Orange Swimmer Red Summer (download)
/echo synth fun times/
/hypno rainbow space fractals/
/dance in your moon boots/
P.S. I really like this record. Like, a lot. And even though it’s not quite as orgasmic as his other releases, I Haiku Reviewed it instead of other Deastro records because it’s a free download. You should definitely make an effort to check out stuff like Moondagger and Keeper’s because they’re amazingly awesome and I personally like them more than Orange Swimmer.
pic by Jeremy Deputat
stage, Deastro’s colourful, ambient, avantguarde pop symphonies come to life with his emotions and endless energy. You may recognise his song ‘Parallelograms’ from bnet radio, and the more recent ‘Vermillion Plaza’ and ‘Toxic Crusaders’ are both criminally catchy. Those sonic booms on his recordings are actually fireworks. “Of course everyone’s hanging out, and I’m nerding out with headphones and a field recorder on the fourth of July,” Chabot said of it in an interview.
Deastro’s dreamy pop sounds like an interstellar collision, like Bright Eyes meets The Radio Dept., The Postal Service or Phoenix. It’s mostly constructed with synth but it sounds like there are conventional instruments in there at times. Switching between bouncy subterranean pop, atmospheric dream folk and synthetic dance shoegaze, Deastro’s sound is vast, daring and really pretty.
Despite news to the contrary, there are still record stores in America. Chains, less and less but, at least in New York, the good ones are still going. April 18 was the third annual
Record Store Day, a "celebration of the unique culture surrounding over 700 independently owned record stores in the USA, and hundreds of similar stores internationally." Or, an excuse to get people to go out and remember just how cool and fun it is to browse and buy physical records and CDs in an actual record store. To entice people to do so, labels and bands pressed up exclusive vinyl releases that were only available that day.

As Deastro , 22-year-old producer and musician Randolph Chabot makes pastoral pop songs for people who believe in aliens. The Detroit native has been moving his gig around the Motor City’s DIY spaces, pushing tunes loaded with swathes of harmonic color and weightless programming, the kind of music you’d listen to at night in a field while trying to trace constellations with your index finger.
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