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Says Peter Taylor of Foxy Digitalis,

“Bubbling electronics and damped sound forge hypnotic noises.”

“Mirages of melodies are dissolved in reverb and white noise.”

“A very hypnotic side with some of the greatest live synth resonance put to CD-R this year.”

“a journey well worth treading and a high recommendation for all into meditative music. 7/10″

Full review here, and you can pick up a copy over in the shop, of course.

“Niagara Falls offer three tracks of wonderful smoke filled music, the second of which ‘Acid Of Ants’ is a tense scuttle of noise that creeps under the skin like that itch you just cannot reach. The third piece ‘Morning Mold’ is a much slower track, the sound of space debris floating endlessly across the universe, to be finally sucked into a dying sun.” 

We thank you very much.

• First Honeymoonmusic.com post ever!
• First show ever at the Honeymoon Compound, The Cicada Festival.
• Golden Ball Video for Signature Abstract
• Niagara Falls interviewed on Foxy Digitalis

Smother.net says…”Folk rock anthems that are mighty and higher than you’d have imagined. Bits and pieces of abstract neurotically precise percussion are dangled out throughout Golden Ball’s fantastic follow-up to their “The Luxury of Pause”. This is good music for good music’s sake.”

Ok? The good Lord Whimsy had this to say…

“Simultaneously eerie, antic, and intimate, this cryptic, absurdist psychedelia cracks open the modest to find the epic–singing anthems that bring to mind the bizarre microcosms all around us. Sounds bloom, quiver, shrivel, break apart. Orchid totems are proudly planted atop the summits of anthills, and matchbook boats with maple leaf sails set off for the Arctic Circle…”

Ok.

We’ll be celebrating the release at Johnny Brenda’s on March 24th with the righteous dudes of Sorted! We recommend purchasing yrself an advanced ticket.

Adam Bugaj sometimes plays lysergic barn rock with the Clear Spots, other times vaporizes neurons with Peacefeather, but more than either he’s a bedroom studio Dr. Moreau, toiling away in his attic laboratory to bring us fragmentary new sonic life forms. If the medium is the message, this is definitely speaking in tongues: flashes of recognizable elements float by — ghosts of Wilson/Parks sketches, malfunctioning electronica, lo-fi psychedelia, tape hiss and machine hum and the click of the edit button –then fly off in mid-sentence just as their import begins to clarify. This is what it would feel like if Daylight Savings Time happened every day. (dwacres.com)