Crucial Listening #98: Eric Chenaux Sulphur and molasses, museums and ice cream, reverence for the beautiful. The avant garde ballard-purveyor discusses three important albums.
Review: T. Gowdy – Therapy With Colour CONSTELLATION. The album title plainly describes T. Gowdy’s main interest here, although the music within takes an understated approach to the attainment of therapeutic states. Too often, records that explicitly seek to be meditative leave me feeling like a surgical subject, with all musicality forcefully bent toward the primary
Review: Eric Chenaux – Slowly Paradise These songs are honey. A sweet, continuous oozing across an uneven surface. All shapes are vague, witnessed through the soft focus of relaxation and summer lethargy, bulging asymmetrically as they outwardly pool. The guitar chords are dipped in dissonances that complicate their sentiment – streaks of hope across melancholy, drops of
Interview: Do Make Say Think Stubborn Persistent Illusions has been my car album since it came out back in May this year. I’ve drummed out “Horripilation” on my steering wheel more times than I remember. It’s an album to which I feel viscerally connected: the percussion on the “Bound And Boundless” can be
Review: Jessica Moss – Pools Of Light Pools Of Light can be vast. 20 violins arching downward like birds diving into the sea. 10 voices in endless rounds of overlapping harmony, cutting across eachother at discordant angles. A single bowed melody flickering like a kite, anchored by bass notes that frame the flight as either liberated acrobatics
Review: Off World - 1 Not quite. All of my thoughts and attempted articulations of this record fall just short of what I’m actually hearing. As such, it’s important to note that this album manifests in the margins and spaces between the words you read here, floating between colon dots and swooping into
Interview: Avec le Soleil Sortant de sa Bouche I’ve had the best time acquainting myself with Zubberdust!, which is the debut album of Montreal’s Avec le Soleil Sortant de sa Bouche. What keeps me coming back is the impeccable combination of “push” and “pull”. Like a carnival ride going slightly too fast, I fall dizzy under