Concrete Bloom by Pythagorean

We’ve spent too many hours sifting through the wreckage in those Neutral Territories, pulling apart defunct signals and the echoes of old formulas. What came out of it, what became *Concrete Bloom*, isn't just another set of recordings; it's a map of how things fall apart and then somehow find a way to grow back, wilder and stronger. We started this project thinking about how mathematics could feel unstable, how the rigid beauty of equations could bend and give way to something organic, something alive.

Each piece on this album, for us, was like building a new structure from what was left behind. You hear the pulse of distant comms towers, the shimmer of analog textures against rhythms that just won't stay put. It's all rooted in those prime-numbered sequences and fractal patterns we kept finding, but we weren't just charting frequencies; we were chasing a feeling, that moment when a rigid framework finally cracks open, letting something entirely new burst through.

There’s a track in there, one that really feels like a breakthrough, where the polyrhythms just hit you, pulling you along with this unstoppable energy. It’s a bit of a contradiction, we know – intensely cerebral but also something you can really feel in your bones. That’s the core of it, really. It’s about finding the joy in destruction, the creative spark that fires up when everything you thought was stable just... transforms. We wanted to make music that resonated with that kind of vital energy, the kind you find in a city’s raw, honest fight for renewal.

We recorded this whole thing in places that just *feel* the way the music sounds – abandoned missile silos, forgotten subway tunnels. That natural reverb, it wraps around itself, just like the sound of a city swallowing its own past. It’s more than just an album; it’s our attempt to document the living mathematics of decay and rebirth. We tried to make something that wasn’t just complex for complexity’s sake, but complex because that’s how reality often is, messy and unpredictable, yet with these profound, beautiful underlying currents. It’s a journey, a meditation, and maybe, just maybe, a small testament to the unstoppable creative force that blooms in the face of ruin.

We build songs like equations, layering odd time signatures until they lock into place. Four musicians, no vocals—just guitars that calculate and drums that count in languages only mathematicians dream about. Each track solves itself.