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When you start to nail down genres and subgenres by name, you feel like a genius. Being able to pinpoint what you're listening to (particularly in the dizzying family tree of metal) instills a feeling most music geeks crave like water. Föllakzoid don't offer these realizations. They dabble in the new-psychedelic spectrum, but challenge you to identify their niche in the scene. They're making an appearance at this year's Austin Psych Fest, but don't sound anything like vets 13th Floor Elevators or The Flaming Lips. It appears it's best to accept III for what it is - a sprawling, trippy lab experiment of a drone that gives way to a mere four tracks over forty-five minutes.

There's a delayed rhythm that kicks off the record. Each note fades into obscurity before disappearing into the void. Don't get used to it. Get used to the kick/hi-hat loop that pervades much of the album before 'Electric' is murdered by some sonic retelling of an 80s sci-fi film. It helps to stop here and embrace what you've just put 12 minutes into: chunky guitar sounds that die slow deaths over a low frequency range takeover and sparse, similarly hallucinatory vocals that cut into the mix, but don't convey a message so much as fall neatly into place. Admittedly, the mere presence of them across the sprawling length of 'Earth' is a warm respite from the drones.

As such, III is defined by the extra instrumentation that sprinkles the foreground: the didgeridoo on 'Earth', the gorgeous hammer-dulcimer on 'Piure', or the quick semblances of guitar solo that lay themselves upon closer 'Feuerzeug'. Each piece serves to distract from boredom or the feeling that you're watching end credits for a bit too long. If you're still left with a sensation of emptiness despite these elements, there isn't much for you here. However, giving III time to breathe and envelop pays off nicely. There's a way that the music reveals life in happiness and sadness - like putting on spectral goggles that help you see not only far into space, but far into the future. Conversely, 'Piure' acts as if something horrible has already happened as it looks back across a desert of tremolo guitar patterns that courageously create a crowded headphone space using very simple and very few sonic changes. Pretty.

Based on content alone, the record could be forgotten. Instead, focus on what brings it record to your ears. Sure, there are musical curiosities in all of us. However, III puts life events into perspective as well as a smattering of mood-altering sounds. Don't marinate on only a musical background that brought your ears to March 2015 or even to the very evening you sit down to listen to it. You'll be demanded to consider a deeper, more comprehensive examination of what goes on in between waking and sleeping life. These four songs are dramatic, yes, but it's touching and impressive how Föllakzoid stay the course. That they can conjure such mental theatrics (with what feels at first like just a few actual moving parts) is astonishing - like looking at a statue or tall building and seeing how much it dwarves your simple body. III will bring a needed meditation if your day was rough. All it takes is the antithesis of a pop song to snap you back into reality, but III will hold your head close while it has your attention. Never mind what sect of the current pop landscape Föllakzoid actually occupy, if any.

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