Vinyl LP pressing. N0V3L's debut full-length, Non-Fiction, comprises 11 tracks that function as a treatise on modern existence and the perverse parameters within which it's experienced. It's a collection of agile, carefully-constructed post-punk, new wave, funk, and garage rock that's been zapped and warped by an opioid overdose crisis, mental illness, populism, and the merciless onward march of time. Intimate sadnesses and structural violences are blurred to the jagged quirk of sharp guitars, commanding bass, acrid saxophone, and mournful keys, all propelled ever for-ward by nimble drumming. It's dark and occasionally danceable, a macabre late-capitalist disco under a pall of confusion
Vinyl LP pressing. N0V3L's debut full-length, Non-Fiction, comprises 11 tracks that function as a treatise on modern existence and the perverse parameters within which it's experienced. It's a collection of agile, carefully-constructed post-punk, new wave, funk, and garage rock that's been zapped and warped by an opioid overdose crisis, mental illness, populism, and the merciless onward march of time. Intimate sadnesses and structural violences are blurred to the jagged quirk of sharp guitars, commanding bass, acrid saxophone, and mournful keys, all propelled ever for-ward by nimble drumming. It's dark and occasionally danceable, a macabre late-capitalist disco under a pall of confusion
5052442020189

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Format: Vinyl
Label: TIN ANGEL
Rel. Date: 05/28/2021
UPC: 5052442020189

Non-Fiction
Artist: N0V3L
Format: Vinyl
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Vinyl LP pressing. N0V3L's debut full-length, Non-Fiction, comprises 11 tracks that function as a treatise on modern existence and the perverse parameters within which it's experienced. It's a collection of agile, carefully-constructed post-punk, new wave, funk, and garage rock that's been zapped and warped by an opioid overdose crisis, mental illness, populism, and the merciless onward march of time. Intimate sadnesses and structural violences are blurred to the jagged quirk of sharp guitars, commanding bass, acrid saxophone, and mournful keys, all propelled ever for-ward by nimble drumming. It's dark and occasionally danceable, a macabre late-capitalist disco under a pall of confusion