Fluke | perfection

You know when you have a very specific feeling, a mood that is ultra-particular, indefinable, and you seek something to augment it, to express it, sometimes food, sometimes company. The drive home from work today was such an instance, and that specific thing I needed was Fluke’s brilliant album Puppy. Graceful electronic music of the abstract progressive-trance persuasion, it’s menacing, belligerent, erotic, defiant. I love it. Absolutely perfect for the day. Puppy is something of a recent rediscovery for me, as when I purchased it, I was still wrapped up in their previous album Risotto, which I still adore, but it’s a good thing that the two albums are somewhat different in tone and atmosphere.

I just love it when things fit together like this.