Kpt.michi.gan Player Player
Kpt.michi.gan’s second album feels like you’re sneaking into an abandoned house, left half-constructed, all flaking […]
Kpt.michi.gan’s second album feels like you’re sneaking into an abandoned house, left half-constructed, all flaking and crumbling drywall, haphazard piles of shredded lumber, sparely lit by a single flashlight beam. Player Player features some intensely minimal, yet strangely scattered microelectronics that put cracked, fragmented shards of rather loud noise on display. Kpt. doesn’t shy away from evocations of machinery, like with the shallow jackhammering of “Weg 3,” but the intriguingly hard emptiness of the album turns suddenly on its head with the final track, “Hey Brother,” a pretty, mild indietronic pop number complete with twee male vocals.