mp-FREE: Adrian Orange and Her Band (because we don't want to call it "Emerging")

Outsider art is not ever a funny thing.  Harsh as it sounds, most of the artists that choose their path outside of the normal lines in the big record company machine-combed sands usually end not only in obscurity and barely visible cult status but can also lead to crushing frustration with few audiences who have the abilities to grasp your progression/message wholeheartedly.

Most of the artists that can be "categorized" like this (and please take note that we won't come close to claiming that we know even 2% of them) are more than happy to live out their lives solely to create and express.  That, to the culture of me, is one of the most impressive things we can imagine.

Adrian Orange and Her Band (also sometimes called Adrian Orange or Thanksgiving or I Am Human or Adrian Orange with Slave Child Rebellion or I Is Not Human) are the outsiders of the outsiders.  We get the sense while listening to it that the collective is imploding or at least on its way there.  I mean, sure, we've seen acts that border on this line.  But they never cross it.  The crescendo/denouncement measures are predictable at best.

But this band (whatever the fuck you want to call it) are NOT predictable.  It's cryptic and dangerous and we LIKE that.  The jazzy horns, the never-ending drums, the wail of a broken (?) soul.  You're not going anywhere while listening to Adrian Orange and Her Band.  You've come to a halt.  A standstill.  A crossroads with no clear "right" way.  So, stop, look around and have a seat.  It'd be a long ride if you kept moving.  It's an even longer one when you're standing still.

(mp3)    You're My Home

Godspeed!