RemarkableUnremarkable by Experimentality: A Wobbly Sonic Adventure
Alright, let’s talk about RemarkableUnremarkable by Experimentality. It’s one of those albums that makes you go, “Wait… is this genius or just someone messing around with knobs?” Spoiler: it’s both. And honestly? That’s what makes it kinda unforgettable.
First off, the album doesn’t stick to one vibe—it jumps all over the place like a caffeinated squirrel. One moment you’re vibing to dreamy synths, and the next, BAM, there’s some glitchy chaos punching your eardrums. But hey, isn’t unpredictability half the fun?
Now, onto the tracks I can’t shake off. Track 3—“Static Dreams”—is this woozy little gem that feels like falling asleep in a car while rain patters on the windows. The melody loops lazily, but right when you think it’s gonna get boring, these weird digital bleeps sneak in like an alien trying not to wake you up. It’s simple, sure, but somehow hypnotic. Like, I played it three times in a row before realizing I’d forgotten to eat lunch. Oops.
Then there’s Track 7—“Echo Chamber Heartbreak.” This one hits different. Imagine if heartbreak had a soundtrack—that raw, messy mix of sadness and regret—but filtered through a retro arcade machine. There’s this pulsing beat underneath layers of distorted vocals, and every so often, you hear what sounds suspiciously like someone sighing into a microphone. Is it cheesy? Absolutely. Do I love it? Also yes.
What sticks with me most about these songs isn’t just how they sound—it’s how they linger afterward. You know how sometimes after eating spicy food, your mouth still tingles for hours? These tracks are like that, except for your brain. They leave behind this weird glow, like you’ve been privy to some secret experiment (pun totally intended).
So yeah, RemarkableUnremarkable might not be perfect. Some parts feel unfinished, others overly ambitious—but maybe that’s the point. Maybe Experimentality wants us to sit with the messiness instead of chasing polished perfection. Or maybe they just ran out of time before the deadline. Who knows?
Final thought: If this album were a person, it’d probably wear mismatched socks and quote poetry at random moments. Would you roll your eyes at them? Sure. But deep down, you’d kinda admire their audacity.
