Much of what passes for music among H. Sapiens makes my head hurt. The conspicuous lack of melody, the over-reliance on rhythm, a dearth of inventive harmony, and the relentless, soul-deadening perfection of auto-tune. There’s a sameness to it that frankly, has caused me to quietly rue my superior hearing. The Biped however, possesses a somewhat elevated taste in this regard, and I submit the attached as proof.
I heard it this morning on our mandatory walk, leaking through His Majesty’s earbuds. (Again, superior hearing.) I suspect most of you will lack the patience to make it all the way through, but those with three minutes to spare will likely find themselves restored.
You’re welcome.
Freddy