Wednesday, June 20, 2012

FMG - Waiting Period



This new cassette from FMG is the business. A slow soak of majestic texture. Taking the dying breathe of his previous 'Sings the Blues' CDR to pen a requiem in hazy sunshine…The first side, entitled The Willow, starts with some cocoon emerging twilight, it's base drone splashing the aspic in a controlled amp melt of sibilant acids… a lush oscillation attached to sparse guitar eddies... a minimal bleed that seemingly dances on a warp fx horizon, like a daze of dandelion seeds caught in a slow motion spiral…

The miraged guitar on the second side digs deeper... brings to mind Durutti Column or Michael Brook, with it’s masterful display of light sped vapour oozing through your ears... Could have stayed this way and it wouldn't have spoiled a thing, however its quickly overtaken by this Neu type re-imagining that locks you into a delicious repetitive trance… Some really nice hypnotic autobahning notching up the satisfactory stakes even higher, a bassline on which jewelled ringlets of silverfish leap… Those steely refractions like sewing needles bursting through paper blinds, slowly flooding a darkened room in increasing columns of light… finally burning out on the blurring threads of dust caught in their illuminated bars… There are some blissful transgressions going on here that are well worth your attention.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

In Coro



a teaser for the latest èl-g masterpiece that's currently lighting up my head... available now at no=fi recordings

Nurse with Wound and Sunn 0)))

Been waxing lyrical on the merits of seeing Nurse with Wound again over at freq... was an incredible night... having sailed through London trouble free, Mr Olivetti’s knowledge of London’s back alleys ferrying us there in plenty of time, I swear his knowledge could rival that of London’s best black cabbie... even those Sunn 0))) boys out did themselves in the doomic stakes... Sort of regret not picking up that tour only NWW CDR from the merch stall... dream memory it was called... apparently recorded at their recent forum show... but 25 quid for a CDR!!!... a bit too Everest for me, don't they know there's a nasty recession going down...



















Wednesday, June 06, 2012

Daniel Thomas - Delighted in Isolation



This is essentially one continuous piece divided up into individual tracks... each segment possessing a Hafler Trio twilight. A beautiful occultist origami of time spans groaning with oscillatory majestics, rifling deep into your psyche with a chemistry of grainy concretes, tectonic shifts, and funnelling hypnotics… A glimpse into the void, eking at the fact that we're possibly not alone… Starting with a gravel mouthed spectre and sci-fi scoring … then favouring foetal heart strokes bound in vibrating fizz. Muted blizzards of shortwave hovering out on a feedback gyro of tumberfoiled heavy absorption and glorious demolition. The dramatic tensions thrown to treadmill drones, the folding fabrication a hue changing chameleon, stapled and stitched to some misty alien dawn…

This metamorphosis is difficult to describe, the tracks just seem to melt into each other with a minimalist grace. Hard granite shadows appear through the diffusion, a sense of something manifesting in the near distance… in a whirl of ribbons and diluted colours 'Lilith' like, lingering in the mind’s eye, all oscillation racked…. fluctuating fluidity … a mirage of key drones, and drugged up evolutions...

There’s a real radiant smouldering falling through this, mind flurries of some torch lit sanctum, as Munch like reverberations echo from hand held head... Drizzled glass come downs… piercing turns of fortune…. By the sixth movement it’s weather worn… splashes bubbling, a transistical blur of soft metallics and plate like curves. A vastness of meditative concretes, hum rattling and brush washed, appearing from underneath the pan-sonic pulse and sustained goo… Some hallucinatory milk bottling factory chime, let over to a bow caught drone…

Later, the pulse quickens to a flickering vibe eaten up with swarming locusts…. A groove retracting, narrowing on propelled instabilities whilst a propane gasp rips in slow motion, all fibrously modular, full of suggestion and possible destinations...

...Departing on a ten minute breaking dawn lustre, replete with silky transphonics and glowing sentinels beautifully etched in cross wind razor and drone zither moan… There’s certainly a lot to absorb in one sitting and I have a feeling I’ve only scratched the surface