Back in 1997 during that one fall I attempted to go to graduate school I was introduced to Isotope 217's album The Unstable Molecule and it completely caved my brain in and demolished my thoughts on music. It was a completely brilliant fusion of instrumental styling's that brilliantly expressed the feelings and emotions I tend to go through in the fall. In the years after that I would return to The Unstable Molecule ever fall, something about it felt so appropriate, right up there with starting up smoking again and picking apples.
As with most things, time eroded the power of the record and a few years ago I started looking for new instrumental albums that incorporated these elements of jazz, rock, classical and brought them together into a meld of cold beauty.
In 2008 it was Sylvain Chauveau's Nuage, in 2009 I dove into the menacing noir sounds of Sunset Mission by Bohren & Der Club of Gore and last fall I was obsessed with the masterful work On Velvet by Grimace Federation.
Recently, while cleaning out my hard drive, you see my nature is to purge, I hate clutter and every few weeks I have to get rid of the stuff that causes clutter, even if that clutter is digital files. It is a bit of a mental block for me.
Anyway, in the process I came across the self titled EP by The Sound Museum, which I remembered enjoying quite a bit but due to getting sidetracked by something or another I never got back to it. The Sound Museum are fucking epic in the way that the fore-mentioned artists are epic. A beautiful fusion of alt jazz, ambient sound and psych rock that meanders through your heart like a slow walking group of high school kids that you want to punch in the back of the head for being so much cooler and better than you will ever be again.
The layers and layers of sound slowly melt into each other forming a bedding of imagery that helps transport you out of your ho-hum existence into a place where cardinals hang out with flip cams to film your fantasies about three ways with Halle Berry and your old 2nd Grade teacher Ms. Andersen who though a little older and heavy set, still smelled like cheap flowers and pinched your cheeks in a way that made your 2nd grade nub wax and wane with the tide.
I have found my fall album for 2011 and it is the self titled EP by The Sound Museum.