My girlfriend’s father has carpenter hands: gritty and rough, palms pitted with corns, skin tough as tyvek. Those frayed hands are channels which create wonderful items from wood. Furniture, toys, and statues which all come from similar slabs of wood, each twiddled, cut, glued, nailed, and sawed into their various shapes. There is no doubt that only hands like his could create such objects.

So if those hands make those objects, is there any surprise that My Milky Way Arms create electronic, spaced-out, galactic music? It’s immediately apparent on Magneto (Aahhh!!!), really giving the impression that the milky way is indeed coursing down their arms, guiding them into these vast, galactic symphonies of shimmering, spiraling tones, hazy, elevating drums, and disembodied, celestial vocals, snuffled with just enough distortion to create a wonderfully alien yet completely immersible soundscape. A spot-on outcome from such aptly-named appendages.

If it were up to me, I’d have Chocolate Pudding With Brownie Bits Arms.

MP3: My Milky Way Arms - Magneto (Aahhh!!!)

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