Floorian

Location:
COLUMBUS, OHIO, US
Type:
Artist / Band / Musician
Genre:
Psychedelic / Experimental / Shoegaze
Site(s):
Label:
Bomp Records
Type:
Indie
Floorian is a seductively spellbinding band from O-high-o. Exploring the realms of psychedelia, space rock and experimentalism, Floorian has conjured its own unique style of darkly melodic, hypnotic drone rock. In 2003 the band caught the ears of legendary Bomp! Records founder Greg Shaw and Brian Jonestown Massacre mastermind Anton Newcombe. Floorian’s debut album, “What The Buzzing”, was released in September 2004 on Newcombe’s label, The Committee To Keep Music Evil, and distributed by Bomp!. In March 2009, the band released its second album, “More Fiend”, to further critical acclaim. Floorian songs also have appeared on various compilations including “Psychedelica - Vols. I & II” and “The Vegetable Man Project - Vol. 3”. The band’s recordings have been hailed by fans and critics alike, but the real essence of Floorian is best experienced through their multi-sensory live shows, combining hypnotic visuals with potent sound excursions, astonishing audiences at every destination.



Reviewers spake thusly.



on "What the Buzzing":



".that perfect intersection of melody and noise sought by many and found by only a few. 'Symptoms Alone' is a timeless flood of brain chemistry overload, staking a claim for a place for this track on any compilation of early 21st Century neo-psychedelia." -- Tony Dale (Terrascope Online)



".mesmerizing, slow-burning psychedelic buildups complete with Near Eastern undercurrents, cascading into a trance-inducing avalanche." -- Ben Vendetta (Skyscraper)



".simmers slowly in an electric swamp teeming with feedback and reverb that glow like the will o’ the wisp, luring hapless (and hopefully, deeply stoned) listeners deeper and deeper into its blackness until they’ve lost their bearings, while every step sucks them down further and further into the muck. It’s never fun to watch yourself go down for the last time, but as the posters for The Trip wisely observed, it’s a Lovely Sort of Death… -- Paul Gaita (Sleazegrinder)



"."Symptoms Alone" is a hypnotic concoction of repeated musical phrases and expanding frontal lobe dementia. The music wants you on the floor, blissed out, waiting for the man with the bag or the man with the scythe." -- Paul Leeds (Culture Bunker)



"A near constant solar burst of intergalactic hallucinatory guitar leads, weeping extra-terrestrial feedback, and other abundantly arousing audio stimuli rises above the heavenly din. Floorian makes astral music of dreams while sweetly tumbling through the stratosphere. A-floating away on the clouds I now shall go." -- Roger Moser (Razorcake)



on "More Fiend:



"Sinister, looming guitars threaten to burst through the calm at any moment, while distant, ghostly vocals occasionally add to the tension. . Like the soundtrack to a nail-biting, suspenseful horror flick, the LP's dark, creepy ambience makes for an ideal late-night listening experience." -- Mark Suppanz (The Big Takeover)



".awash with fuzzy drone overtures and mystical mantras seemingly carried across the voids by transcendental mistrals. . Essential fringe-parting ear candy for psychedelicised space cadets." -- Mark Barton (Losing Today)



"The moody psychedelic false colors of the (cover) suggests the queasily pretty work enclosed. the slow, stretched out sections of the opening "Never Even" establish an appropriately unsettled feeling. "Séance" moves from the thoroughly unsettled to the exultant over its length, finding a stirring beauty as it continues." -- Ned Raggett (All Music Guide)



".capable of both stunningly pretty melodies and pulverizingly heavy passages. Floorian brings on the dense, weird jams just as you crave them. Set the volume high and expect to be buried alive by the hazy riffage of opener "Never Even," whose heavy stonedness will simply bowl you over." -- Matt Shimmer (Indieville)



".explores the darker side of spacerock, delving into the void inside the head where events are not limited to physical laws. Passages of smoldering torpor lead to surprise eruptions of dire scope. Abysses of despair yawn wide and spit forth melodies of grinding intensity. a strange mix of goth and space and industrial, all exhibiting a progressive cohesion that tends to defy any of the previous classifications." -- Matt Howarth (Sonic Curiosities)
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