Walter Gross

Just because I won't call it haunted doesn’t mean there aren’t demons inside. 

Walter Gross' piercing, dramatic "Clockwise" pulsates to a rhythm of pure suspense. He lives between shoes dropping. He holds you off a balcony and then slows time down. Each breathe extended like a hand with nothing to hold on to. Or like running on the moon. Or like drowning in ecstasy. Or like a mental health day. Or like today. 

“Clockwise,” a canvas of gorgeously still and yet anxiety-ridden dreams, hard-cuts to a blank, black screen for a mere flash between scenes. My stupid face reflected back at me in that momentary and unexpected abyss: brow-furrowed, eyes tense, for that primal moment an entire monkey universe of attention being paid to a little laptop screen. It was as if the video was looking back at me. Like it could see me too. 

As that sun disappeared behind that ocean of clouds and spectacularly-shot mountaintops, I realized once again Walter Gross had taken me somewhere brilliant. 

"Clockwise" is from the album Gøner by Walter Gross, available via New Los Angeles on cassette and wherever fine digital music is sold.