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It’s hard to believe that Gibson’s signature sonic texture comes from a single instrument, but more surprising than the density of Gibson’s tone is the wide range of atmospheres he and Chippendale manage to evoke with their limited palette. The intro to “Flooded Chamber” is crafted from loops of pitch-shifted feedback, coalescing into a mournful seagull cry above Chippendale’s skittering ADD drums. “Rain on Lake I’m Swimming In” is a wash of echoed, harmonized...
Hoping to score at least a few physics concentrators at their intro meeting this Thursday at 8:30 p.m. in the Rabe Room Rabb Hall at Harvard Hillel, Rush and Biden seek to tackle what even Georgi's next pset won't prepare you for: the reason why your broomstick, no matter which model Firebolt you own, still won't fly. With this small impasse, for the time being, College Quidditch remains grounded: official rules state that you must have physical grasp of your broomstick at all times. This means one hand, two hands, or that awkward feeling of clenching...
...wearying listen. The album opens with “In Heat,” an essentially meaningless piece of noise that clocks in at only 1:48 but would still count as filler if it were anywhere else in the album. As an opener, it serves as the intro to “Die Slow,” the album’s lead single and most representative song. “Die Slow” has all the elements of HEALTH’s style: a mix of elaborate, heavy synths with drums and guitar, buried androgynous vocals...
...those of you who missed it—or were too creeped out to go—FlyBy swung by the semi-secret Sorrento Square social organization that used to occasionally publish a so-called humor magazine’s intro comp meeting last night, a smoke-filled affair that featured a bit of lore, a bit of hyperbole, and, well, a damn nice building (or at least part...
...rest of the meeting proceeded much like most of the other intro-meetings of the pretentious literary magazines on campus, though with fewer pairs of horn-rimmed glasses than FlyBy would’ve like to see—only one by our reckoning...