Rest In Fleas by cloud becomes your hand
CBYH is the live manifestation of a recording project started by Stephe Cooper in 2010: "avant-prog bumping insect rock & roll" (or) "a renaissance faire acid trip underwater in grandma's winnebago."
Like visions from a 3D comic book, color fantasies explode in vivid new sound-tones on Cloud Becomes Your Hand's Rest in Fleas. The band's second album for Northern Spy establishes the Brooklyn sextet as purveyors of googley-eyed psych-pop of the highest order, delivered in a kinetically singular dialect of the musical language of fun. Over eight tracks, Cloud Becomes Your Hand affirm their position in the secret lineage that links the pingings of the BBC Radiophonics Workshop to the happy goofing of Syd-era Pink Floyd (like if the busted gearwork at the end of "Bike" started its own band?), a line that connects the energy dome power of Devo to the collage-happy Frosted Ambassador wing of the Elephant 6 Recording Company. Feed your head, right? But while the collective destination might be the sweet innocence of marmalade skies, the Cloud irregulars are hardly musical naifs, executing dazzling conceptual and compositional turns that puts them just as much in the family of New York's uncompromising experimental music scene.