While passing from poorly lit hallway to poorly lit loft, a bong is thrust into my hand before “hello” even crosses my mind. I’ve entered into the cave that is the mind of Adam Pruss (Flowers for Reagan), into a world that I’ve accepted is beyond my comprehension, a world where my ear drums will surely be assaulted, a world where holding on is your best bet.
Before Gold Panda, before Four Tet, before the extreme rise in popularity that the soft-core-drone scene saw, there was but one native New Yorker writing the earliest pages of the genre’s history. Flowers for Reagan, pre-reinvention, put forth Reaganomics in 2007, an album that was simply too far ahead of its time. It existed only in CD format, and as a limited run, but more interestingly, some of the tracks have been hidden within one of the latest FFR releases. These days, Pruss can be found making far less stable music under the Flowers name. In fact, to most locals, the name immediately elicits thoughts of complete audio chaos. However, there is some sort of solace in his early work, as if to suggest that Pruss has already been where we are, has already become more numb that the most jaded city soul and is on to the next one.