Nutrition is telling you ‘These Days Don’t Exist’

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We like to say we called it when we named NUTRITION an artist to watch in 2016. Known for creating sounds that are slightly left of centre, but an all round fantasy for the ears, his latest EP These Days Don’t Exist is definitely something to tune in to.

Weighing in with six tracks, the titles could almost tell stories from your teenage years. ‘Pack Mentality’ starts off sounding like a nature walk, and sounds something like the eerie modern day soundtrack for Picnic at Hanging Rock.

‘Lost’ has something funky about it, allowing you to blissfully do so in the beat and repetitive, but comforting sounds. ‘Dream Walk’ takes you into another realm allowing you to walk along with a loop of what seems like an enchanting voice, encouraging you down even the darkest of paths to discover what is on the other side.

‘Sports’ sounds somewhat like the soundtrack to an adventure themed video game, where you are the hero waiting for the most terrifyingly epic battle to start. ‘Space Odyssey’ is in some ways softer than some of the tracks, allowing for more of an ethereal vibe to take place, although still with a menacing undertone.

Last but not least, the title track ‘These Days Don’t Exist’. It has some summer vibes that sound almost like a distorted horn riff, some video game sounds, it’s basically a culmination of everything Nutrition has created on this EP in one reminder of what days do exist, and to get our there and get grooving!

Nutrition’s music has a distinct sound, that reminds you of something both outer worldy and a little bit old school. It’s something you can just put on and play, no matter what you are doing, but it certainly has its own distinct vibe.

Words by Madeline Kilby

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