(For fans of Godspeed You Black Emperor!/Mogwai/Explosions In The Sky/Black Heart Procession, read on...

Organic music; define it for me?

The precondition musicians portray that playing is living? A natural sound?
The utmost antithesis of electronic music?
Coldplay?
Or a sound that seems to create the illusion that it falls from outside the radius of human creation?

What about here... This is an equation of what is both seemingly organic in sound and yet drenched with the primordial fluids of electronics with one too many confusing definitions. However I’m not about to make anything less baffling.
Live onstage, their energy emitted through the air almost casts holographic images of themselves like someone left the camera shutter open for too long. It’s as if the identities of this band disappear and what you interface with is in fact the sound of a living thing itself.
Does that not constitute as organic? 

The band? 

65daysofstatic.

The pure passion of this bands’ members is a quaking stir in a womb of distortion gushing its way out into the world in a wall of sound. An umbilical cord built from string and wire. A sound with so much depth and warmth I think I could still get away with saying that It punches out like a poltergeist behind the barrier of a TV screen, though far from cold and dead.
The songs 65daysofstatic construct are a hybrid of epic drum’n’bass musings with all the guitar-driven skill and force of four adventurous, young musicians from Sheffield who have clearly found an escape from their asphyxia.

Their entire sound as if torn in two with the hauntingly isolated piano playing over the spitting electronics that grow fiercely until you realise that these sounds aren’t playing off each other but instead twisting and melding like two electric eels in a silver crescendo