Another delicious cocktail of sound here from Ryan Connor under his Sublamp guise, and a superb introduction for the Ahora Eterno label from Argentina if you’re not already aware of it.
Wistful drones and melancholy drifts of sound combine to make a compelling, enchanting and deeply beautiful collection of earthy organica. Similar to his previous and outstanding work for Dragon’s Eye this has a knack of sounding imperfect, yet perfect at the same time… the occasional hint of dissonance, a clashing note here and there, but always with a melodious feel that swathes everything in a very human warmth.
Sometimes guitar-based, sometimes electronic, the music is often accompanied by natural sound recordings and, in fact, my highlight of the album is the utterly magnificent ‘The Hauntingshell I’ which features a heavy dose of field recordings. Wind and clattering metal meld together to create a mini 5-minute narrative that allows the imagination to run riot picturing exactly where the recordings were taken. I favour a desolate arctic environment, although I could equally imagine a desert-scape with windswept dunes and rocky crags.
Whatever you picture in your own mind, be sure that this album is a refined, tightly honed object lesson in expansive, yet subtle sound design.
Beautiful and at times stark, this really is a majestic piece of work.
Posted in Reviews: Electronic, Reviews: Organic by remotethoughts on November 30, 2010
In our times of specialization, the fleeting appears clearly. Efforts by keeping that go away irremediably (we remember to you, dear Cratilo) become in desperates attempts of eternity. It is not in vain this attempt and it is not a sign of weakness, it is just the intimate desire from who knows itself limited and searches that it is Absolute. There are lots of ways to that who recognize itself: sarcasm and irony; nihilism (Nietzsche and Wittgenstein) and the distant hope.
Who does want happiness, he can get it. Maybe it is for this reason it’s so common the necessity of sharing, even with our close people, even with people most remote, maybe with people we never have seen, but we feel intimate. This is our time.
Nowadays, even more before, it exists the necessity to be actual.
And this is too much.
These words are not written from an objective view and do no prettend announce something new. They just want to reflect something that happened to me, a personal experience.
La siesta
The landscape is Muñiz, the suburbs.
La siesta
Keats’ words are perfect to ending, as a conclusion and guide:
“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever”
Bernardo Durand
