Yon Yonson – Hypomantra
Two thousand fourteen is a big year for Sound Doodles. Not even going to be, it already is. It’s the year that I brought on a PR team to make sure that I maximize business exposure opportunities. You know the drill, kissing babies, donating hospital wings etc. They’ve also given me several brand alignment opportunities which sounds strange now but will make sense when you see my logo on Smiggle pencil cases and medical equipment. It’s all good stuff. Anyway, best of all, I’ve been trying to manually change my taste to get down with what the kids are listening to these days which means I should probably discuss this Yon Yonson character, not to be confused with twitter troll John Johnsonson who also promises to have a big 2014. YonYon is actually more than one fella though. In fact pretty much twice as many people as you may have first thought make up the act and the pair of them have been emitting some diverse substances for years now and I’m even going to risk a defamation case and suggest that their tunes lead me to believe believe they’ve also been consuming some diverse substances over the past few years too.
A few EPs, a mixtape, lots of back-cat for you to involve yourself in but not now friends. That’s for later. Right now we’re just listening to the new record and we’re all feeling pretty good about it huh? Pretty darn good. Whether you heard them for the first time in JC’s new music column today (inc. one of the most raw summaries of domestic single you’ll read in 2014) or you’ve been across them via multiple POA pieces or any number of other checkpoints along the way, this batch of songs will probably be surprising to you. Nothing overly embellished, it’s just that YonYon are an unexpected pair, but I doubt a directionless pair. I know you probably weren’t expecting to hear much musicality within a post that references John Johnsonson but I think there’s a case to be made for YonYon being a legitimate source. The progression from meditative piano moments to a track featuring the shoutiest man in Sydney (Simo Soo) is impossibly an accident. Someone needs to make a supercut of this beast wherein the songs run into each other because it’d certainly be something to hear it all as one whole without file separations.
Those are the words, here’s the song. Culver City’s my choice (because bloody hell, so good) and I’m going to run with a song about wine as my in-post B-Side. Get at it, there’s basslines awaiting. The record is a name-your-price purchase via banddcamp.
OH GOSH, WE’RE GOING FOR THREE HERE. WHEN THE BEAT COMES IN POST MID-TRACK SAMPLE, WHAT EVEN IS LIFE?
This is truly wonderful