Frunk29

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Drifting Horses

Not Not Fun

Marat Shainsky aka Frunk29’s third album of cyclical six-string fugues for NNF further threads his needle of treated guitar, metronomic rhythm, and slipstream electronics into a 12-track suite inspired by “the free energy of nature:” Drifting Horses. Recorded across 2023 at home, the songs conjure moods of open plains, big skies, and endless journeys, plucked and strummed through webs of kaleidoscopic FX. Patterns ripple and reverberate, lifting into liberated wind swells of melody, gold dust, and drift. There’s an unhurried ease to Shainsky’s style, born of discovery and daily playing, limber navigations with familiar tools, echoing in his head on long forest walks with his dog. Music of vignettes and vistas, glimpses and memories, spilling from the source to somewhere beyond tomorrow.

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Sequentia

Not Not Fun

Paradisal axe master Marat Shainsky returns with a fresh 13-song suite of mantric jangle and coastal guitar instrumentals ripe for a world in need of cool breeze: Sequentia. Bleached bedroom cruisers, faded synth skylines, city pop miniatures, stereo organ bops, and sparkling ambient percolations weave in wide arcs across 53-minutes of refined remote dreaming. Whether wielding electric strings, sequential circuits, or skeletal rhythm boxes, Shainsky’s touch skews effortless and elevated, poised for escape to brighter shores. These are themes of leaving and leisure, of warmer climes and worlds away, suffused with haze, hope, and the great rose-colored unknown.

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The Fifth Season

Not Not Fun

Moscow multi-instrumentalist Marat Shainsky aka Frunk29’s newest opus of bedroom Balearica birthed in a room with a view: trees, rolling hills, and a mountainous, majestic landfill (“It looks like Fujiyama in winter – or how I imagine it”). Stirred by a muse he describes as “magical and foggy,” he began crafting soft-focus fusions of 4th world electronica and sunrise shoegaze with synthesizers, 5-string bass, and a thrifted Phil Pro electric guitar. The Fifth Season floats between warm and wavy, hang gliding above windswept fields and glittering harbors. It’s music of vistas both seen and felt, looming in the distance and hidden in the heart.