Honestly, when I first heard is work, I was bordering on my decisions on it, not knowing which seemed the more likely, as they seemed to balance each other out.
One was: 'This is...just terribly straining. He can barely sing and it's so convoluted, I can't even take it in'
But, with any form of art, you need to take a step back and appreciate it on a higher spectrum.
In actual fact, VFP is a stunning contribution to music.
It's odd because, you always like to imagine you're with something special, like a band, as it progresses before the mainstream, but you don't realise it until it's become mainstream, but, I think this is different.
VFP is special.
It's an oddly unique blend of Radiohead-esk abstract indie, experimental, math, a slight hint of raw grunge and the cutting piano chord striking beautifulness that fills every track and is a sound ahead of nearly anything that's about now.
His straining voice is oddly endearing and just induces empathic feelings from his audience. You feel every vocal chord with him, like a true musical story teller.
His lyrics are very T. Yorke influenced, and evidentially so. There's a constant stream of abstract naturalism throughout it all, which, when examined, spell out a beautiful and poetic portrayal of a young man's opinions on his world, and the people that surround him.
The music itself is raw, distorted piano, on poor recording software (a video camera's mic...), which adds so much for the type of music he makes, in actual fact. You may listen first time around and think that he really needs a good quality studio, but, in actual fact, that would just ruin it's air; it's atmosphere. The music is dark, dingy and dirty, yet optimistic and richly heartwarming and being recorded with such low quality just gives the impression of a recording in a cold, empty cellar, devoid of any purity.
This, ironically, is what makes VFP a whole and centred piece of art.
It is exactly that; ideals and observations of a mind, centred in the middle of a cold, empty, dark, dingy and dirty world, staring at the what is and the mind's opinions on that exactly.
The torn, beaten, ripped and chisel-stricken sound, including his weary, almost pathetic, (in it's actual definition's form, rather than a derogatory misterminalisation) voice, which is just crying out for someone to listen, but, in a musical form/tune.
I highly recommend.
And tbh, this isn't bias.
I have been friends with many people who have made music and I just can't bring myself to tell them how crap it is.
This is actually brilliant.
Gogogogogogo.
Download Very Three, his first EP:
http://www.mediafire.com/?zgtcouv7gjt
Cow In Parachute is on it.
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