Woke up today with Dean Blunt’s weird album rattling in my brain again. That “Demon” one, you know? Been hitting play on Spotify for weeks now, trying to crack why it feels so damn heavy. Like something lurking under the noise.
Starting Out Completely Lost
First listen? Utter confusion. Skipped tracks halfway through. Sounded broken. Random phone calls? That weird-ass car alarm? Figured maybe it was just Dean messing around. Grabbed my notebook anyway – gotta write stuff down even when I don’t get it.
The Listen-Until-It-Hurts Phase
Made myself a rule: play the whole thing start to finish, no skipping. Used my big headphones to catch every damn scratch and beep. Started noticing patterns:
Pattern 1: All the interruptions – sirens, arguing voices, static bursts. Felt intentional, not mistakes.
Pattern 2: The music underneath, when you could hear it? Simple. Sad. Soul tunes almost buried.
Wrote down timestamps where things felt loaded. Track 7, minute two – sudden silence. Why?
Digging Into the Weirdness
Took my messy notes online. Searched old interviews, found nothing. Dean doesn’t explain. Remembered reading something vague about him wanting music to feel unstable, like life. Clicked a little. Went back to track 4, “The Narcissist II.” Hear that piano? Gentle, but drowned by a distorted voice ranting nonsense. Wrote in big letters: “PEACE UNDER SIEGE.” Felt right.
Connecting My Own Dots (Probably Wrong)
Had a theory buzzing. What if the “Demon” isn’t some evil thing? What if it’s pressure? Noise? Modern life chewing you up? Those weird sound cuts – interruptions like texts popping off, stress buzzing in your ears. The soulful bits underneath? That’s us trying to find quiet. Trying to feel something real while the world screams. Jotted it down: “Not a horror show. A reality show. Noise versus quiet. Us stuck in the middle.”
Still Confused But Feeling It
Doubt this is what Dean meant. Who knows? But the album hits different now. Hear a siren blast, feel my shoulders tense. Hear that hidden vocal snippet about being “tired,” nod silently. It’s not just sounds; it’s a vibe. A heavy, claustrophobic feeling about scraping by in the chaos. Maybe that’s the “demon.” Maybe it’s just Tuesday. Kept the notebook open next to the speaker today. Still finding new wrinkles.
