Had someone suggested Yuichiro Fujimoto to me, I’m not sure I would have taken the bait after listening to a few tracks. His music comes off noisy perhaps, but in comparison to a number of avantgarde artists out of Japan, Fujimoto’s essence is modest and natural.
Natural, like the sounds we hear while half-awake, sleeping with eyes shut, only somewhere in the countryside of Japan. Both Kinoe and The Mountain Record have beautiful pace for this time of year (Autumn). I’ve been quite taken by the simplicity which nearly mocks my own complexities.
Something to exploit nostalgia… it’s possible.
