Review: William Gruff – Binghamton

artworks-000057693854-eo0ci0-t500x500In a world encroaching ever closer to one imagined by Philip K. Dick comes Binghamton, a cosmic, psych-pop commencement speech from William Gruff.  Awash in astral feedback, Binghamton is a paean to the last graduating class on earth before technology’s roots fully take hold. As a musical diaspora, Binghamton is a six-song journey of the human race to escape through the rabbit hole of Mother Nature’s creation.

Embracing Darwin’s theory of evolution as a universal ideal, Binghamton quickly lays out its founding ethos:

Your life is your own
Experience it fully
We are not clones, we are not clones
We are not clones, we are not clones

To combat such an environmentally-disconnected reality, a naturalistic blueprint for anarchic rebellion is required:

It’s just that I’ve been thinking lately
A brain could use some time
Alone
It feels nice to be alone

The dystopian future of genetic colonization must be avoided at all costs. To achieve such an end, one must turn Tycho Brahe’s lunar theory on its head.

At the bottom of the ocean
There are stars like in the sky
I dive deeper (deeper)
Hoping to reach the galaxies afar

Should his fellow alumni follow William Gruff, a time capsule from today discovered some light years from now won’t tell the story of such modernity. Rather, the physics of love will form the tale read to future generations.

My body may be weightless
But the newtons of my heart are off the scale
And the pull of this one organ
Could fold the universe in on itself

A gathering will be held to unveil Binghamton unto the world this Saturday 12 October at Rockwood Music Hall in New York City. Individuals of like mind to William Gruff can prepare by watching the video for “At the Bottom of the Ocean” below. Further guidance on procuring the manifesto that is Binghamton will follow.

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