"White Bronco chasing a dream" daamn, some ominous, dystopian Hollywood vibes. I love this album. My formative years were the early to mid '90s, and this album does such an amazing job of recreating this certain feeling from that time period, a hazy day-glo unreality, this sort of national mythos of what Hollywood/LA was, especially to those of us in other parts of the country who only knew it through countless movies and TV shows (and from increasingly troubling news reports). It uses a lot of the sounds and instrumentation of slick blockbuster movie soundtracks from the late '80s/early '90s, all the pulsating studio drum sounds, serpentine bass lines, washed-out haze, synthy dread, the little funky/vaguely menacing guitar licks here and there, etc. Brings to mind shimmery visions of boulevards lined with tall palm trees, sharp cars, big houses with lots of slick, white interiors, gleaming blue swimming pools, beachfront properties, languid gated communities a few miles away from roiling slums, blazing sunshine, endless billboards silhouetted against gorgeous smoggy sunsets, traffic-choked freeways, all-night diners, seedy motels, dive bars... restless days that seem to blur and bleed into one another, and balmy, neon-lit nights spent moving from party to party, searching for something elusive. And of course cocaine. Lots of it, and really garishly attractive, hedonistic, confused, morally bankrupt people: high-end drug dealers, junkies, hustlers, pimps and whores, self-help gurus/cult leaders, celebrities, lifestyle coaches, fitness instructors, surfers, movie stars and producers, gangsters, corrupt cops, detectives, lawyers, desperate fledgling actresses, porn stars, drugged-up models, plastic-surgery'd trophy wives, adulterous spouses, un-supervised teens, emotionally cold/distant families... all drifting aimlessly, or chasing unlikely dreams in the shadow of the surrounding Hollywood hills.
Beautifully put, my friend. There's a certain feel of quiet , pretty decadent, yet fancy isolation reverberating all over this album. 90's Cronenberg gives me almost the exact same vibe.
"White Bronco chasing a dream" daamn, some ominous, dystopian Hollywood vibes. I love this album. My formative years were the early to mid '90s, and this album does such an amazing job of recreating this certain feeling from that time period, a hazy day-glo unreality, this sort of national mythos of what Hollywood/LA was, especially to those of us in other parts of the country who only knew it through countless movies and TV shows (and from increasingly troubling news reports). It uses a lot of the sounds and instrumentation of slick blockbuster movie soundtracks from the late '80s/early '90s, all the pulsating studio drum sounds, serpentine bass lines, washed-out haze, synthy dread, the little funky/vaguely menacing guitar licks here and there, etc.
Brings to mind shimmery visions of boulevards lined with tall palm trees, sharp cars, big houses with lots of slick, white interiors, gleaming blue swimming pools, beachfront properties, languid gated communities a few miles away from roiling slums, blazing sunshine, endless billboards silhouetted against gorgeous smoggy sunsets, traffic-choked freeways, all-night diners, seedy motels, dive bars... restless days that seem to blur and bleed into one another, and balmy, neon-lit nights spent moving from party to party, searching for something elusive. And of course cocaine. Lots of it, and really garishly attractive, hedonistic, confused, morally bankrupt people: high-end drug dealers, junkies, hustlers, pimps and whores, self-help gurus/cult leaders, celebrities, lifestyle coaches, fitness instructors, surfers, movie stars and producers, gangsters, corrupt cops, detectives, lawyers, desperate fledgling actresses, porn stars, drugged-up models, plastic-surgery'd trophy wives, adulterous spouses, un-supervised teens, emotionally cold/distant families... all drifting aimlessly, or chasing unlikely dreams in the shadow of the surrounding Hollywood hills.
i fucking love this comment dude
thank ya
Beautifully put, my friend. There's a certain feel of quiet , pretty decadent, yet fancy isolation reverberating all over this album.
90's Cronenberg gives me almost the exact same vibe.
The big bass stab at 0:30 is just
I've been trying to recreate that synth sound and I still can't do it.
Why would this be removed from spotify..
Man… for real haha
Still relevant today.
What a great name you have
@@kirstyiso thanks. most people mispronounce my last name but it's unique and i like that
was only 7 years ago lol
What is the sound that first comes in at 0:24 called thank you very much
No clue but I LOVE it
That's just an 808 cowbell.
PPAP bell
lol, aren't you easily amused
Ferraro's work takes an interest in the mundane and crass. Is it really so bad to be amused by it?
oj sent me here
hawk tuah
I love how ugly it sounds
It sounds like deconstructed California music, like if someone chopped and screwed a G-funk track.
I don’t find it ugly sounding at all. A bit disjointed and eerie but super beautiful and atmospheric at the same time.