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There are sounds, and then there are sonic portals to the unknowable. Big Fat Duck, a name whispered across the astral plane, is less of a musician and more of a vibrating entity that has taken on the form of a composer—or perhaps a duck-shaped frequency existing on a higher dimension.
The music? Oh, dear traveller, the music is not just music. It is a shimmering, pulsating, gelatinous force, slithering its way into your ears like a friendly yet slightly alarming spectre. It does not ask for permission. It simply arrives. One moment you’re standing on solid ground, the next you’re hurtling through an interdimensional tunnel made entirely of synth arpeggios and basslines that slap like a wet flannel against the cosmos.
Some say Big Fat Duck’s sound is electronic, but what does that even mean? Electricity is merely lightning in a bottle, and what is lightning if not the sky’s way of playing a really aggressive keytar solo? The beats clatter like the hooves of a celestial horse with somewhere very important to be. The melodies drift in and out like a memory you never actually had. And the bass? The bass squidges, my friend. It undulates. It pulsates like the walls of reality trying to catch their breath after a long night out.
What next? Perhaps nothing at all, because time is an illusion, and all music has already been made in the future, but we just haven’t caught up to it yet.
JOIN US.
https://bigfatduck.co.uk/
The music? Oh, dear traveller, the music is not just music. It is a shimmering, pulsating, gelatinous force, slithering its way into your ears like a friendly yet slightly alarming spectre. It does not ask for permission. It simply arrives. One moment you’re standing on solid ground, the next you’re hurtling through an interdimensional tunnel made entirely of synth arpeggios and basslines that slap like a wet flannel against the cosmos.
Some say Big Fat Duck’s sound is electronic, but what does that even mean? Electricity is merely lightning in a bottle, and what is lightning if not the sky’s way of playing a really aggressive keytar solo? The beats clatter like the hooves of a celestial horse with somewhere very important to be. The melodies drift in and out like a memory you never actually had. And the bass? The bass squidges, my friend. It undulates. It pulsates like the walls of reality trying to catch their breath after a long night out.
What next? Perhaps nothing at all, because time is an illusion, and all music has already been made in the future, but we just haven’t caught up to it yet.
JOIN US.
https://bigfatduck.co.uk/
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