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With Ambience So As As Paper

Today is very much an ambient day.

When I think on genres, and I think of them fondly, one that always comes up in my iPod playlists is of ambient. Its ability to squeeze into so many different rooms, situations, moods is what characterizes the vibe, and its conception dates back to Brian Eno’s imagining of the idea in the 1970s (perhaps most notably with Music for Airports).

Music is a social catalyst. If you take your typical university party, and break it down into elements you’re left with three main components: drugs, people, and music. Often the best parties have the most popular music, which is why where we’re from, you won’t see a party on Reid go without the Chili Peppers or Bob Marley. It’s a strange brew to be sure, but they both carry the same weight in this sub-culture and since they’ve been listened to so very many times by everyone in attendance, they are so easily tuned-out, left to become part of the heightened blend of sensations that is the party.

I believe it is precisely that kind of mentality that breeds ambient music, only instead of going for the brain-dead approach, it tries to garner a translucency on the first listen. What that means is there still is something there you haven’t heard, but you can choose to listen for it or completely ignore it; go back and forth. It allows a room to go without intermittent silences, and is a conversation piece that can be used to pick up and go somewhere else because it’s so effortlessly overridden by conversation (or any other activity). Even as a solo listening experience it can take your mind places, or simply accompany it; like the concilatory rub of a kitten.

Enough genre blather though. What’s important is that with the artists that sprout up from these roots, I can get especially excited by artists like Paper, who, with their debut As As were able to maintain the genre’s opaque nature even while layering so much electronic noise, and folding jazz drums & post-rock guitar into the mix.

[paper - as as]

I especially like tracks like “Love,” which is so obviously built for headphones, with synth-in-brass drones that completely submerge one ear, leaving the other side of your brain to thread everything else into a whole picture. It’s hypnotic, in a way. The nerves are laid by its repetitive oompa-synth, and the spine is built on vocals and violin, making for a decisively fleshy track. And, while I usually find something irking about most sequencing in this genre (the artists tend toward formula, and it reflects that), here it’s a little different; the follow-up to that fleshy “Love” drone is “Underground,” a rhythmic drum-laden, mellow acid-bass track that is as much Caribou as it is Eno.

It continues in that fashion, and further down the line its most break-out attempt from being pinned down is with “Mountain” in all its drum & bassy goodness. Again… Caribou? Yes… yes. The title track “Boy” is almost just as pleasant, including some mysterious female guest vocals. It would seem that even if you’re the kind of person with a mind like a ninja, deciding to go out with this on a solo listening adventure, this album won’t fail to keep you on your toes, or can play to the knives & forks, so to speak, and be some easy-go dinner atmosphere.

On a final note, I discovered that the two lone members, Aaron & Adrienne are also part of a group called Landing. A group who, despite the larger cast and somewhat lo-fi recordings, carry a similar vibe (no doubt because of the Snow brothers’ spearheading there as well). It seems after reading the Landing news page though, that sentence may need to be past-tense. Paper may be more than just a side-project of the Snows in the future.

mp3:
Paper - Mountain
Paper - Boy

see also:
Paper get some Love over at Obscure Sound.

As As is out now, and can be had direct from States Rights for a mere $12.

Angels of Light: We Are Him & This IS Gira.

[We Are Him: album cover]

Michael Gira (of Swans fame) started up Angels of Light in the late 90s as what was then a minimalistic-reaction to the Wall of sound he used to imbue. His process of songwriting is simple: write a piece on acoustic guitar, then gather up a handful of friends to pass the tune around the room, and embrace the collective sound that results. This project of his tends to swing on the softer side, but this isn’t Michael Gira gone sour.

In some archaic Gira-words on his Young Gods profile, he sums up his aims with Angels of Light: After many years … of dwelling on “sonic overload” with Swans, I now concentrate on augmenting the songs I write with orchestrations that support the basic song, rather than the sound itself taking over… I view the arrangements as little films created to make a context for the words and voice, so that one can drift off into the world the music creates… but I intentionally steer clear of a “Rock” sound.

Until now, I’ve only been respecting them from afar. Having been into Swans back in the hey-day, I always kind of felt like Angels of Light was Gira regressing. Only after some many listening sessions with the 2005 Akron/Family split did I start to enjoy the sound, but it was still not anything I could sink my teeth into.

I always appreciated his words, but there was some element missing from what surrounded his verse; some fundamental quality of music that I felt it lacked, and as a result of that it always felt weak & sappy, like any generic Top-40 country hit. After listening to We Are Him it’s become apparent that what was missing was the characteristic Gira lack of constraint. His reluctance to go with a sound that would “take over” was an incredible fault in the music; or that was my impression.

We Are Him is nothing if not Gira back doing what he does best. As Darnielle put it: “The frightening rage of old Swans surfaces several times, albeit in more bucolic clothing [and] the contrast is bracing. Lyrically Gira’s constantly in-pocket, addressing his subjects with renewed agility, but also in a very relaxed voice; if De Sade had lived long enough to tell folk tales around a campfire, some of them might have sounded like this. The genuinely playful orchestration - banjos? horns? chimes? slide? check – is by turns charming and perverse, and has a band-of-brethren feel to it that’s both ominous and exiting.

You can read Gira’s own words on the new album in extensive detail over here at the label’s site. The album lands some time in August. Until them you can dig these tracks, and if you happen to see Gira, give him a chummy ol’ pat on the back.

mp3:
Angels of Light - Black River Song
Angels of Light - We Are Him
Angels of Light - Goodbye Mary Lou

Land Patterns: the Moon, the Sea, & the Highway

This isn’t the season to be staring at our shoes, nay, that’s a winter activity for the weather-worn. I always find the seasons so very disparate like that. Warmer times always have my attention on the fritz, and I find it difficult to sit down and listen to a 10-minute track of drones - as beautifully crafted as it may be.

Still, I was introduced to a band with dreamy soundscapes that are sure to fill a nice cool summer night if you’d give them the chance. They call themselves The World on Higher Downs, and the base of their collective sound is a blend of brainwave-esque loops, mixed with bells, strings, and a wide array of orchestral elements. This gang just joined up on the Wisconsin scene, and their fuzzy drones are something akin to a sultry sea breeze; a sea that flows by the wayside of the Trans Canada Highway no doubt.

Their first track, Euclid, has been arranged as a video, and it chronicles the presence, impact & beauty of the moon as it travels in stages around our very own rock. Dig it:

Land Patterns hits those metatastic worldwide shelves July the 10th on Plop, but since you probably don’t read Japanese: I’ve got you covered.

mp3:
The World On Higher Downs - Two Aged Windows

Continuation of a Theme: Old Grounds Revisited.

This is a heads up about the aged post-rock. She is still alive, you see? Sure, it may seem like years since she was deemed a healthy! new! inspired! genre (because, let’s face it, has been years) but the clock keeps on tickin’ and those violinists keep on playin’. So, just like Blue Note, we’re all apart of keepin’ that funk alive.

The main problem with the genre is that, despite everyone’s best intentions, most of the bands under the post-rock banner sound practically identical. Long instrumentals? Check. Beautiful strings and meandering guitar solos? Check. A couple “complex” segments where things sound atonal only to revert back into a more distorted echo of the previous verse or chorus? Check. An overzealous belief that a drawn out crescendo can complete any track? Check.

This isn’t to say that there isn’t any innovation or differences between the bands. One might listen to Mogwai’s Mr. Beast mainly for the piano flourishes, or to Godspeed You! Black Emperor for their epic use of spoken word samples. And so, while certain aspects of the music are common, post-rock bands are able to distinguish themselves. And, despite my complaints, I still do love a good post-rock record.

Worker Bee

And, I think I have come across at least a halfway decent one in Divorce Your Legs by Worker Bee. Yes, I probably wouldn’t be able to blindly distinguish the album from one by, say, Explosions in the Sky or Do Make Say Think, but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Slightly redundant but still enjoyable.

Check out the sample & see what you think.

mp3:
Worker Bee - Recital.

(Divorce Your Legs hasn’t actually been officially released yet, so make sure you check the Worker Bee site for more information as it comes available. Until the release, the band recommends: “in the mean time, if you are an oink.me.uk user, you can now download the record illegally. We encourage this. Thank you!” No, Worker Bee, thank you.)

French Horror (Kawabata visits the Countryside)

Makoto.

Kawabata Makota is probably one of the most intense people currently residing on the planet. A founding (and forefront) member of the Japanese psychedelic collective Acid Mothers Temple, Makota has also been a part of something like 12 different bands (not including AMT permutations) and you can find him on at least 100 different albums. He is nothing if not prolific.

And, to the dismay of France, he recently set his eyes on the small country town of Le Havre like Godzilla contemplating the next attack on Tokyo.

The battle commenced back in February and its outcome is clearly documented on Makoto’s latesest release, Private Sound Drawing 3, a limited edition self-distributed CD-R release, put out by the Acid Mothers Temple Private Disc Series, only available directly from the artist when he is on tour.

And what a fight it was. Neither the promoter nor the audience in Le Havre had any idea what they were in for on that fateful night (as it were, the show was promoted as being ‘free-jazz’), and no-one in attendance could even begin to comprehend the sound that Makota began to elicit from the various instruments and electronics scattered around him.

It was a one-song show. Makota burst forth with a new one-hour long track entitled ‘Virgin Mary Was Raped By The Resurrection’ that, while docile enough in its infancy, would physically change both the listeners and the club itself by its conclusion.

As Kawabata writes in the LPs liner notes, “as my set wound towards its conclusion, in a fury of noise-drone, they were shocked as I ruthlessly blew out all the speakers in the venue. The noise you hear at the end of the disk is that of the speakers exploding.”

Which is one of the most hardcore things I have heard in a while. Sorry, France.

mp3:
Kawabata Makota - Virgin Mary was Raped by the Resurrection
(excerpt; the final 10 minutes.)

[You can support Kawabata Makota by checking out some of his Acid Mothers Temple recordings over at Alien8 Recordings.]

Yeah, They Be Rollin’ (Black Dice)

[the Roll Up vinyl]

It would be wrong to think that noise-rock can tickle just so, but I can’t help but feel joyous aural-pleasure with this song droning away on my earbuds: the low, hypnotic guitars in the mix among all the distortion fuzz is like whipped cream for your ears.

I’d love to hear these guys live if I ever get a chance, because I know it’d be less pleasure, more pain. The only tickle you feel is after the show, when your ears submerge like hearing a gunshot through a seashell, and that’s sorta like a tickle, I guess.

In any case, all these sensations are thanks to the new 12″ Roll Up that Black Dice has rolled out via Paw Tracks (you can pick it up here).

mp3:
Black Dice - Roll Up (single)