Polypores Wrigglers Vinyl LP 2026
Polypores - Wrigglers
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CrackedanklesRecords are proud to present Polypores âWrigglersâ - the latest emergence from Stephen James Buckleyâs strange and overgrown brainforest, an artist who has seen recent albums crack the national top 40 charts.From the opening bars of lead single âMemespawnâ, it is clear that this incendiary release is going to defy all precedent Polypores releases. Kicking off with a heady mix of woozy, slewed melody lines and a relentless Motorik beat, it soon breaks down into a gritty instrumental redux and a frenetic syncopated woodwind jazzathon before bursting out again into spine-tingling melody that resembles some deformed cousin of synth-pop. Itâs beautifully melodic, whilst still maintaining Buckleyâs trademark sense of the chaotic and the downright wonky. Endlessly listenable electronic music that breathes and moves like a physical organism, and always refuses to stand still. A restless misfit of an artist who inhabits the fringes of whatever scenes he inhabits, Buckley maintains a certain crackling unease throughout the whole thing, but it results in jubilant outbursts and freewheeling joy, tethered only by the mechanical constraints of the machines itâs wrought from, like some broken robots have cobbled together an orchestra and theyâre writing a soundtrack for a film they havenât seen.
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Polypores - Wrigglers
Tracklist:
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CrackedanklesRecords are proud to present Polypores âWrigglersâ - the latest emergence from Stephen James Buckleyâs strange and overgrown brainforest, an artist who has seen recent albums crack the national top 40 charts.From the opening bars of lead single âMemespawnâ, it is clear that this incendiary release is going to defy all precedent Polypores releases. Kicking off with a heady mix of woozy, slewed melody lines and a relentless Motorik beat, it soon breaks down into a gritty instrumental redux and a frenetic syncopated woodwind jazzathon before bursting out again into spine-tingling melody that resembles some deformed cousin of synth-pop. Itâs beautifully melodic, whilst still maintaining Buckleyâs trademark sense of the chaotic and the downright wonky. Endlessly listenable electronic music that breathes and moves like a physical organism, and always refuses to stand still. A restless misfit of an artist who inhabits the fringes of whatever scenes he inhabits, Buckley maintains a certain crackling unease throughout the whole thing, but it results in jubilant outbursts and freewheeling joy, tethered only by the mechanical constraints of the machines itâs wrought from, like some broken robots have cobbled together an orchestra and theyâre writing a soundtrack for a film they havenât seen.
