Brian Merrill's first EP is upon us, and if "Bliss Bunnies" is any indication, it's a blistering project, laced with the rebellious spirit of New York-era John Lennon. It's got the slime and grit of NYC you just felt on last season of The Deuce; listen close and you'll hear street noises, emitting from the city.
You can also detect the brooding weirdness of someone like David Lynch in there too. It's like Tiny Tim covered the Velvet Underground: "i was in a hotel/floating above my cells," a meek voice utters in the song's opening moments.
"Bliss Bunnies" is savage, a rule breaker, practically: no headphones, bleeding audio, one microphone to record the drums. Jamie Walters produced the track, in addition to engineered and mixed -- he brings a rugged sonic tenderness to the proceedings. Perhaps he best sums up the song's mandate: "We wanted it raw, like when someone reveals a brutal truth in a drunk haze..."
"It wasn't about anything other than getting something off our chests: a fuck you to who knows. Maybe Trump, maybe ourselves."
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