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This is the least modern sounding new release of the year. Rick Tomlinson's Voice of the Seven Woods creates druggy, foreign sounding psychedelica that sounds like it was performed 30 years ago in some unknown, possibly mythical, land. The ten pieces exemplify all that is good about the guitar and all that is holy about music.
What impresses me most about Voice of the Seven Woods is the reverence for the guitar as a musical instrument. There is little messing about with feedback, unnatural effects or even amplification; instead the guitar is played masterfully. Tomlinson's fingers must be under an unreal amount of control, the licks and melodies he pulls from his instruments are incredibly detailed but sound completely effortless. While Voice of the Seven Woods would have been almost run of the mill in the late '60s and early '70s, today there are so few guitarists who push the melodic capabilities of their instrument in any meaningful way that an album like this sounds almost alien.
Only "Second Transition" lets the album down in any way; its over reliance on guitar effects sometimes smothers Tomlinson's playing and this number is of a slightly lower quality compared to that of the other pieces. However, this is just one small fly in an exquisite ointment. Every other second of music on this self-titled disc sounds sublime, mixing the kind of exotica that the Sun City Girls would murder for with a western sheen, most excitingly realised with the funk/folk trip of "The Fire in My Head." Later on with "Return From Byzantium," Tomlinson summons up the ghosts of Can's most blissed out moments to produce one of the album's most exhilarating segments.
Previous experiences of Voice of the Seven Woods in both recorded and live capacities have been patchy at best but with this release I am well and truly converted. My jaw hit the floor from the get go and only when the drool was forming an unsightly pool could I manage to close my mouth again. Granted that there is absolutely nothing here that is new or forward-thinking but thinking like that misses the point of this music entirely, it is a refinement both musically and emotionally of a fine art.
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Robert Pollard's Circus Devils are back with their fifth album and I cannot say it does much for me. There is some solid rock on this disc but ham-fisted lyrics and a few too many guitar clichés make the album tough to listen to more than a couple of times. For every good piece of music there is a set of accompanying lyrics that completely alienate the listener. I have a strong sense that more thought was put into making incomprehensible lyrics than making fully-formed songs in any shape or form.
On "Summer is Set" Pollard sings of an "avalanche of mumbo-jumbo" and this just about sums up the album. The lyrics remind me a lot of Buzz Osbourne's of the Melvins and Les Claypool's of Primus: weird in a very American way; an unhealthy obsession with B-Movie sci fi and odd phrases seemingly included in order to rhyme with other odd phrases. Unlike the Melvins (or to a lesser extent Primus), Circus Devils never manage to blend the surreal with the tangible. The music is too easy going; there is no bridge between the oddities of Pollard's vocals and the mundane garage band rock. There is no indication whether Pollard intends his lyrics to be humorous or serious. Even if they are meant to be funny, the joke is lost on me. As a result, the vocals sound silly and detract from the listening experience.
Credit where it is due, Sgt. Disco is not always a chore to listen to. Some of the music does break out from its generic guitar band aesthetic and develops a little bit of edge. Even the lyrics of "In Madonna's Gazebo" cannot take away from the savage guitar playing that cuts all the way through the song. One of the few songs that manages to be good both musically and lyrically is "The Constable's Headscape," which comes closest to sounding like the militaristic disco of the album's title. Aside from this and a handful of other good songs, Sgt. Disco is unfortunately bereft of much excitement.
I found it very hard to listen to this album more than a few times to review. There are so many songs (32!) on this album that I feel like it should be winding down when it is only a third of the way through. I have a feeling that this fatigue is another factor in Sgt. Disco's complete failure to engage me. If the album was chopped down to a more sensible number of tracks then I feel it might work better but as it is, it is much too long to waste time trying to appreciate.
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Alongside D'arcangelo's recent Eksel, this eagerly awaited new album from the well-regarded producer has rekindled my appreciation and even my passion for chin-scratching, toe-tapping IDM.
Darrell Fitton's music has always exuded an affective, pastoral beauty betwixt his skittery rhythms, somewhat akin to the work of the comparatively over-hyped Boards of Canada. It might seem somewhat vexing to operate in the exquisite shadow of an act that has achieved such an uneven level of attention despite the fact that their breakthrough records both appeared within the same year. Yet throughout the past decade, Fitton has persevered with roughly twice the output of his pseudo-cabalistic Scottish peers, maintaining as well as growing a passionate fan base that relishes said output. His continued partnership with Skam has arguably kept that label from fading into the shadows like so many others that peaked in the mid-to-late 90s. Kroungrine, his latest full-length for the imprint, shows the artist undeterred in executing his creative vision and disinterested in callous trend hopping.
"Zoft Broiled Ed" kicks off this album of mutant hip-hop with subcutaneous bleeps and caustic percussive hits. The kick-snare combo of "Noop" slams deep into the guts of the genre with an intensity that is markedly strengthened by its soothing pads and digesting bass groans. The instant classic "Waknuts" slowly builds a plodding old-school rhythm around a misleadingly simple tonal melody, building on and subtracting from the mix at all the right moments. Fitton lets his sense of humor seep into his material, as on the cheekily named "Halylooya," containing video game loops, celestial lacquer, and an enigmatic vocal sample that conspicuously straddles a not-so-fine line between the divine and the impious. His minor blasphemy is easily forgivable when followed up by the warbling sonics of "Urenforpuren" and the razor-sharp rhythms of "Phulcra." The pensive and penultimate "Rainslaight" marries a timeless tenderness with its gurgling contrivances, while the protracted closer "Diamortem" consumes itself in an ambience that attempts a balance between darkness and light, admittedly leaning towards the former, as it morphs elegantly and cinematically through its fifteen minute duration.
Euphemistically speaking, Kroungrine is like ear candy for urban somnambulists, a mesmerizing confection of enchantingly hazy atmospheres and deep brooding beats. This estimable album has so much to explore that repeat listens yield previously unacknowledged textures and layers that lie veiled in a subtlety worth unraveling. For those seeking relief from the noise in their everyday lives, but don't wish to be bored in the process, Bola's latest effort may prove to alleviate, entertain, and, perhaps, comfortably discomfort.
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A cross-generational collaboration between these two giants of the world of esoteric sound manifests itself exactly as would be imagined, and for the listener who is willing to give it the close attention it requires, there are great rewards.
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The murky artwork of this disc is a perfect metaphor for the contents, it is a hazy miasma of lo-fi electronic distortion, random sounds, hidden organic instrumentation, and bleak noisescapes.
Consisting only of two tracks that clock in together at about 30 minutes, it's a slow, bleat descent for the listener. The duo of GMS and Pete Swanson recorded this disc live, but the attention to detail would fool anyone into thinking that it was a more premeditated set of multitracked recordings, but no, they're live improvisations.
The opening electronic buzz, clicking loops and distant strings of "Descent 1" are the audio manifestation of the cover art: dark black and muted shades of gray with no light seeping in. The feeling of depressed restraint continues as a hint of feedback comes in here and there, and a few actual recognizable guitar notes as well. Then noise bursts start showing up, which eventually grow to dominate the mix that, even with the audible guitar playing, becomes a slab of pure noise and feedback for the remainder of the track.
"Descent 2" has the same feel, ominous electronic buzzing textures cast a dark shadow over the entire 17 minute span of the piece, but end up in contention throughout with a harsh noise side with no clear winner, though the track feels restrained throughout, like something seething at the bottom just waiting to spring forward, but never quite does. The enduring buzzsaw drone is the constant throughout though, and once again a bit of obvious, untreated guitar, rears its head.
As a whole, this album has a depressed, muted feel. There are hints of surly, angry electronics that occasionally pop up in the traditional harsh noise sense, but as a whole things stay restrained throughout, a fog of lo-fi noise textures an occasional bits of obvious instrumentation. It's not a noise disc to head bang or faux mosh to…I get a distinct feeling that it would go great with a dose of recreational painkillers, though I can't encourage the listeners to test that theory.
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A full year after the release of Melody Mountain, a holistically flawed but nonetheless bewitching covers record, this entrancing chanteuse apprehensively steps a little closer to the spotlight's glare with this consummate work of understated, rare beauty.
I was completely caught off guard when, after impulsively purchasing it on the basis of a glowing description displayed in a local record store, I first heard List of Lights and Buoys, the debut album from Susanna and the Magical Orchestra. Coming from a childhood full of positive exposure to powerful yet innately fragile female songwriters like Joan Baez and Joni Mitchell, I found myself mesmerized by the captivating voice of Susanna Karolina Wallumrød. Whether pleading over the dulcimer melody on an impassioned version of Dolly Parton's "Jolene" or elegantly dazzling on the breathtaking "Turn The Pages," I felt disoriented and enamored all at once, like experiencing love for the first time all over again. Last year's follow-up to that untouchable masterpiece, unfortunately, didn't tug at the old heartstrings in the same way, largely a complication arising from its experimental karaoke-like approach. Listening to Susanna siren her way through well worn Depeche Mode and Joy Division singles, I longed for a return to the sheer honesty of the project's original material. Melody Mountain seemed almost like a diversion, a parochially cruel one at that, which makes the empyreal Sonata Mix Dwarf Cosmos all the more amazing.
For this album, her first solo showcase, Susanna doesn't veer very far from the restrained expressions of melancholia prevalent in her work with Morten Qvenild in the Magical Orchestra. While still lean on instrumentation, the production, however, percolates potent warmth in contrast with Qvenvild's otherwise alien tendencies and frequencies. Though we are left to wonder what this alluring Nordic goddess would sound like with a fuller band behind her, her collaborators do an excellent job of adding their touches to her mesmeric compositions, to which she also contributes piano and guitar. Devoted Rune Grammofon and Norwegian music aficionados will recognize many of these guests, which include album producer Helge Sten of Deathprod and Supersilent acclaim, Ola Fløttum of The White Birch, and Scorch Trio bassist Ingebrigt Håker Flaten, as well as Susanna's own jazz pianist brother, Christian. Qvenild also lends his hand to two of the tracks here, but as with most singer-songwriter albums, the session musicians deferentially and by default take a figuratively diminished role, with the vocalist serving as proverbial focal point gloriously exposed to the judging and often jaded ears of hopeful listeners and curious critics alike.
Susanna has nothing to worry about from that latter category, as only the coldest of cold hearts could resist her pensive and, at times, plaintive songs of love and distance. Though a reasonable criticism of an overshadowing uniformity could be made, such analysis seems pedagogically crass in the face of such wistful soul-baring cuts as "Intruder" and the penetrating "Hangout." Perhaps dangerously close to the edge, Susanna never allows her voice to tremble on the precious "Lily," a moving tribute that extends the high end of her already admirable vocal range. "Better Days" adds a bit of country twang to the mix, courtesy of Bigbang's Øystein Greni, while the agonizing and emotional piano tune "For You" could just as easily been shouted instead of sung. "People Living," the closest thing to a proper single found here, features deep, plucked guitar in its chorus of sparse chords and her constant questioning.
With the three albums under her belt, any derisive or complimentary comparisons to that eccentric Scandinavian Bjork should have all but evaporated, as Susanna has categorically transcended such lazy posturing and blossomed into a full-fledged artist in her own right, unmatched by the current crop of radio-ready sensitive gals. Sonata Mix Dwarf Cosmos surely puts that nonsense to rest with each consecutive intoxicating nuance of these soft lullabies for the disquiet soul.
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Beginning as an open collaboration project by Chartier to work with other artists in manipulating is Postfabricated album for its reissue in 2003,Tietchens continued to work with this source material and eventually approached Chartier to work together on it as a formal collaboration, hence this single, 51 minute piece, "Fabrication." In addition to the album, Die Stadt has seen fit to include Prefabrication, a second disc of the full material Tietchens reworked for the original Postfabrication project as well, which is similar in approach, but stands alone.
The piece opens, unsurprisingly, in near silence. Eventually subtle swells of glacial tones being to appear faintly in the mix, then ringing chimes and what could almost be a cello somewhere off in the distance. The austerity of the work makes for some interesting side effects: As I am writing this review now and listening yet again in a moderately busy café, I am catching myself rewinding the track to see if that was a little bit I had missed before, or just someone's cell phone a few tables over. I'm batting about .500 on that, so it is an interesting effect to say the least.
"Drift" would be an excellent single word summation of this work, because there's a sense of sounds just floating in a vacuum on their own inertia, something simple that continues on and on with subtle variation. Once in awhile a more recognizable sound rears its head, a buried digital click, glitch sounds that could be crickets or part of a field recording of a different universe.
The 11 tracks that make up Prefabrication are more in line with Richard Chartier's solo work than the strict minimalism of Fabrication. Throughout the pieces a sense of traditional rhythm is frequently found, but painted from a pallet of quiet clicks, skipping CDs, and data errors. Most normal people would not be able to dance to it, but the patterns are obvious and clear. The non-rhythmic tracks also have their own character as well, the digital water-fall sensations of the fourth track, and the shrill, tinnitus inflicting tones of the ninth track stand out especially.
No one would expect this sort of collaboration to have a major crossover appeal, and I doubt either artist had such motivations in their heads when they began to work on this collaboration. But regardless of that, Tietchens and Chartier have made another wonderfully complex electronic work that is sure to be a high point in both of their discographies for a while to come.
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This album was a hard one to get, but when I did, I was blown away. It is dense and flowery: a striking transistion from Caribou's earlier style, but still definitley sounds like Caribou. Andorra is a big move forward for Dan Snaith.
I recently caught a documentary on VH1 on the making of Phil Collins' fist solo album, Face Value. There was one scene where Collins and an engineer were sitting at the mixing board pulling apart the tracks of Phil's cover of The Beatles' "Tomorrow Never Knows" revealing layers of backwards violin tracks, some pulled from other songs on the album, hints of other melodies floating into the final mix of the song. Andorra sounds like Caribou's Dan Snaith was given access to the master tapes some of those opulent multi-track classic rock albums and allowed to pick and choose the most surreal elements to build his songs out of. There are ghostly melodies hinting at other songs here and there, but with Snaith's focused, dense layering of sound and his new addition of beautiful multi-part vocals, Andorra sounds more like a lost Elephant Six album than anything else in the Caribou back catalog.
From the album's opening, "Melody Day," we're hit with a 4/4 beat, light guitars and pianos. This light psychedelic pop is far from the cherubic and ecstatic post-techno Snaith started out with, but at the same time, it is a logical extension and conclusion of his oeuvre. The next track, "Sandy," pushes this new approach to '70s psych-lite vocal pop. It is simply arranged with the drums and a high register bass line up front, and the synths and electronics pushed to the back of the mix, and capped with a heavy vocal melody. And damn that chorus, I don't think The Mammas and The Papas could have ever sounded this good.
It's not until the third song, "After Hours," that that Snaith gets back to his familiar syncopated, polyrhythmic style that made Milk of Human Kindness so powerful. But as the song progresses, that intense drum attack is traded in for softer airs. The drums are heavy and up front in the mix, but serve more to pull the listener in to subtler guitar and synthesizer work. If I were still a college radio DJ, this would definitely be the track I would pick as a single to play, but I know that more people are going to gravitate to the lusher vocal styling this album has to offer. Caribou is shifting from being a "player's" band and becoming a "songwriter's" band.
Snaith has grown out and away from his isolationist beginnings, where he made music in his rural Canadian home and is blossoming into a fantastic song writer. The album is dense and a drastic transition even from what …Human Kindness was two years ago. I thought of myself as a Caribou fan, and found this CD hard to absorb. It takes a while, but it is immensely rewarding after several listens.
Andorra is a rare kind of album. It is intricately assembled, the songs move through their own climaxes and denouements like a play. Snaith has arranged the songs as to compliment each other and display their strenghts in shared themes. A lesser artist attempting such a bold album as this might have failed in the ordering of songs. Snaith dosen't let the best material pile up on one half of the album, nor does he lump all the more divergent material together. He built Andorra up slowly, teased us with what was coming, and at the end, leveled the room with an insurmountable expression of beauty and joy.
The album opens beautifully and strikingly, Snaith showcases his voice and a new found love of pop sensibility. The middle dives deeper into '60s pop, sounding as golden and bright as any imaginary summer afternoon could be, and all the while still sounding like Caribou. "Eli" stands out in this bunch with a heavy one string guitar riff and a children's choir, it may be the most shocking song on the album. It is so far from anything I'd imagine Caribou to come up with and so deep into the vaults of classic American pop. As immediately divergent as the first two thirds of the album sounds, Andorra's closing is a refreshed return to form, "Sundialing," sounding the most like earlier Caribou out of all the songs, "Irene," a soft ballad with a cool, bubbly vibe and wispy drum machine, and the closer, "Niobe," is just mind blowing: nine minutes of intense building and release. As most of the CD explored earthy California psychedelia, "Niobe" is a launch into space. It is the most minimal song on the disc: drums fading in and out, fills punctuating the song, marking out points for the dense layers of electronics to shift, start and stop. Where most of the album focused heavily on the vocals, "Niobe" shifts away from the pop harmonies to subtler repetitions of a few lines shifting in and out of the mix. "Niobe" closes this daring and adventurous album with what might be the best song of Dan Snaith's career.
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Here is a man at the absolute cutting edge of Highland bagpipes. His pioneering work with the traditional Scottish instrument will appeal to both fans of academic / avant garde experimentalism as well as sonic explorers of noise / drone who could also get a buzz from this. His approach to the instrument is completely unconventional, highly original and relentlessly inventive. It creates an almost meditative atmosphere that resonates around the skull and transports me into tartan space.
Track 4 has a consistent drone sound while layers of bagpipes weave a magical state of sonic bliss. Long, drawn out, magical bagpipe tones which are perfect for late night headphone immersion. It is real joy to these ears (perhaps it connects with my Scottish heritage) and highly recommended. It's a genuine thrill to listen to something so unique both in its ideas and delivery.
The second disc in this 2 CD set comprises of eight untitled pieces of music for acoustic and electric guitars. Because of the diffence in his choice of tools the sound is clearly different yet Watson's approach to the composition is, in many ways similar. Using an original cassette recording from 1987 as the foundation of these pieces he uses recordings from eight years later to create a wide spectrum of sonic feelings which range from a sinister, un-nerving feeling. slightly melancholy at times and almost euphoric at others. The beauty is in the simplicity of each individual parts excecution, however as various layers are overlaid the sound becomes more rich and complex. There are small intricate parts along with subtle effects and drones balanced very low in the mix whilst at the fore are gorgeous improvised acoustic guitar parts that hint at Derek Bailey, Richard Bishop, Jim O'Rourke or possibly even James Blackshaw on the occasional moment. Watson has created a genuinely interesting and emotionally captivating set of tracks, full of warmth, personality and unorthadox dynamics.
Although the second disc (Sinister) is a rewarding listen, it is the first (Dexter) that stands out and grabs the ears attention, simply beacuse it is difficult to access releases by anyone experimenting with bagpipes in this way. It makes for an ultra fresh approach to an almost forgotton instrument. It is marvelous stuff.
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The Jesu side is a bit hit and miss. There are some fantastic moments on this LP by Broadrick that further reinforce his current reputation for being Mr. Shoegaze for the new millennium such as "Farewell," a lush pop song: waves of synth lapping against a throbbing bass line, all the while Broadrick sings with a detached monotony. However, the other two songs, "Blind & Faithless" and "Why Are We Not Perfect?," are good but more like off cuts from the other Jesu releases. The music is pleasant but for me it is all a little too Jesu-by-numbers.
The Eluvium side contains a single, lengthy piece by the name of "Time-Travel of the Sloth" and is divided into three parts (although it's hard to decide where one part ends and another begins). The music is slow and hangs in the air, pregnant with anticipation. It is droney and indistinct plus it is hard to tell what instruments are being used. The sound warbles like it was recorded onto tape decades ago and is only being unearthed now. The piece climaxes with a surge of power; it sounds like a jet taking off (or a sloth ripping through the space-time continuum).
There seems to be another rake of Jesu releases planned for later in the year and hopefully the slightly dull songs from this LP are not an indication of how they will sound. I have enjoyed Jesu so much up until now that I am confident Broadrick will deliver the goods but this release has cast some doubts into my mind. As for Eluvium, this is definitely one of the best things I have heard from Cooper, it is too bad it was not included on the recent album Copia but the epic piece might lose something when shoved into the middle of an album. So while this split LP is not entirely indicative of both artists, it certainly is worth a listen for fans of either outfit.
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