Fire-Toolz: Eternal Home Album Review
The work of Fire-Toolz has always been designed for life indoors. Listening to the psychedelic splashes of new age, progressive metal, vaporwave and digital noise from Chicago producer Angel Marcloid captures the distinct feeling of growing up online, with all of music history recorded at the click of a keyboard. As with like-minded artists like Galen Tipton and 100 gecs, Marcloid describes the internet as a place where jumping from genre to genre is as easy as switching tabs, the line between ‘good’ and ‘ bad taste makes no sense, and you can let your personal soundtrack become as odd as you want it to be thanks to the safety of your headphones. The internet often acts as an incubator for our hyper-specific tastes to develop unimpeded, a place of self-expression to take wild new forms as we find our own niche communities that accept us. Marcloid’s music incorporates this boundless freedom and unleashes it as a modern take on a confessional epic. Geocities blog post, full of typos and spinning unicorn clipart.
The fantastic world of progressive rock has always been in the personal myth of Marcloid, and bands like Rush and Dream Theater serve as a common thread to the Fire-Toolz Project with their obscure sci-fi lore, highly technical compositions, and overly shameless approach to songwriting. At Eternal abode, Marcloid offers his own take on the epic progressive rock epic: an 80-minute purge of ideas that mixes screamo, smooth jazz and IDM as if they had always been made to be together. This long-term project is a dense proposition from an artist whose music was already overwhelming at the start, and the analysis of the album requires dedication. However, in the midst of the chaos is some of Marcloid’s most concentrated and welcoming materials to date.
Although following the themes of Eternal abode will require a lyrics sheet to understand Marcloid’s distorted cries, close listening reveals that the album is a search for personal fulfillment and purpose, narrated from the isolated confines of home. From the first moments of the overture “â In The Pinewaves â”, chintzy synth chords clash in all directions as Marcloid ponders mundane tasks like doing the dishes, shouting edgy affirmations like “I have to. strength now “and” I “I am not paying for a mantra. In Marcloid’s hands, being a stay-at-home stoner is a journey of self-discovery. “Lellow
A new development on Eternal abode is Marcloid’s use of clear vocals as opposed to his usual black metal screams, the best moments finding ways to make the two styles work together. âThick_flowy_glowy_sparkly_stingy_pain.mpeg ” opens with an absolutely decimating scream before launching into a blast of unholy nu-metal from Deftones through Cocteau Twins, layering scintillating harmonies over pounding guitar riffs.â Where on EARTH. Is My SacchidÄnanda? “Is even more accessible (at least by Fire-Toolz standards), leading a triumphant shoegaze charge as Marcloid sings and shouts after” sampling all there is to learn “on his quest to find happiness. âIt sounds like a hymn to the fire- Toolz as a whole, the melodic voice making his trademark growls all the more powerful.
Moments like these manage to squeeze Marcloid’s far-reaching ambition into surprisingly crisp songwriting, but it’s hard for the more wandering material to sound that exciting in comparison. For every stunner like “I Am a Cloud”, a sound power ballad of the eerie valley reminiscent of the work of Oneohtrix Point Never after-Delete Garden, there are oceans of mind-blowing glitch collages that end up looking like sonic vomit. It’s fun to get lost in the frenzy of it all, but the album works best on a basis of choosing your own adventure, jumping from one batch of tracks to another like switching between Discord channels.
In the spirit of progressive rock, Eternal abode is as ambitious and cerebral as he is complacent; but unboxing these weird, messy depths has always seemed to be the whole point of Marcloid’s music. All of his research yields dazzling results – the climax of âOdd Cat Sanctuary,â the lo-fi emo serenade âTo Make Home, Be Home,â the playful MIDI sound that scrolls through âWindow 2 Window 2 Window 2 Window.â As the album ends with âTo Make Whole, Be Whole,â Marcloid confronts the ways happiness can always seem out of reach, running a checklist of taxes owed, medical work owed and places distant to finally settle. For Marcloid, the house is a constantly changing state. As uncomfortable as it may be, there is beauty in the way Fire-Toolz embraces this state of turbulent flow as the true destination.
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