Superlooper

Superlooper. What to think of a band willfully fucking up it's own future by such a wretched name?All right, let's google them: westernsaddles, finishmops and a viennese band grooving. Listened to the e-viola. Again: e-viola! Aaargh, pain hurts! That aching it's sweet. And looped. Guitarfunk looped. An arranger, all is forever looped. Superlooper sometimes coaxes out a fragile feedback, sometimes a scrunching drumset, other times a thin, underbred melody seeking shelter beneath the rough ruins. The arranger inbreeds dubbing tapedelays. Funked swinged abducted. At 270 guitars per hour feedbackmelodies circle above the shredded remains of disgorged smithereens. Indigested. E-viola's tearjerker "Vanessa Mae" cellophaned, meat mincer mashed. Easy to spread from bold to beautiful. Go ahead!