Flying Lotus - Cosmogramma

Warp

May 3rd, 2010.

Flying Lotus' otherworldly bout of astro-travellin' Cosmogramma was released on this day 15 years ago. The project paints these funky, semi-step-grooved wonks of sonic-shifting worlds and stitches their essences together like the most daring of feats - it's the melting down of music into some sort of flourishing, indescribable soup. 

Inventions don't really ever happen. Everything just falls off of something else until the desired outcome is met. It's a node on the map to the finish line - a finish line which never really comes. Particular things stand out as a very particular point in the timeline. Cosmogramma does this, indeed. Cosmogramma is the definition - or at least as close to the definition can be - of "original". There aren't many things in the sphere of influence as singular as Cosmogramma. Snippets of sounds that exist outside of the world of Cosmogramma do indeed make themselves known, but they're few and far between. It's like dialling into radio frequencies from a dead world - worlds of days gone-by, but still out there somewhere. Unseen and unlocatable. Lost in the tracks of time. On some spiritual plane. Measured by no metric and offering no readings to work with. Other than instinctive feel, there's nothing to go by. It's all a mental game. Those not in the know will prescribe some sort of ailments to soothe the rough seas, not knowing they're the calmest of any. Perspectives. Paradigms. Inconspicuous modes of being. 

Cosmogramma defies description. It traverses through a smorgasbord of sounds and styles only to maintain an out-of-reach essence. It takes life and injects a whole lot of what-the-fuckery with a smooth-yet-wobbly demeanour. It has to be heard to be understood. Cosmogramma may seem like a fluke at first, but as time moves on the active intent of the album shines forth. 

I need to know you're out there, need to know you're out there somewhere....

Do the astral plane, guys, right this way.