Two separate albums (one gold vinyl, one silver) detail one night of recording by two fiercely experimental guitarists, and their effects. The guitars work mainly as a distinct pair, whereby one sets a drone in action and the other delicately plays around the set atmosphere. Death, unsurprisingly - given its title, is by far the darker of the two albums - setting the scene of the desert as a foreboding place, that the ensuing journey will not be a happy one. Halfway through 'Furnace' (track 2 side one) a glimmer of light appears in the form of a soaring tone and you feel that it wont all necessarily end in tears. 'Salt' (the whole of side 2) begins with the lighter tone that 'Furnace' ended with and takes you on a long slow trip into a gentle hypnotic state before transforming, in the final few minutes, into a disturbing sound of dread. And then it fades out. The silver album ('Valley') begins with the side long 'Dunes' and an altogether more pleasant atmosphere. Like the sunrise, the track begins with a flicker before gradually brightening the whole scene. By far the most beautiful of all the tracks on the two albums, 'Dunes' unfolds into a symphony of restraint and subtlety - giving an impression of the two musicians in gentle contemplation creating something very special. Thankfully, the track never darkens and the mood is carried over to the final side. 'Creek' begins at a similar pace and sounds like it is going to build into something big - in the manner of something like GYBE's 'East Hastings'. Simply played - and with more reliance on notes than drones; 'Creek' uses this simplicity to mesmerising effect, looping and gently building on itself until it reaches its own mini crescendo which is very mini indeed. 'Flats' - the final track on these fine albums, is the positive ending that we all hoped for at the close of the first album. Drifting along with effects shimmering the notes, like the titular flats shimmering in the morning heat, the piece makes you feel alive again and ready for whatever the day will bring. Even if that 'whatever' is darkness personified. Apparently the music here was all recorded in a state of improvised exhaustion and maybe that is why some of these tracks are so emotionally effective - that they were originally produced from deep down in the recesses of the musician's tired minds. |
Apparently, I buy too many records
My wife Helen, like every other woman i've ever lived with, believes that I buy too many records.
Which, as every record-buying man knows, is a ridiculous belief.
I will concede, however, that I do indeed buy a lot of records and that I don't afford them the same amount of listens and attention that I did 20 or 30 years ago.
To this end, I have decided to blog about the records that I buy, in order to help my appreciation of them - and perhaps to show Helen that I don't buy that many records after all.
Because i'm crap with deadlines the blog posts will be sporadic and probably be about a month or 2 behind but that's just the way i am! The posts will not necessarily be actual reviews (most likely comments, at best) and will generally be pretty damn short due to the reasons outlined above. As a writer in a previous existence i have decided not to worry about writing as art in the pieces but, instead, to attempt to convey feeling over semantic (and often grammatic) perfection.
And 'OCRB'? It stands for 'Obsessive Compulsive Record Buying' - a little known mental health affliction that is potentially damaging to the bank account but ultimately life-affirming. It is sad.......but a nice form of sad.
Which, as every record-buying man knows, is a ridiculous belief.
I will concede, however, that I do indeed buy a lot of records and that I don't afford them the same amount of listens and attention that I did 20 or 30 years ago.
To this end, I have decided to blog about the records that I buy, in order to help my appreciation of them - and perhaps to show Helen that I don't buy that many records after all.
Because i'm crap with deadlines the blog posts will be sporadic and probably be about a month or 2 behind but that's just the way i am! The posts will not necessarily be actual reviews (most likely comments, at best) and will generally be pretty damn short due to the reasons outlined above. As a writer in a previous existence i have decided not to worry about writing as art in the pieces but, instead, to attempt to convey feeling over semantic (and often grammatic) perfection.
And 'OCRB'? It stands for 'Obsessive Compulsive Record Buying' - a little known mental health affliction that is potentially damaging to the bank account but ultimately life-affirming. It is sad.......but a nice form of sad.
Thursday, 13 October 2011
Thisquietarmy & Yellow6: Death/Valley (Basses Frequences)
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