Brains are a strange thing, aren’t they? All those neurons firing wildly in some sort of chaotic ballet, every thought a hurricane held hostage inside the soft tissue. Bob Saganas, medical doctor by day, stringed sorcerer by night, seems to have plugged himself directly into the grey matter with his latest single, “Grey Matter.” It’s an instrumental journey, but perhaps there’s more said without words than most are capable of expressing in full-on dialogue. You can feel the synapses snap when you dive into these rhythms.
“Grey Matter” doesn’t ask for permission to enter your mind space; it just sort of strolls in like it owns the place. Let’s talk about the guitars. Bob Saganas has this knack for blending math rock precision with unexpected flamenco flickers—two styles that typically aren’t even in the same room, much less engaging in conversation over tapas. An 8-string guitar has never sounded this self-assured, riffing like a manic puzzle piece that somehow just…fits. You can almost picture the brain itself moving with each rhythmic shift, neurons firing like arpeggios across the fretboard.
And then, there’s Achilles Papagrigoriou on drums. He’s not just keeping time; the man is wrestling time into submission. The rhythm could carry this track without any ornamentation, but Saganas layers in bass and synths like strange chemical compounds trying to figure out if they should bond or combust.
The thing about this track? It’s surgical. It could be dissecting the tissue of your thoughts, fracturing your expectations. Inspired by the very organ that ponders its existence, this piece somehow reconfigures concepts of thought and music. Does the brain listen, or does it only process?
Your neurons will ask the question long after the track stops spinning.
