtuoso pop-arranged intuition, this band can only be described as jarring!

Always progressing, with courage and concrete contention, the outfit blends many influences together with such intricate clarity that it’s hard to get a grasp of oneself and reflect. With that being said, the engagement level of their self-titled record is an all or nothing type of contract. Overlain across the musical developments are troubled vocals wavering between indie, punk and emo personas that position themselves thoughtfully, leaving the other instruments to their own twisted sonic tales. The implicit thoughtfulness is quite effective at drawing the ear and heart, invoking empathic suggestion and textile hallucinations. Simply put; butterflies in your belly.

Opening the record strong, the first cut, “Porque No Los Dos?”, lathers itself in stupendous Latin-Rock theatrics. Displaying an atmosphere that could have been heard on The Mars Volta’sDeloused In The Comatorium”, all the while elevating the product, the guitar has a funky rhythmic lead tendency which cuts through marble. Correlating the Afro-Cuban grooves onto the swing of NJ Funk-Jazz history, this piece is bold and manifests another stepstone in music’s evolution upwards.

Stepping out of the roughshod and towards the divine, “yloponoM” chooses to accompany spastic gypsy tension with a more Indie-Rock swaggering pulse. This is however quickly challenged by extreme musical gymnastics akin to The Mahavishnu Orchestra’s most disjunctive rolling punches. Charting the accentuation with maturity and meaning, The Planet You, brings Dennis Chambers and John Scofield-type interlacing.

Noia” gives the singer the role of a settled stone, letting him project himself as the sane one by changing the musical ecology to Post-Alternative Rock. Quickly and predictably so, this track elevates into punk rock habituation and a Screamo influenced crescendo that binds itself onto a new melodious cloud. Again, the tale does not end there and the band decides to let their bassist loose on all of us! Is that Victor Wooten or Richard Bona? Perhaps it is Rob of Junior Bob? This bass-driven assault is compact in elegance, speaking legibly for itself and effortlessly leading the punch-drunk guided rhythmic intersections. Oddly, the track chooses to finish in an elegant gypsy like conclusion al la “Al Di Meola.” The finale of reverbal Tango-Jazz and lushly full, tranquil accompaniment all behind fast and articulate guitar solos that sound like “Jazz for Kids” on drugs, makes for an unforgettable experience.

Posilutely” makes Suffer Like G Did look like olden sloth mothers who’ve since lost all birthing skill. Simultaneously, the third installment of this record fosters an unexpected Panic at the Disco like attachable entity with its dance inducing beats.

Next in line is “Cursed” giving way to more bass-driven sonic warfare, the initially vibrant, athletic display sadly condenses itself with brevity and poise.

Burial Ground continues the musical adventure, entertaining hip-hop and mid-tempo nature, before looking you in the eye and grooving backwards to an initial point exemplified by the rudimentary rhythmic guidance of all members.

Idhissba!” evokes art rock presentations of NYC Fusion-Jazz and the Vital Tech Tones triangle. Appropriating the New York City sound further, one can hear distinct influences of Feuding Fathers and Mark Guiliana Trio improving with vocals live. By now it becomes clear that Math Rock has not seen such a high fashion product cut on record since Slaughterhouse 5. The arrangement has no clutter (amazingly) as it brims from all edges, with each musical line being its own centerfold for its total duration. Truly a brilliant touchstone of arrangement in a time of people too interested in “what”, yet never “how.”

"The Sky Is In Your Room" is far more spatial in comparison by nature. Backdropped with the soundscaping delicacy of delayed guitar effects and dripping with technicolor discharge, this color palate is hastily interjected into monstrous Tera Melos styled pedal play and disjunctive linkages between cycles. Hypnotic vocals take over and try to console the listener. Sinister in intent, this leads the listener in the opposing direction of the coming onslaught of musical association which assumingly ends the journey in a bloodbath of numeric entropy and punk beats. Make sure to check TPY's bandcamp page tomorrow to buy the full album and Enjoy!

-Agent 0

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photo credit Michael Telewiak

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