This release dates back several months at this point, but hey itâ€™s winter and time slows waaaaay down when youâ€™re living in an arctic bubble. Â Rambutan is, of course, the solo project of upstate New Yorkâ€™s Eric Hardiman (Tape Drift honch, Century Plants, Burnt Hills), a gentleman that likely needs no introduction within these pages. Â Hell, Iâ€™m not even going to try to cop some sort of objective stance here, I plain-and-simple love the music that this guy creates.
From what I can gather, Hardiman seems to have ditched his guitar on â€śSilver Pharmacyâ€ť and is working entirely with synths and electronics. Â This is perhaps most noticeable on the title track, where lively runaway technoid pulsations dance beneath a blanket of soft white noise. Â Things build to a more agitated state, though, towards the end of the track and spill into the all-out menacing howl of â€śBlindsided,â€ť which reveals that Hardiman may have been infected by the blackened, soul-crushing power of his peers in Locrain. Â Itâ€™s anybodyâ€™s guess as to how far this will spread, but given the more dream-like drift of the flip sideâ€™s â€śDisappearance,â€ť I donâ€™t anticipate that heâ€™ll don facepaint and move to Norway any time soon. Â â€śSilver Pharmacyâ€ť is another worthwhile entry in Mr. Hardimanâ€™s ever-expanding, yet always fascinating, discography.