Listening to the first track of GlumLun’s eponymous album is akin to waking up from a sound sleep and finding yourself at the steering wheel of a car going 80 miles per hour down a mountain road. You know that if you survive things things are going to get even weirder. Even with most of the tracks being 10 years old, GlumLun does not disappoint.
GlumLun aka Scott Sharpe doesn’t make music, he creates pandemonium. As GlumLun, the London-based artist Sharpe is an unrelaxed machine, always ready to burst, pushing against the fabric of your eardrums with sonic equivalent of a garbage disposal mangling flatware, remote controls and darkish daydreams. GlumLun is an album that has destroyed my listening space and I will be listening to it over and over again.