There'll be a full review of Roll The Dice's In Dust over at Freq soon (subject to Editor's approval, though to be honest, he lets me write any old crap) but this will do for now.
And, for anyone vaguely interested in what I might think about albums, there's also a review of Miminokoto and Billie Ray Martin's new project The Opiates which I'll probably get around the remixing on here when I get the time (at present that looks to be circa 2013)
There's a scene near the end of Koyaanisqaatsi where the camera lingers on one single, tumbling piece of rocket debris, falling in slow motion towards the earth, pulling time alongside it, falling, falling, about to burn...
Well, the new album 'Infra' by Max Richter dropped into my mailbox last week from the sweet and sound people at Fat Cat and, well, I was reminded of this scene almost immediately, not so much the music - though Philip Glass does creep around the edges, occasionally - but the atmosphere... music for falling... a softer, more benevolent version of the Laura Palmer 'falling in space' speech in Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me...
It starts in clouds of radio static*, whorls of sound, dipping in and out, the sounds sliding over each other like Autumn Cannibals... there's a touch of everything in there, echoes of Gorecki, even of Michael Nyman circa The Piano but burst through with the slow fog blasts of Nurse With Wound's Shipwrecked Radio series... there's Pauline Oliveros style drone pieces in here but they're mostly shot through with beautiful piano and cello... the kind of Cello that is evocative there's even little stuttering chunks of almost techno that crumble suddenly to reveal crystal clear piano motifs...
beautiful, beautiful stuff...
*Maybe I need to think about a post about the radio / static as instrument; thinking Chaostrophy, AMM...
there's Frank hitting the road in Ministry's Jesus Built My Hotrod, Fear Factory's Concrete, Mr Bungle's Squeeze Me Macaroni (and others), Green Day's version of My Generation...
...by a process of tired cerebral scrambles, writing the stuff below and posting the picture set a chain of events into motion which made me think of this:
which I've never seen but always like the video sleeve in second-hand shops and then that made me think of:
Which I watched one night on late night TV because I thought it was the remake (it was during the brief period of time when I only watched remakes of earlier movies, an experiment abandoned forever with the release of the Nicholas Cage version of The Wicker Man).
Vaguely remembering this caught me in a moment which from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to(etc):
an album I bought for 50p but never really heard since it was warped and bowed beyond even the careful application of curling tongs and a hairdryer, unless that is the warps and pops and slow-slow-quickquick-slow grooves really were part of the record and Jane were further out than I thought...
