As major labels continue to exist behind the times, artists and labels with little capital and lesser reputations are producing some of the most innovative, interesting, and inspiring music. Whether it’s creating a new niche in digital technology or looking to once obsolete formats, Agitated Atmosphere hopes to pull back the curtain on a wealth of sights and sound from luminaries such as Hobo Cubes.
Montreal has found itself the ant under the magnifying glass. Fidgety children, bored from the summer’s heat, have trained their steely gaze upon the French-Canadian hub. They are hungry for something new from the pop-centric city, largely unaware of what lurks beneath the golden anthill. For below the likes of Montreal’s biggest musical contributions burns a scene far more intense, daring, and exquisite. The ants beneath the surface are immune to the solar ray of the bored children, for they have forged a molten core hotter than any glass can project.
It is here where Frank Ouellette has fashioned Hobo Cubes. The name strikes fear but those who find themselves able to stomach such a frightful image will be rewarded with music as graceful as the Montreal internationally-recognized reputation. Timeless/Mindless (released via Seattle’s very own Debacle Records) shimmers with all the elegance of Montreal without the penchant for extravagance. The fires of hype that blaze Montreal streets find their kindling deep within Ouellette’s latest. Despite its easy-on-the-ears palette of synth, Timeless/Mindless burns with passion. Ouellette doesn’t rely on the instrument in the same vein that likeminded artists have in recent years. The inherent spaced sounds aren’t used to connect terrestrial with galactic; the melodies are grounded in recognizable melody and flourished nuance. Drone is not the product but an instrument. Timeless/Mindless is a loving embrace; the anticipation before a romantic kiss and a healthy bedroom romp. It’s the fire of the soul, not of exposure. To be wrapped in the arms of Timeless/Mindless as Montreal turns to ember under a blinding spotlight would be heavenly. It is bliss.