WL//WH Video of the Day: CORASANDEL “FYN”

Video Of The Day CORASANDEL

Hailing from the depths of rural Lincolnshire, UK, the experimental Electro-Shoegaze collective, made up of  Mark Merrifield (Guitar, vox and things) and Jimmy Osborne (Processed guitars and fx), with Holly Hall (bass), Chris Lody (Keys, synths and beats), and Esme Dodsworth (Effected vocals), drops a video for the explorative, dance-inducing Madchester-tinged new track, “FYN”,

“FYN” reaches to the past “calling our ancestors to be our friends” in our current social and politically motivated turmoil. The lyric, “When I was younger, I thought that things would move on”, tries to find hope for the future. Our Ancestors are important: not only the recent ones who we’ve lost in our lifetime, but also those further back in deep time. All times are troubled in some way, so maybe those who have been through it before may have some wisdom to help us?

An invocation for guidance and wisdom, “FYN” rolls out on the swaying shaker-accented groove of a shuffling broken beat pattern, stacked with sinuous rubbery bass pulses and portal-opening resonant FXs, to ground wistful, lost, solemn male vocals, layered with nostalgic, warm shivering keyboard spirals and high piercing molten guitar reverberations, while gently radiating airy female cries surround, strengthen, and heal, into an emergence of primal male echoes.

Symbolic, paired visuals begin with a man in a tan horse mask walking up a hill toward the sun. There is a waist-high wall at the apex, and the view is of a coastal body of water. Bright rays pierce a layer of high, thin, feathery clouds to create a relaxed, joyous vibe. Then a black-headed horseman arrives and causes double vision and shadows. When the two headspaces merge, the perception turns blurry, exaggerated, and inverted, like a bad acid trip. Be sure to stick around for the ending for some comedic relief.

“The b-side, Lost in the Wolds (Dub), uses William S Burroughs’s literary cut-up technique to find new patterns and meanings in the sound of FYN. Not to make a remix, but a new song from the same point of creation. They are brother and sister.”

On the flip, eerie droning and distorted female vocals stutter, echo, and radiate outward in ghostly ephemeral rings before, a smooth high pitched siren-esque stream soars and then falls loudly, breaking the vibrant dub-wise hypnosis of a taunt, sonorous, elastic bass line and repetitive tinny breakbeats unto a transformative ending, where trumpeting jarring resonances slowly fade into a far away pinpoint amidst aerial effects and buzzing mists.

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