The harshest critic of Parannoulâs music happens to be the person who makes it. Just read the quotes the anonymous Seoul artist posts to their Bandcamp page: âI think these are some kind of magic, that will shine bright for a while and then lights out, like nothing happenedâ; âHe believes he is talentedâ¦his singing skills are fucking awful, and is below average in height and appearance and everything.â Even as theyâve emerged as a figurehead of South Korean indie rock and a leading light in an exploding online shoegaze scene, Parannoul are imagining backlash. Though 2023âs After the Magic upgraded their blown-out, lower-than-lo-fi digital shoegaze with stunning results, Sky Hundred trades that deep blue for scorching redâa loud-as-fuck rock record that would be called âback to basicsâ if Parannoul had ever once sounded like a typical rock band.
In contrast to its lush and collaborative predecessor, Sky Hundred is credited entirely to Parannoul. Guitars strum slightly out of time, drums tumble in imperfect rhythms, and on âìâì âê³ âë°± (Lights Off Repentance),â Parannoul play at approximately twice their typical tempo, working up a folk-punk froth that resembles In the Aeroplane Over the Sea way more than Loveless. Is Parannoul working on MIDI with next-generation humanizer settings or were they able to play all of these analog instruments in isolation? Not that Sky Hundred is exactly organic; the âpianoâ motif on âìê³ (Backwards)â is reminiscent of a Skype ringtone. But whereas previous Parannoul songs added or removed layers, Sky Hundred works in dynamics. The opening â주âë§âë± (A Lot Can Happen)â breathlessly tries to keep up as the tempo shifts to a breakneck IDM beat. Even if the 14-minute centerpiece âEvoke Meâ was spliced together in Pro Tools, the raw elements sound culled from hours of real-time jamming.
For all of its tweaks, Sky Hundred is immediately âParannoul music,â its constituent influences welded together by volume. Shoegaze still has the best claim to an album that uses this much guitar distortion, though in contrast to contemporary gossamer and gauze, Sky Hundred is defined by its presence; the guitars punch rather than soothe and the melodies have the definition of a soda jingle. Though the occasional glimmers of twinkling MIDI guitar that situated To See the Next Part of the Dream in emoâs fifth wave are gone, the spirit of the genre remains in Parannoulâs lyrics, which express countless variations on digital sentimentalism. âEven after everything, I want to believe the feeling lasts foreverâ (â주âë§âë± [A Lot Can Happen]â) or âIn the beautiful world I dreamt of, there is no story of meâ (âíì [Fantasy]â) would be the most potent distillation of Parannoulâs POV if it werenât for the chorus of the aching âí©âê¸âë¹ ê° (Gold River)â: âI remember memories of memories.â