Ramde Wu Dem. Don't worry if you can't figure out how to pronounce it, Riley Scruggs doesn't give a shit. Born into a culture plagued by pretentious dicks, Ramde Wu Dem is a Rabbi with a sharp knife. To put it bluntly, Tim Byrd might've liked it if it hadn't killed him instantly out of sheer ecstasy. It blew his mind so hard that he was still making his "Oh" face two weeks later at that seance we had with his lawyer while we tried to divvy up his stuff.
From the first track on his debut, three song, mini EP, the texture and tone of shoegaze comes to mind. You just wait for something to happen, but it never does. Instead of cutting major chords into conventional pop chord progressions, Scruggs is more worried about the fabric of the sounds themselves. The message is clear, he doesn't care where the song is going, but is instead deeply interested in where the sounds have been. Owing more to Liars than to My Bloody Valentine, but keeping them both in mind, Ramde Wu Dem somehow strikes a tenuous balance between electro post-rock, aimless prog, and a little bit of Brian Eno. Though no comparison is truly apt, each, helps in making sense of what can seem chaotic at times. Instead of cutting his wrists and bleeding on the songs, however, Ramde Wu Dem doesn't seem to mind that his art might be inaccessible. Besides, its simplicity belies that idea to the hilt. Call it experimental, call it a soundscape, call it whatever, but the shit is original, and definitely worth a listen. Pay less attention to convention and more to cadence, and you might just figure him out, but probably not. Take a listen below...
Don't Go Far When There's Cash Involved
A Rumor of Deafening Potential
Is it an Award?