From the phantastic visions of Aaron Levin:
Phantasy Visions commandeers the disturbed ritual-waves emanating from the depths of a cosmic jungle-vortex. Busted drums churn through a minor-key cult-fest that rivals The Pink Noise for its basement-macabre. PRADADA wins by reaching new levels of phantasmic antipathy within the layers of echo and destruction. A disturbing record not for the light of spirit and a certified contender for strangest album of the year. Forward all psychological damage claims to Hobo Cult mainstay Francesco de Gallo.
PRADADA – Lay Down Your Heads
PRADADA – Drunk Ship
PRADADA – Wasted Indians

Frantic, urgent basement drum-machine pop from the bowels of Vancouver, BC. The opening track on Freedom reminded me of Sean Savage‘s ode to Eamon McGrath (one of Sean’s best songs, despite the lyrics) and I was immediately hooked. Contained within are imaginative combinations of mystery and electronics, acoustic reverberations and brooding stagnation, wasted solos and wrecked drumming; sounds that demand more and, dammit, I want it now. I’ll have to settle for the “Candy” diskette single (yes, on old 3.5″ floppies) or the noisier Stamina Maggot cassette. I love you Casio.
GR8-2000 – spirit
GR8-2000 – da sea
GR8-2000 – lawnmower; my true enemy

Viewing the Feral Children spectacle is a truly singular experience; emotional bellowing from the bottoms of a psychedelic vortex. Creating detailed lysergic textures on the fly with the usage of a looping pedal and sampler whilst strumming his uniquely tuned, de-strung guitar. This album got heavy play while I was finishing my thesis, putting out a record, and working full-time. I managed to avoid dropping acid but the album was a certified trip each time I took a break from hell to listen. Highly recommended. A top release from 2008.