This is a recent(ish) collection of sonic experiments and beautiful guitar led miniatures from Deej Dhariwal of Thoughtforms fame... In contrast to those explosive colours, this solo outing has a quiet serenity and subtle otherworldly quality… Something that haunts you well after the discs 56mins have expired.
Right from the offset, the séance whistling drones of Pacific Ghosts grabs your attention, their eerie beauty creating Enochian feathers in the inner ear, bathed in atmospheric rumble and bubbling silhouettes of oceanic horses. Those extended shifting tones …the odd flecks of apparitional strum…The sleeve notes state – thank you Pacific wind for playing my guitar – and this track just goes to show that nature is the greatest of improvisers…
Bouncing - is a short palette cleanser, a keyboard wash with nattering post echo dust, sparsely spaced then dronically ironed flat in herald of the next track.
Heavy Noah is a silky delight, an optimistic light shot through with a slightly lamentful slant. A copperplate lullaby of strings bespeckled in precious stones, catching the downward drift. A circular motion, all luminous, underpinned in places with a meaty bass foundation. The tune wavers around in differing phases full of glockenspiel highlights, ending in a rococo of looped decay bringing on those spectral shivers...
Utape – is a short tape manipulation piece of swith-o-tronics, full of cat retching, hyperactive chew, spin, and rickety nuances that quickly fall headlong into Zombie. Here those spacey signatures of Noah’s sign-out, flutter around in a dark n dusty setting... a Labradfordesque eeriness curling the edges, as extra submerged textures float around. Itchy slivers, valves twitching then opening out to a gorgeously blunt strummed whisper of a song, that grabs you unawares, the vocals seemingly coming from under the floorboards… only to be quickly snatched away in a vinyl click n skip.
Crusty eyes, comes across like an early morning, Angus MacLise chime devotion. Muffled conversations background flung by gushes of bamboo clatter and the trickle of bells, all trapped in the constant scuffle of tape noise. Everything has a horizontal almost accidental air, as if it mystically composed itself...
Autumn Fields is another radiant guitar sketch, this time filled with corn trapped colours, a sway with solar shadows and flexible shapes - a sound you could easily just lay back in and watch the world pass by.
The album ends neatly the way it began…with a Pacific wind reprise... this time featuring more loose strums and stray strings, mingled in with those aeolian smears... you can almost taste that salty air...
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