Dryft - The Blur Vent mp3

Witch/Drag House is a genre of music that combines elements of Hip-Hop, Noise, Drone and Shoegaze music. It's been around for few years now, has slowly been creeping into the Post-Industrial scene, and is starting to gain a bit more respect as better quality artists such as AAIMON, White Ring and SALEM have released cross-over albums that feature a more Post-Industrial and Noise sound rather than Shoegaze and Drone. It's only fitting that Dryft would take on this direction, as all of Mike's various projects have all featured these genres of music. 'The Blur Vent' brings us the ambient soundscapes, densely reverberated synths, and distorted vocals of Witch House while providing us with creative guitar effects and the "wall of sound" effect found in Noise and Shoegaze music. Dryft has appeared to leave behind some of it's IDM and Glitch influences with this latest release to create the perfect storm of sound and sentiment. Mike Cadoo has the ability to build songs to highly climatic orchestrations that show a massive amount of emotion. Within this album you will experience desire, despair and ecstasy. This is a groundbreaking album in the sense that it's paving the way for a new era of the Post-Industrial scene and should be regarded as one of the best releases of 2014. I've been trying to get through this review without displaying how much of a rabid Gridlock fan I am. I am however, also a rabid fan of Mike Cadoo's music. While fans know there will never be another Gridlock album, as it's something that is beyond Mike's control, I feel that, deep within his side-project's music, Mike gives us a little bit of Gridlock's charm in the background with each release. And that keeps us coming back for more. I don't know if he'd ever admit to it, as he tags his Dryft tracks on Soundcloud as 'not-gridlock', but I'd like to state that, on behalf of your fans, Mike, we all appreciate everything you do. Please don't ever stop making music. Your music means so much to so many people. We can't wait to hear what you have in store for the future.

Nice review. However, I seriously hope you're wrong about there never being another Gridlock album. I still have hope that maybe someday those two will get back together and make more music... even if it's only once.

And so winter comes to the land, with icy winds cutting across our throats. Dryft give us a third album to go along with our surroundings, but take it well beyond just simple frost. We're thrown across the frozen lake until our bodies crack through and we are left to peer up at the diffused sunlight as we drown in the frigid, murky depths. While we breathe in the water which seals our doom, our thoughts rise up from the subconscious muck time has embedded them in.It's a small thing to have lived, but to remember it all, now there's the trick.We go through our days distracted by the ephemeral wisps advertisers and their marketing puppet masters conjure up. I know few who are able to distance themselves from this never-ending, mind numbing and nauseating assault; competition is fueled by the fragile egos of those who just cannot be satisfied until they've bested everyone around them in some sort of petty race to acquire the most trinkets. As is the case these days, the younger they are, the more hard-wired this behavior is; go ahead and attempt to pry some kid's digital leash away... I warned you. Dryft's music is an antidote to what I've just described, the swirling pads and wonderfully manipulated rhythms punctuate the silence gently.Like the first footfalls on newly fallen snow, that hush which shuts out everything else. We are insulated here from a world which has the nerve to state that we must hoard all we can on one hand whilst simultaneously saying that no one gets out alive on the other. This collection is like inhaling crystalline vapors of liquifying oxygen; most are not really going to do as this record asks and stop to reflect on their lives and how they've chosen to live them. 'The Blur Vent', it's a perfect name for this place. Where the clocks grind to a halt, everything freezes and we're able to free ourselves long enough to truly perceive what is going on around us.It all goes so quickly, the names and faces and times and places. Nothing endures. You get your shot at the wheel but only one spin, some spend their entire lives in pursuit of answers which just aren't there. The inherent randomness of how our days are played out probably isn't random at all but humanity has not raised itself up high enough to perceive how the map is defined and where the borders have been drawn. We crawl across the surface of Earth proclaiming our mastery over all but you only have to look up at the stars to know the stark truth: we're nothing but the blink of an eye. Once the impulses stop and the synapses flicker out... goodnight. Tellingly, what made this one connect with me was lying around listening to it and casually glancing down at one of my feet. On the inner side of it, I watched my own pulse moving through a surface vein. I sat there, spellbound for the rest of this record just looking at it while Dryft's work was playing. They went together remarkably well and if there's a connection to be drawn, Cadoo's latest is too oblique to reveal anything. But it's there, just out of reach... quietly plotting it's course from points unknown to a destination somewhere beyond the sphere of perception. Charming as this all is, Dryft don't make long records and the vent is now closed.