From the Heights of Our Pastureland by Yoo Doo Right

From the humble sod hut of the human spirit, technological tornadoes spin up on the endless horizon, silently moving ever closer as we feel our grasses quiver, our windows rattle, our hair stand on end. Montreal experimental outfit Yoo Doo Right captures our unease on their new record From the Heights of Our Pastureland, aggressively chasing the drama of post rock with an anchor in krautrock that prevents a freefall into formless ephemera. Today, the nuclear blast of massively accessible artificial intelligence has already stained our eyes, but the ensuing shockwave of labor replacement, creative decay, and environmental destruction hasn’t yet followed. On the album, the human spirit sings in all its flawed beauty, bracing for impact and enjoying this last moment of solitude in the world before the singularity. Awe-inspiring, noisy, textured guitar tones trace the swells of this tragic spiritual song, erupting from the surface of the prairie and descending to a bedrock of dependable, psychedelic krautrock rhythms, nervously glancing at the approaching storm before taking one last flight into the calm but growing winds.