Saturday, 24 January 2015

Journey Through A Burning Brain - Edgar Froese RIP

As you have probably heard by now Edgar Froese, founder member of Tangerine Dream passed away on 20th January 2015. Tangerine Dream were one of the most important bands in the history of what might loosely be termed "rock music", both for their fearless sonic vision, apparent from their very first album onwards, and for their pioneering use of the synthesiser. They have had more influence on the development of electronic ambient music than probably any other band, with the album Zeit often being credited with being the first "dark ambient" record.

Like most music fans of my generation, in the UK at least, we have Richard Branson's Virgin Records to thank for our introduction into this weird universe, courtesy of the Tang's breakthrough album Phaedra, a presence in the sixth form common room almost as ubiquitous as Dark Side Of The Moon or Selling England By The Pound.

A sizeable number of those of us who got into the deep-space grooves of that vast and eerie record ventured on to Virgin's double compilation of the Alpha Centauri and Atem albums and before long we were adrift in space! Phaedra was the band's fifth album, the two "As" numbers two and four. Sandwiched in between those two was the glorious sprawling double album Zeit. Last to be mentioned, but by no means least, was the early post-Syd Floyd-like Electronic Meditation, an album I only came to be aware of decades later in my short but manic record collecting phase. Edgar playing psychedelic guitar on Cold Smoke in a frantic manner comes as quite a shock when you've worked backwards from Phaedra I can tell you!

Leaving the atypical debut album aside, enjoyable though it is, the Tangs were much more than just spacey synthesiser music, as the instrumentation on those albums two to five will show, Featuring vibraphones, string quartets, piano, flute, zither as well as sundry keyboards and guitars, there is always something going on in the sonic spectrum to prevent the listener from drifting off, a trait of a lot of Tang-influenced ambient music it has to be said.

There are of course later albums of merit, although they changed tack completely after the 70s and did not produce much that floated my space junk, but to me those first five sum up what the band were all about.

Turn on and tune in to this little lot, tracks that show how the band developed through those first five groundbreaking records...

Genesis - Electronic Meditation (1970)
The first track from the first album shows the then youthful Germans at their most wilfully experimental.

Ultima Thule - non-album single (1971)
The band pay homage to their Floyd obsession with this enjoyable if somewhat dated wigout. Warning - this is a far louder recording that the previous vid!

Fly and Collision of Comas Sola - Alpha Centauri (1971)
They still used real drums then...Christopher Franke ends this Saucerful-like excursion flailing away like a whirling dervish to great effect.

Birth of Liquid Plejades - Zeit (1972)
The title track of the previous album hinted at it, but Zeit sees the full blooming of the Tangs' unique brand of spacerock. Featuring a cello quartet and Florian Fricke from fellow Kosmische explorers Popol Vuh on yet more synths, this is as mournful as it is simply majestic. It gets you right in the soul.

Fauni-Gena - Atem (1973)
John Peel's album of the year in 1973, it was Atem that brought the band to the notice of one Richard Branson. A more organic sound on this one, let's get introspective to the sound of avian spacerock, baby! Incidentally, the baby in the LP cover picture is Jerome Froese, who would play alongside his dad in the band many years later. The circle will be unbroken.

Phaedra (1974)...the whole darn thing!
Bring on the sequencers, Virgin Records, gigs in cathedrals and international stardom...

Edgar Froese - 6th June 1944 to 20th January 2015 RIP - you left us some great music, for which we are ever thankful...

Sunday, 11 January 2015

Audible Light - Radiance

There are simply never enough hours in the day when it comes to discovering new music in the instant access age.

One of the many places I play fast'n'loose with time on that alternately wonderful and awful den of iniquity that is Facebook is a page going under the banner of Nice Enough To Eat, or NETE as it is known to the cognoscenti. Here, a bunch of creaking freaks, and a smattering of mere youngsters post links to progressive (rarely "prog", or I wouldn't be there) and psychedelic music of all hues.

A fellow member is one Jim Tetlow, who, if you know your Krautrock and have spent time in the orbit of Leicester, England, you will no doubt have heard of. One of his seemingly endless musical contributions to that repository for the obscure, aka Bandcamp is this lustrous construct, Radiance by Audible Light.

Jim had not long been a member of NETE when he posted a link to this fine album, and it is my pleasure to publicise it here. Of course, as is the way with these musical discoveries, Jim is uber-prolific and I dare not peek out over the parapet at his no doubt vast discography...there is no time, it has all been stolen.

Back to the task in hand; Audible Light create diaphanous hypnotic soundscapes using exotic instrumentation, looping, and all manner of electronic treatments and trickery. Flowering like a bloom in a Zen garden this is music to lose yourself in as it weaves gossamer-fine silk tendrils around your tired mind.

This is ambient music for folk who glaze over at the prospect, for it is full and busy at the same instance as it is quiet and reflective. Climbing the Penrose Stairs, Aquanaut will pass by in a blink of an eye, or it will suspend time, the choice is yours. Loose and lambent, the flickering sounds dazzle and are gone, all the while a quiet insistence keeps you hanging on in there.

The bass playing on Philtre reminds me of the experimental side of Hendrix's Electric Ladyland, while synth swooshes of Schulzian majesty glide across the sky. This is so much more than mere ambient noodling, and you'd have to be dead set in your ways not to appreciate it.

As is appropriate, Radiance shimmers and plays tricks as it moves in and out of shadow. It is at once a tangible thing and ephemeral as it shifts and shimmies around. All too soon, or after many hours, we arrive Down To A Sunless Sea, where intropsection is illuminated by tinkling piano and reflective bass, and it has been a restful journey through a prism of distilled high quality ambience of a thoughtful and symapthetic kind.

1. Magic Box (12:35)
2. Behind The Mirror (8:10)
3. Aquanaut (18:19)
4. Philtre (17:04)
5. Loft In Space (8:26)
6. Down To A Sunless Sea (7:16)

Total running time - 71:51

Line up:
Andy Atyeo - electric guitar, synthesizer, laptop
Chris Conway – keyboards, theremin, electric 9 string guitar, voice, Irish whistles, kalimba, effects
Les Hayden - bass, ebow, tenori-on
Jim Tetlow – laptop with keyboard, cajon


Zorpin Music

Saturday, 3 January 2015

Kermit - Litoral

Spanish band Kermit released their second album Litoral in spring last year, and I only get round to writing about it now because...well no excuses... ¡Lo siento!

Litoral is a concept album, or, more correctly a tribute album to a Spanish poetry and free thinking magazine first published in 1926 in Málaga that became the journal of an art movement known as the 1927 Generation. Amongst its number were Lorca, Picasso, Dali and other left-field heavyweights. The movement disintegrated with the onset of the Spanish Civil War, with Lorca being murdered, and others jailed or forced into exile.

The word "litoral" translates as coast, tying in with the magazine title Coastal Journey, and the album takes up the artistically progressive mantle of the iconic journal. The band say that after finding their way with their first album Autoficción, they now arrive onshore after that trippy and searching debut. The confidence now apparent in their sound is exemplified by opening track 1926, a track that climbs an infinite staircase to the post-rock firmanent.

The band have developed an intriguing style that inhabits wide open spaces, with a dash of post-rock and spacerock, along with a soupçon of jazz in instinct if not style. Imagine Miles playing guitar in a post-rock band with a fondness for loose cosmic exploration, if you will.

Largely instrumental, there are occasional spoken word interludes quoting from  Spanish and English writers. The album covers many literary and cultural bases, ranging from Magnitizdat, a tune quoting from Orwell whose title refers to an underground Soviet-era Russian cassette music distribution system, to Samhain, a tune for a Gaelic festival that marks the end of autumn and the coming of dark days. That one contains lines from Allen Ginsberg's Howl; "I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness" is repeated as a tumultuous rhythm presages a tune that takes hold in fast orbit around a distant planet. "Burn cigarette holes in your arms protesting the narcotic tobacco age of capitalism" sneers our narrator as an undulating bass rhythm and keyboard swooshes glide us on the next star.

It's a good trip, for sure, and as there are no gaps between the tracks it makes for a seamless journey through questing minds travelling in space and time. Circumpolares contains a wonderful backwards guitar break that will unknot your synapses in no time at all; then it gets really wiggy!

The post-rock/spacerock collision is most in evidence on Ingeborg, and Magnitizdat is given extra colour by the sax of Álvaro Parada. Concluding track 1927 languidly enters the scene as if gently rising from an afternoon siesta, on the back of some more gorgeous sax work from Álvaro. Eventually cosmic synth and dreamy echoed guitar take over, and for any fan of post-rock and spacerock, admittedly with more of the latter this time, this ticks all the right boxes!

The Bandcamp link below is a "Name Your Price" for the download, so it's another case of nothing to lose...give it a go!

1. 1926 (4:39)
2. Samhain (4:18)
3. Circumpolares (6:03)
4. We-tripantu (4:49)
5. Ingeborg (3:59)
6. Magnitizdat (6:29)   
7. 1927 (11:47)

Total running time - 42:07

Line up:
Miguel Seguí - guitar, synth, sampler
Gonzalo Presa - guitar, voices, sampler, drums
Fco. Trujillo - bass, text (to Circumpolares)
Álvaro Parada - drums, voices, saxophone

Itaca Records



Saturday, 13 December 2014

2014 - A Year In Review

You're all still here, then? I thank you profusely for sticking with my outpourings of malcontented grumblings!

Another year has flown by, which can only mean it's a good excuse to make a list, as if I needed one, so yer t'is, as we yokels might say.

2014 was a good year for musical strangeitude, and leaving no stone unturned in my unending quest for the new and different, here are my musical highlights of the last 12 months, caught in my tattered net as the ceaseless tsunami of releases surges by. Before you ask "Where's Mordor's Weakness by Richard Volestrangler & The Mutant Discharge?", please bear in mind that even if I had had the assistance and advice of the ghost of John Peel, a man who lived the metaphor "snowed under", I still could not hope to listen to every vaguely progressive album that hits the shelves, virtual or otherwise.

Right then, all these are in highly approximate chronological order, and as ever, my top recommendations are in bold - though they are all worth a listen - and links to my endless blatherings on said platters are present and correct, should you wish to investigate further.

With a few exceptions, rather than slow down this page's loading speed to that of an eerie approximation of the swiftness of David Cameron's thought processes by cluttering this missive with embedded videos, I have created a Spotify playlist that features a track from everything I can find on that platform. For those that are missing, if you're curious head over to the review where you'll find links to YouTube, Bandcamp, etc.

So, sit back, crack open the gravy, load your bong with sprouts and transmutate...or summat!


Susan Clynes - Life Is
A delightful start to this or any other year, jazz chanteuse and pianist Susan Clynes gave us this charming set of highly personal songs.

Peter Hammill & Gary Lucas - Other World
The first of two Hammill releases this year sees Hammill's ongoing preoccupation with the march of time set against the blues-psych guitar of the Magic Band man. A good pairing.

Machine Mass feat. Dave Liebman - Inti
As respected reeds player Dave Liebman put it, this progressive jazz fusion album is "post-everything" and lays a new path for the sometimes tired old genre.

Sand - Sand
AKA Sam Healy from nu-prog wonders North Atlantic Oscillation, here letting his dreampop instincts off the leash, with no little panache.

Billy Bottle & The Multiple - Unrecorded Beam
In with a shout for Album of the Year, this wonderful release has lost none of its magic charms in the ten or so months since I first heard it. All hail the New Canterbury in Devon!

Spoke Of Shadows - Spoke Of Shadows
A Warr guitar class with plenty of soul. 

Gazpacho - Demon
The Norwegian wizards weave their dark storytelling magic with the consummate ease you now expect of them. Beguiling. 

Jack Bruce - Silver Rails
In what turned out to be his last album, the master bassman leaves us at the top of his game. RIP.

Chat Noir - Elec3Cities
A combination of piano trio jazz and electronica results in a cinematic and emotive album.

Factor Burzaco - 3
Hidden away in Argentina, it is a sad fact that this always surprising band will be largely ignored. The full album is up on YouTube, and is well worth checking out.

Messenger - Illusory Blues
A truly lovely album of acid-folk-prog that succeeds in every way. Marvellous!

Seven Impale - City Of The Sun
OK, it's derivative but it's a blast. No Van der Graaf Generators or King Crimsons were harmed in the making of this album.

Univers Zéro - Phosphorescent Dreams
An album that is nigh on impossible to get hold of at a reasonable price in a physical format outside of Japan may mean it will be overlooked, which is a shame. New boy Antoine Guenet ruffles some feathers with good effect.

Necromonkey - (a glimpse of possible endings)
Sophisticated instrumental progressive rock with a smattering of the more eclectic influences.

Beck - Morning Phase
Lush. Impeccable. Gorgeous. Sad. Redemptive...all in a dream.

Pingvinorkestern - Push 
This is fun, first and foremost. No mournful shoegazing allowed.

Tim Bowness - Abandoned Dancehall Dreams
This is what became of the brokenhearted; masterful melancholic soul mining performed as only Tim can. Another contender.

Aquaserge - A L'Amité
The très agréable offspring of Planet Gong and Hatfield & The North gone very wonky. 

Jack O'The Clock - Night Loops 
Eclectic but not heavy in the slightest, an example of uncategorisable but accessible progressive music making.

Poil - Brossaklit
Punk-jazz and avant chamber music are just two ingredients in this sonic food blender of an album.

Led Bib - The People In your Neighbourhood
"Pigbag played by Gentle Giant" sez moi. That'll do for starters...

Earthling Society - England Have My Bones
Lancashire acid-rock wizards with the second of a declamatory trilogy, issuing forth righteous krautrock'n'roll from their cave lair at mouth of a foul estuary. Possibly.

Tohpati - Tribal Dance
To my ears, the best of the many Indonesian guitarists brought before a larger audience by the intrepid Moonjune label, here with a fine mix of fusion and ethnic stylings. In a word, class.

Rumour Cubes - Appearances of Collections
I haven't just put this here to prove that not everything I listen to is a left-field angular racket, you know! Lovely album, this band are a kind of noisy cousin of North Sea Radio Orchestra. I came to this late, so no review, but you can find it on Bandcamp.

Ut Gret - Ancestors' Tale
Great songwriting combined with an avant-rock sensibility and another of those very good female singers currently plying their trade in the progressive scene over The Pond makes for a fine album that improves every time you hear it.

Matt Stevens - Lucid
Purloining Steven Wilson's "Hardest Working Man In Showbiz" gong from the shoeless one's trophy cabinet while he was having his first snooze in years, Rushden's Finest, aka Matt Stevens found time in his restless schedule to make this highly varied and enjoyable album.

Emmett Elvin - Bloody Marvels
In the singular, it sure is. One of those rare instances that deserves the well-worn adjective "cinematic".

Bob Mould - Beauty & Ruin
A song cycle depicting "a lifetime of emotion in 36 minutes". Probably his most Sugar-like solo record.

Knifeworld - The Unravelling
Another strong contender for album of the year, this kaleidoscopic and sprawling album is a distillation of the unbounded musical ambition of chief Knife Kavus Torabi. I was far too busy to write about this at the time, but my good mate Jez sez it all.

Swans - To Be Kind
Michael Gira continues on his singular declamatory path, funded by the equally intense fervour of his many followers. Cathartic is another of those over-used reviewing adjectives that finds a for once appropriate home.

Sunn O))) & Ulver - Terrestrials
An immovable object is battered by an unstoppable force. The result is atramentous and serene.

Kermit - Litoral
Not half as green as their chosen name, Kermit play space-jazz for the modern age.

Moraine - Groundswell
Consummately skilled and highly individualistic, Groundswell is a place where progressive jazz-rock for the 21st century collides with blistering improv and ethnic influences.

Moe Tar - Entropy Of The Century
Moorea Dickason is a lady who could sing a page of Hansard and make it sound like the most natural pop hook laden lyric ever written. It's pop, Tarek, but not as we know it, and bloody good it is, too!

North Atlantic Oscillation - The Third Day
Shimmering and dazzling. That is all. Another Album of the Year qualifier.

Goat - Commune
Tribal-psych lunacy and quite barking...woof woof...inspired my silliest review of the year.

Trojan Horse - World Turned Upside Down
Ah, it's those "Noisy Prog Bastards" confounding expectations of what "prog" means these days. I'm still convinced Hypocrite's Hymn is at least partly a pisstake!

Cheeto's Magazine - Boiling Fowls
A prog band looking like they're enjoying themselves? Is that allowed? The album is infectious and goofy, and of course, fun!

Robert Plant - Lullaby and...The Ceaseless Roar
A return to form for Percy, no-one does the world music/rock'n'roll face-off as good as this. Not that Band of Joy was bad, far from it.

Scott Walker & Sunn O))) - Soused
Just listen to that croon on Brando...and the spiky guitar...and the cracking bullwhip. Glorious, and almost accessible...almost.

Syd Arthur - Sound Mirror
Great songs and a slightly improved sound on last year's sonically grating debut - see later entry on this list.

Accordo dei Contrari - AdC
Deep eclectic progressive rock music for the connoisseur.

Regal Worm - Neither Use Nor Ornament (A Small Collection Of Big Suites)
The charmingly bonkers Jarrod Gosling returns from a brief sojourn to regale us with more asymmetrical tales of derring-do with titles like Odilon Escapes From The Charcoal Oblivion, But Endeavours To Return And Rescue The Cactus Men. An obscuranist's deelite of a follow up to last year's wonderful and wacky Use And Ornament album.

Kayo Dot - Coffins on Io
No metal here, the chameleon-like Kayo Dot morph into My Bloody Valentine's even moodier nephew.

Flying Lotus - You're Dead
I never imagined I'd be recommending an album with Snoop Dogg on it, but there you go. Inspired by the song suite idea that informs Soft Machine's second album, apart from being imbued with a jazz sensibility this album is nothing like the then emerging Cantabrians, or indeed like anything else at all. A lesson in production techniques as much as muscianship, it is both eclectic and brilliant. Apparently Mr Lotus is Alice Coltrane's grand-nephew which explains a lot. Death never sounded so groovy!  

Wrupk Urei - Kõik saab korda
Estonian mekanik spacerock, escaping the yoke of Russian oppression past and present. It's a good laugh, too!

The Mercury Tree - Countenance
The American side of a coin that flips to reveal The Fierce And The Dead. Must be played loud, natch.

The Blue Ship - The Executioner's Lover
This is certainly different. Although originally released in 2013, this year saw its first physical release, on the esteemed Italian label AltrOck. A Kurt Weill-inspired operetta performed by a Scottish chamber-rock collective. it works!

Gong - I See You
Even in his 77th year Daevid Allen can still show folk a third his age how it's done. Last I heard he was recovering from illness - get well soon!

Orchestra of the Upper Atmosphere - O2
Improv with Krautrock and jazz-rock leanings, via Terry Riley, all expertly done. Industrial soundscapes with no meandering.

The Amorphous Androgynous & Syd Arthur - A Monstrous Psychedelic Bubble
I have often wondered what Syd Arthur's cluttered and murky self-produced studio sound would turn out like in the hands of a dedicated producer. Well, now we know, sort of! Bloody brilliant, that's what...this is an album's worth of remixes by psych-heads Amorphous Androgynous (aka FSOL) as part of their ongoing A Monstrous Psychedelic Bubble series, and well worth £6.99 of anyone's money (or £15 for the LP version).

Peter Hammill - ...all that might have been...
Less guitar than the last one, perhaps obviously, and heavy on the synthscapes and atmosphere. Look, you can't go wrong with a bit of The Thin Man, now, can you?

Jumble Hole Clough - 202 Days
"No-one releases albums in December" or "December and January are graveyard months for new releases" are two statements of common sense. Sod common sense, eh Colin? December 6th saw this slab of Spartan Space Funk from Hebden Bridge land on my hard drive, and a bloody good job it did, too!

Markus Reuter - 6 Reflections
No-one told Markus Reuter about December either. A sublime set of layered guitars and effects resulting in expertly controlled harmonics and resonance. Another reviewing cliché applies, as these are indeed sonic cathedrals in the sky. The best ambient album I've heard for quite a while.


After all that I have to tell you that my Album of the Year is Beck's Morning Phase. There are many good reasons why this superb album features at the top of, or in the top three of probably every non genre-specific "Best Of" list, and if you have not heard this little beaut you really ought to seek it out.

You should see her when she's angry...
And now, please give a big Yuletide welcome for the plate spinners and fire-eaters who will entertain y'all while I regale you with more of my searing rapier-like opinionated bollocks...

Gig of the Year
A Celebration of Lindsay Cooper - The Barbican, London 21st November 2014. Not so much a gig as an event. A truly wonderful occasion.

Flop of the Year
Yes - Heaven & Earth. An album that henceforth will be used as the musical yardstick for a damp squib, or as Mick Farren once succinctly put it "Yes? No." The cover's a tad garish, too, if you ask me.

The view from the office was most distracting...
Label of the Year
A rather fine stable, run by an East End hard man (heheh...) and home to those Horses otherwise known as the "Noisy Prog Bastards", come on down Bad Elephant Records.

This fine boutique has come up trumps on more than a few occasions this year. I think this is the first time I've given this particular limp banana to a British label. Huzzah!

Track Title of the Year
Research and Destroy from the Rumour Cubes album up there in the list. Heheh... 

Other nonsense
Bob & Bonio - shut up seems you have.

Mr Fripp has let it be known that there is a "possibility" of a UK gig (or even gigs) for Crim MK8 in September next year, if a "suitable" venue can be found. I won't believe it until I have the tickets in my gnarled and malfunctioning digits.

Endless River was instantly misunderstood even though Gilmour and Mason had been at pains to point out it was not a Pink Floyd album in the fully realised sense. It has grown on me, and it is a fitting tribute to a dignified gent who was treated appallingly by the bass player. Don't go and spoil it by releasing any more previously buried studio noodles, eh?

Facebook - we all moan about it sometimes, but 2014 saw a few more "Friends" being met and hopefully made in the real world, so it certainly still has its plus points. You know who you are and you're all damn fine people!

In conclusion

"Prog" to me continues to simply be an abbreviation of progressive, which may well explain why most of my list is some way removed from "prog" the syle. In an era where everything musical has already been done, progressive music does not necessarily have to push boundaries, but as a minimum requirement it should at least be able to see the boundary on the horizon. It seems to me that prog the style is barely aware that there is a boundary at all, much preferring to stay at home where it's safe and warm, surrounded by mementos of the past, with little threat of anything deviating from the tried and tested.

A fellow blogger reckoned that prog releases were "a bit thin on the ground" in 2014, and if by that he means conservative music for the over 50s that readily displays one or more instantly recognisable musical tropes from the first half of the 1970s, then maybe he is right. Me, I wouldn't know, much less care.

Thanks again for reading my nonsense this year, there's much more where that came from, you lucky people! Have a great Winter Solstice break, see you on the other side.

Best of Years Gone By...




Scott Walker & Sunn O))) - Soused

adjective: soused
  1. 1.
    (of food, especially fish) preserved in pickle or a marinade.
    "soused herring"
    synonyms:drench, soak, steep, douse, saturate, plunge, immerse, dip, submerge, sink, dunk More
    "a crunchy bruschetta soused in green olive oil"

    pickled, marinated, soaked, steeped
    "a soused herring"
  2. 2.
    "I was soused to the eyeballs"

When Sunn O))) turned up at Westpoint Studios in London to record their parts for this collaboration with Scott Walker they brought with them so much amplification it would not all fit in the studio. Along with Sunn O)))'s motto "Maximum Volume Yields Maximum Results" which turns up on the back of the Soused CD cover you would be forgiven for thinking they are forboding portents of the album's contents, but actually you would be wrong. Soused, while drenched, nay, soused in sound is not the kind of full-on aural assault you might expect from Sunn O))), nor is it the wilfully difficult music-as-art-terrorism so beloved of Scott Walker of late.  

Soused carries with it a weight so heavy that one expects the thing to buckle under at any point, only Sisyphus just keeps on pushing, never defeated. The massed guitars of Sunn O))) fed through all manner of trickery boxes create dark industrial drones and screaming backgrounds for Scott to invent the melody as he goes along. 

Brando leaps out of the speakers from the get-go fully formed as if it one had turned it on halfway in. "A beating would do me a world of good" croons Scott in character, for Brando is a tale of the monosyllabic actor's perceived flirtations with masochism underlined by the cracking of bull whips. Tos Nieuwenhuizen's angry whipcrack guitar figure is a prominent repeated feature as the first half of the song sees Scott transmit rising angst, his voice nearly cracking, too. The song ends on Sunn O)))'s drawn out drone, a device that will occur elsewhere on the album. 

The tone has been set, and Sunn O)))'s monolithic fearsome noise played with the grim determination of infinitesimally creeping tectonic plates digs into your very core on Herod 2014, their menacing and barely changing low-end rumbles topped off with the piercing tortured seagull screams of (presumably) Tos' guitar while a moaning elephantine sound lumbers around.

Add to that the soon-to-be background noise that introduces the song sounding like the amplified heartbeat of a baby in the womb, and we are in familiar Scott territory, enhanced by some visceral and physical lyrics referencing disease, infestation and cigar ash. "The nurseries and creches are heaving with lush lice", another line amongst many over which imaginary therapists fight one another to use in dissertations.

The nightmare soundtrack grows until it is joined by an industrial hoover from Andromeda, sucking your brains inside out as the ante is upped with a now repeated four-note monstrously huge low-end guitar line, and later a reprise of the fragile feminine bell that introduced the song now transformed into an agonised distorted pealing. The pace never changes, and maximum volume does indeed garner maximum effect, as Scott mournfully sings in that distinctive baritone "she's hidden her babies away"...

Ah...the lyrics. No analysis of a Scott Walker album would be complete without at least attempting to describe the current literary obsessions of this most iconoclastic of writers. In actual fact the lyrics are less impenetrable than on Bish Bosch, and so a literary dissection is not necessary. For all that they remain flying around the listener in an esoteric orbit that bears comparison with no other lyric writer today.

Bull has sections that sound almost like a conventional rock song, but anchored by the crushing gravity of Jupiter - it is one damned heavy muvva. Here amongst the oblique lyric, repeating the phrase "Bump the beaky" we have examples of Scott's black humour; "Woke nailed to the cross. Could not give a toss", and "The leapin' - like a River Dancer's nuts". This song also includes the repeated phrase "Custodiunt migremus", which is Latin for custodial agreement. I have yet to unravel this dark treatise, and it may even be Scott's little joke - perhaps the clue is in the title? As if to confound earlier expectations of "rock" music, the longest drawn out drone of all plays out the ending of Bull for what seems like an eternity.

Fetish opens with avant-garde metallic shards of atonal sound, and is probably the closest track thematically to Bish Bosch. Peter Walsh is the star here, and the longtime sound terrorist partner to Scott's bloody and bodily lyricsmithery gets free range with all the dark effects he can muster, including a deranged crowing cockerel, before Sunn O))) return with another crushing blow of an Ur-riff. All highly unsettling, Scott intones blood'n'guts and catharsis by physical exorcism, as he "carves the ghost mascot the length of his skin".

Lullaby sees Scott chisel out his own version of a song written for musical polymath and modern day Dietrich Ute Lemper, one that appeared as a bonus track on the Japanese edition of her 2000 album Punishing Kiss, but was probably more widely known from its appearance on the only Scott compilation that matters, 5 Easy Pieces. It is an interesting departure from the original, with Sunn O)))'s menacing one note backdrop and some lonely synth strings replacing the initially sparse and latterly cinematic sound of the original with its swaying orchestral arrangement and dramatic intent. Both versions work in their own contexts. For what it's worth I prefer the Lemper version.

Scott intoning "The most intimate personal choices and requests central to your personal dignity will be sung" indicates that the song may be referring to assisted suicide as apparently confirmed in interviews by Lemper at the time - I have not found proof of that, but it fits. So, here we have a lyric possibly about assisted suicide, with added night-terror, juxtaposed with a chorus from William Byrd's innocuous poem My Sweet Little Darling to the backing of high-pitched synth screaming - would you expect anything else?

The much anticipated collaboration between these two utterly wilful but also utterly different groupings of musical visionaries is an undoubted success. Sunn O)))'s Greg Anderson and Stephen O'Malley have added heavy layers and a sense of infinite weight to the production of music-as-high-art espoused by Scott Walker and Peter Walsh, all to great effect. Soused is probably the most accessible collection of music to have come out of either participant's stable in the 21st century, but have no fear, you can't dance to it, and neither is it an easy listen.

Soused is not an album to be dipped in and out of. An album in the proper, if unfortunately old fashioned sense, it requires your concentration for 48 minutes, you are not permitted to wander. It demands "You will sit down and listen to me whole, or not at all". You cannot argue with it, for that would be pointless. Five tracks of roughly equal length and pace make for a hypnotic and totally immersive experience. Walker describes being in the centre of the sonic maelstrom as "like entering a furnace...a furnace of sound", where "you can feel it right up through your knees".

Turn the lights out and jump in!

Soused website

1, Brando (8:44)
2, Herod 2014 (12:01)
3. Bull (9:25)
4, Fetish (9:10)
5. Lullaby (9:24)

Total running time - 48:43

Line up:
Greg Anderson - guitars
Stephen O'Malley - guitars, re-amped hi synth
Ian Thomas - drums
Tos Nieuwenhuizen - lead guitar, Moog
Mark Warman - keyboards, drum programming, shaker
Guy Barker - trumpet
Peter Gamble - bull whips
Dot Allison - girl vocal
Sam Walsh - boy vocal
Andy Findon - saxophone
Peter Walsh - keyboards, FX, drum programming
Scott Walker - vocals 

Tuesday, 9 December 2014

My DPRP Reviews

I have re-organised the page "My DPRP Reviews" - link over there on the right. It's nearly up to date, I'll add the missing ones over the next few weeks...

Aquaserge - L'Amitié

This album came out back in May, but up until a few weeks ago it was nigh on impossible to buy in any format. Originally released as vinyl only with a download code, the album was "available", and I use the term advisedly, from a French website that...well "didn't work" is a kind description. The online shop is called Chambre 404, and the deep irony in that number suffix was not lost on me!

As it was a pointless exercise reviewing an album that the prospective listener could not get hold of, I have held off until now as thankfully the band have recently created a Bandcamp page which means one can now obtain the album in any format desired. Huzzah!

I am glad I persevered as Aquaserge are a bit special. They were a band unknown to me until a chance scroll through Udi Koomran's always informative Avant Progressive Facebook page a few weeks ago, after which I obtained a review download. As said download came sans press release, I have very little info to go on other than my limited attempts at translating the "Histoire" tab of their website. Aquaserge have been going since 2005 and this is the band's fourth album. The core members are Julien Gasc, along with Benjamin Gilbert and Julien Barbagallo.

Their sound is a spacious groove, a collision of art rock, post-punk and Canterbury references, but with a Gallic twist that gives it a certain laid-back "je ne sais quois". The louche harmonies of the opening tile track recall the Hatfields filtered through Gong at their most relaxed. Guitarist Julien Gasc (presumably) contributes a short and gorgeously wonky guitar solo to proceedings, adding just the right amount of otherworldliness.

The band reveal a punkier side to their nature on Serge Singe, which is led by a spiky guitar figure that delves deeper into Gong territory. For Bob returns to the off-kilter Canterbury-thru-a-gauze, and by now I am well and truly hooked.

The instrumental song suite Sillage progresses from calm beginnings to a fraught charge in part 3 that could easily soundtrack an alternative reality James Bond boat chase. They slow the pace down on the dreamy but slightly edgy Je Viens (I'm Coming), with its heavily plucked bass, whistling and bells to the fore.

The train rolls on down the track during the metronomic Travelling, glimpses of disinterested faces flashing past your window in black and white. Preparation is a composition that sounds like a cut-up but isn't, and then we reprise I'm Coming which shows the band have a knowing sense of humour. It is a grandiose epic sweep of almost-rock that leads into Ceci ("She", presumably?) that crystallises the avant-classical sensibilites of the band amid chirping agitated percussion and a heavenly choir voice.

A suitably strange end to a beguiling album that is most certainly progressive in the only and proper definition of that over-used term. Make L'Amitié a friendship that lasts.

1. A L'Amitié
2. Serge Singe
3. For Bob
4. Sillage 1&2
5. Sillage 3
6. Je Viens
7. Travelling
8. Preparation
9. Je Viens (Reprise)
10. Ceci

Line up:
Benjamin Gilbert - guitar, bass
Julien Gasc - keyboards, guitar, vocals
Julien Barbagallo - drums
Manon Gilbert - clarinets
Audrey Ginestet - vocals
Lucie Antunes - vocals

Aquaserge website