
The sonic escapades of Doofgoblin (nee John Gulino) are a thorn in the side of would-be easy listeners. Gulino produces dense and complex hyper-pop music that caters to nail biters and short attention spans.
Gulino bounces the listener from point to point in a rapid succession of razor-sharp melodies, hemorrhaging bass lines, and a veritable circus of percussive insanity. Tight orchestration wrestles with digital catastrophe; moments of anarchy and humor arise and disappear. Meanwhile, the dysfunctional relationship between noise and time plays itself out over a tortured, if grassy, field.
