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Celan
Music, but not as we know it
On this, his second album for Kranky, Gregg Kowalsky documents a full-length studio incarnation of the Tape Chants compositions and live installations that have been the focus of his work since shifting away from the digital realm following 2006's 'Through The Cardinal Window'. Using cassette players, tape loops, analogue synths, sine-wave oscillators and various acoustic instruments and sound sources he constructs a series of long, slowly-shifting drone pieces, with the warm ambient analogue fuzz underlayed with subtle rhythmic textures and amniotic pulses to create a beautiful lost-in-time other-world drift.
From the very first minutes of this, Crystal Antlers' debut full-length (following last year's 25 minute long EP), when a short instrumental introduction pitches pounding rhythms against relentless organ riffs and howling guitar soloing, before giving way, with barely a pause, to the full raw-voiced rush of 'Dust', it is clear that the band's ferocious energy is in full flow. Recorded and mixed on old-school analogue tape over the course of a single feverish week, the raw immediacy of Crystal Antlers' sound positively burns from the speakers as they blast through 13 tracks of psychedelic organ-drenched garage rock fuzz. With a host of breathless raw vocal howls, breakneck bass and percussion propulsion, screeching guitar soloing straight for the stars and melodic organ whirl, there's barely a moments rest until we reach the prog-psych closer 'Several Tongues' which brings a epic blow-out finish to the rich vitality of this gloriously exhausting debut.
With this being their third fully-realised album for the Jagjaguwar label, it would be a mistake to call Pink Mountaintops a side-project, though it is Stephen McBean's other music endeavour, the similarly named Black Mountain, who have gained more of a prominence and following in the last few years, even with just two albums behind them. As the leader, primary songwriter, guitarist and vocalist of both groups, it is rather that McBean uses the two alter-egos to express different parts of his musical visions. While Black Mountain offer up classic psychedelic-tinged heavy rock, Pink Mountaintops take a more epic pop direction, with a barrage of musicians lending their skills to this record, including Destroyer's Ted Bois on piano and organ, Godspeed You! Black Emperor's Sophie Trudeau on a multitude of instruments and voice and Jesse Sykes and many others on various vocal and instrumental duties. With such a plethora of collaborators involved and McBean's classic catchy song-writing, it is no surprise that 'Outside Love' has the lush orchestral pop/rock feel that it does, with soaring vocal choruses and melodic layers of guitar, organ and piano playing a strong role and a vast Americana, classic country-rock sensibility pervading the album. Maybe, with the strength of 'Outside Love', this could be the year that the Pink overtakes the Black for Stephen McBean.
While Deerhunter might almost unanimously be thought of and acclaimed as pretty much the sole product of main man Bradford Cox, this first solo album from the band's guitarist Lockett Pundt gives many a hint that there could be more than one master of pop psychedelia at work in the Deerhunter camp. Operating under the Lotus Plaza alias, Pundt has created a wonderful 10 track, near-perfect 45 minute collection of multi-layered dream-pop beauty. With deep, reverb-soaked washes of guitar and synth and dreamy vocal echoes drifting through the spacious instrumental textures, this is a luscious, hazy, summer afternoon of a record, perfect for long journeys laid out on the grass going nowhere, with the setting sun burning warmly through your eyelids. Striking the balance between the ambience of Bradford Cox's solo Atlas Sound recordings and the more full-on shoegaze rock of Deerhunter, 'The Floodlight Collective' tackles both sides of this divide, moving from the catchy harmonic pop swirls of "Red Oak Way" and "Quicksand", through the soaring shoegaze of "What Grows?", complete with endless echoes of deeply-buried vocal reverb, to the kraut-psych synths of "Antoine" and the album's title track. With such consistently rich greatness coming from the Deerhunter camp, Lotus Plaza's "The Floodlight Collective" is yet more evidence that whatever it is they're putting in the water down in Atlanta, Georgia, it certainly seems to be doing the trick.
Rocket Recordings, the Bristol-based home to all kinds of heavy psychedelic guitar antics, kicks off a new series of split vinyl LPs with this suitably fuzz and feedback-drenched double-sider, pitching New York's White Hills against Bristolian home crew The Heads. True to form, both bands offer up 20-odd minutes of head-nodding, effects-laden spacerock jams. Things begin as they mean to go on, with the White Hills' 'I Will Find Peace Of Mind' fading in medias res from pealing feedback into a slowly unfolding, deliciously stoned groove, topped with distant, echoey Spacemen 3-esque vocals and a fuzz of psychedelic guitar soloing. After a brief street-recording respite, we hit the flip side, where The Heads' even more epic 'Camden Brain Slurry' blasts off on a particularly monstrous cosmic voyage. Their decidedly heavier instrumental maelstrom throws pummelling drum and bass blasts and eventual krautrock repetitions into walls of rocket-ship guitar, everything screeching and screaming to blistering feedback crescendos, creating a gloriously heady mind-expanding sonic trip.
I remember when I first saw (and heard) Mono, on their very first visit to the UK, back in 2003 supporting Kinski in the basement of Nice N Sleazy. In the aftermath of their blistering set I recall that my relatively naive take on them was that they were the band that could out-Mogwai even Mogwai themselves, with their ferocious, ultra-serious, highly-toned take on the quiet-loud post rock dynamic. While I'm sure that many detractors would see this a pithily accurate dismissal of what they do (and perhaps of the whole post rock 'thing' in general) I think that over the intervening 6 years Mono have proved themselves, by dint of sheer effort and hard-work alone, if nothing else, to be far beyond this initial misguided comparison. This, the band's 5th album proper, is released in their 10th anniversary year, an event that will be celebrated in New York in May with a pair of special anniversary concerts where the 4-piece Tokyo band are to be accompanied live by a full 23-piece orchestra. As befits such a celebration, 'Hymn To The Immortal Wind' is by far Mono's grandest and most epic achievement to date, a towering realisation of the band's musical vision and the last decade's relentless touring and development. As with their two previous albums, 'Hymn To The Immortal Wind' was recorded and produced by the band's long-time friend and collaborator Steve Albini, and his touch can be felt in the intimate live capture of even such a massive musical group. Enlisting the help of the aforementioned full-size orchestra, Mono have pushed their already massive, dynamic sound further than ever before, with soaring tremulous guitar lines multi-layered over huge classical orchestration, full of yearning heart-breaking strings and the ever-present feel of a melancholy slowly crescendoing soundtrack to the end of the world. Whilst none of these post-rock tropes (or, for the less forgiving, clichés) may be new, Mono's dedication and self-belief and their sheer vision and strength as epic instrumental composers and musicians carries them way beyond the clutches of their lesser peers, with a vast heart-felt and unsurpassed epic of an album that cements their place at the pinnacle of the post-rock canon.
Hailing from Kongsberg in southern Norway, Hanne Hukkelberg displays some of the same kinds of vocal and musical idiosyncrasies that make Björk, Stina Nordenstein, or Joanna Newsom such singular and often divisive talents. 'Blood From A Stone' is Hukkelberg's third album and in contrast with its 2007 predecessor 'Rykestrasse 68', which was conceived and created in an ever bustling Berlin, 'Blood From A Stone' was written during a seven month retreat in a tiny coastal village on the island of Senja in the far north of Norway. Perhaps unexpectedly, this quiet conception has led to a noisier, more energetic pop album, full of epic soaring tunes and glorious melodic soundscapes, but with more than a hint of perfect other-worldly darkness and mystery to it. Fashioned in a uniquely rocking way from all kinds of unusual instrumentation and field-recordings, ranging from school desks, train doors, seagulls' calls and a host of household appliances and utensils, the album works its magic with layers of rhythm and sound, with Hukkelberg forming her often subtly dark and ominous, yet always beautifully soaring songs from deep wells of percussion, guitar, mysterious, mystical noise and multi-layered vocalisations and singing. From the slowly building opening strains of "Midnight Sun Dream" to the climactic epic grandeur of Norwegian-sung album closer "Bygd Gone By", 'Blood From A Stone' is an utterly enthralling and singularly beautiful accomplishment.
According to the notes printed inside the typically sumptuous heavy card-stock packaging for this, the Constellation label's first ever DVD release, "Evening's Civil Twilight" is a scientific term for the precise time when sunset gives way to night. But here, over the course of 100 grainy impressionistic minutes, the phrase is applied instead to passing empires, both historic and contemporary, as this multi-layered film from directorJem Cohen, with live musical accompaniment from a host of Constellation luminaries, meditates on the parallels between the decline of the 19th century Austro-Hungarian empire and the putative twilight of the current American one. The DVD documents the performance at the 2007 Vienna International Film Festival ofJem Cohen's multi-media work, inspired by Austrian author Joseph Roth's epic inter-war novel "The Radetsky March", a long-standing favourite of Efrim Menuck, Silver Mt. Zion's de facto head honcho, who originally passed the book on to the director. In front of a giant screen projection of Cohen's grainy, half-lit, black and white images, culled from archive footage of the Habsburg era and WWI and shot on atmospheric 16mm film in contemporary Brooklyn and Vienna, a massed musical ensemble, collecting together members of Silver Mt. Zion (née Godspeed You! Black Emperor) along with singer-songwriter Vic Chesnutt, Guy Picciotto of Fugazi and Brooklyn duo The Quavers, provides a loosely orchestrated soundtrack to these socio-political musings. As the camera roves from the projection screen showing of Cohen's film, via long-shots of the stage and audience, to intimate close-ups of the musicians at work, they play a variety of pieces, ranging from the improvised textual abstractions that begin the performance, through impassioned full-blown ensemble reinterpretations of Vic Chesnutt's heartfelt songs and The Quavers' extended field-recording paean to their Brooklyn hometown, to the final storming blow-out rendition of Richard Strauss' "Radetsky March" that finishes the show. While the abstract, meditative nature of Cohen's film may be difficult to convey on the small home screen, this DVD certainly does its best to capture the full context of the Viennese performance, interweaving the projected images with the musical accompaniment, which, with some wonderfully passionate and superbly realised high-points, is undoubtedly the strongest aspect of the show.
'Secular Works' is an immediately confusing and disarming proposition. From the very first strains of album opener 'Blackmail Blues' it melds both the old and the new, taking musical worlds that on the face of it don't mesh at all and making something unsettlingly and oddly wonderful out of them. Extra Life is a project formed in 2007 in New York by vocalist/guitarist/composer Charlie Looker of Zs and this, the group's debut album, which was originally released in 2008 on Planaria Recordings to a healthy slew of similarly confounded and strugglingly expressed adulation, is to now receive its first full European release via LoAF recordings. The most immediately striking aspect of 'Secular Works' is Charlie Looker's vocal deliveries, which take the forefront of much of the band's sound. He sings in a odd flat, but soaring, voice, in the style of religious monkish chanting, and, when combined with the repetitive, at times raga-ish, structures often played out on the album, this gives the whole thing a very much devotional feel, as oppositionally alluded to by the album title. The real strength of the album comes from marrying this potentially anachronistic strongly medieval vocal and instrumental feel with complex progressive musical structures - the music is full of stabbing, staccato bursts of noise and rhythm, time changes abound, ambient raga drones appear, to be broken through with sudden explosions of gloriously tight full-band percussion where drums, bass, guitar, voice and various other instruments sound as one attention-grabbing blast. For something so complex and so potentially strange and difficult a listen, Extra Life's 'Secular Works' is also oddly accessible and appealing, it's individuality and complexities drawing the adventurous listener back and deeper each time to discover more in its dense, rich sounds.
'Spring Tides' is the second full-length album from Swedish four-piece Jeniferever, who previously released a string of CD and vinyl EP's prior to their soon-to-be-reissued 2006 debut album 'Choose A Bright Morning'. On this sophomore effort they hone a luscious epic sound, paying a heavy debt to 80's dream-pop, shoegaze and, in particular, the Cure's dark indie-rock stylings, and combining it with modern post-rock's soaring dynamics and orchestral and ambient undertones. Musically, although it breaks no barriers, it's more than pretty and the tropes of crescendoing multi-layered tremolo guitars over dreamy synth washes are beautifully done. Although they're perhaps a deliberate attempt to further the drifting dream-like atmosphere, the hushed, breathy vocals unfortunately set off too many epic indie emo alarm bells, with their constantly edge-of-tears wavering, pushing the potentially grand into sentimentally grandiose territory.