Showing posts with label Canada. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Canada. Show all posts

Wednesday 6 September 2023

Potatohead People "Mellow Fantasy" (2020)

Mellow Fantasy, a breezy affair of performative Jazz Hop. Slick in design and execution, the Jazz Fusion adjacent instrumental artistry of this dynamic duo indulges in soft affable tunefulness. One can "tune in and tune out", an effortless listen. A feathery glow blows in the winds of every track, a cushy soothing groove, infusing dauntless jives within an airy carefree stride, letting its plentiful good vibes flow forth.

Hidden Levels breaks its relaxed stride. Injecting a quirky baseline, its harder bass kick thump gets rocking with the arrival of infectious claps. Forrest Mortifee illuminates this track with a colorful timid tenderness in voice, swaying on the songs texture with a breathy performance reminiscent of Hiatus Kaiyote's Nal Palm. The theme returns twice with both Bunnie and Kendra Dias bringing 90s R&B voices to the fold.

This highlights the albums structure, alternating collaborations with rapers and singers between shorter instrumental cuts. This time, less emphasis is placed on lead instruments, serving more as a slice of cool atmosphere between its voiced chops. Although I missed this dexterous dazzle of melodic manifestation, the bigger picture is a consistent vibe, nailed exquisitely. All pieces present fit this pleasant puzzle.

Rating: 7/10

Friday 18 August 2023

Potatohead People "Nick & Astro's Guide To The Galaxy" (2018)

 

 Reveling in the merits of predecessor Big Luxury, the Potatohead People duo, Nick Wisdom and Astrological, return with another Jazz Hop indulgence. Again, the quality of compositions on display set it apart from expectant groovy indulgences of the genre. Sung choruses, guest rap verses and instrument solos break up the looped foundations. The beats are class, slick jazzy moods frequently leaning into G-Funk and dreamy detours as spurts of soft instrumentation and reverb ups the indulgence.

Last outing, guest verses and lyrics illuminated the runtime. This time, its instrumental cuts grab attention as the songs drift with non linear feeling. The core rhythms stand firm but around them breezy Sax solos, dreamy acoustic guitar licks and Jazz Fusion keyboard tones wrap the groove in organic expression. Especially captivating is the closer Rituals. Its eclectic pull of glitched vocals, gritty saw bass and House pianos acts as a closing novelty you could imagine fitting snugly on a 90s Trip Hop record.

Ultimately, its not too dissimilar a project with a similar flow. The pair lean into a more diverse source of inspirations which they wield to fit their mold. The result tips the scales as its interesting assembly of sounds gets to flourish in the spotlight. The beats built for rhymes come rigid and stiff in contrast. The raps contributed by guests Illa J and the like, have less of an impact than before. Either way, its another quality Jazz Hop craft to pluck out some personal favorites from, that I'm sure will last with time.

Rating: 7/10

Friday 28 July 2023

Potatohead People "Big Luxury" (2015)

 

 Cut from the cloth of its era, here lies a Jazz Hop record with distinction. Big Luxury stands apart among a then blossoming scene. Although only catching it recently, an ear is turned for this favored niche. With uplifted spirit and endearing warmth, the duo behind these snappy beats conjure classic feel-good vibes reminiscent of Summer Time and other Hip Hop party hits. Its pacing and staying power arrives through the aid of soulful vocals and conscious Raps, complimenting these infectious grooves.

With a sensible touch, the assembly of percussion, samples and fine instrumentation simplifies in the presence of human voices. On the flip-side, these instrumentals lean into Jazz Fusion ideals with grooving lead melodies to dazzle and delight. Blue Charms echos charisma heard before with Plini, high praise no doubt. This layer of personality above the well executed beats is where the magic lies as a unique Jazz Hop adventure is forged through gorgeous instrument aesthetics crooning on the vibe.

There it is in a nutshell, a brief twenty eight minutes journeying through the traditions of rhyme and rhythm, gracefully detouring to an adjacent sound and doing it with class. Jazzy samples over drum arrangements has been saturated with time but this duo had something deeper to bring to the table. Further exploration is required!

Rating: 7/10

Tuesday 28 February 2023

Len "You Can't Stop The Bum Rush" (1999)

If mid 80's Hip Hop with its clunky grooves, fun but dated rhyming tropes is your niche, then You Can't Stop The Bum Rush might just float your boat. I'm quite partial to the era, however Canadian group Len's millennium offering has little to add aesthetically, essentially a stiff nostalgic resurrection. Its bizarre his how eclectic and interwoven with other genres this record is, however the music isn't all as fluent.

Echo's of classic 70s Electronic music to the likes of Kraftwerk emerge, as a string of songs foray into crossover with Hip Hop the likes of Afrika Bambaataa once flirted with. Loaded with body popping vibes and vibrant 808s, the authenticity should be sky high with legends Biz Markie and Kurtis Blow hopping onboard to lend their voices. Despite this, the lack of reach to new territory has a stale energy about it.

After Cold Chillin the flow looses pace, ditching the Hip Hip beats to explore Rock, Punk Rock, Pop and Jazzy vibes to see the record out. Although its nice to hear such diversity, only June Bug swoons with its easy flow and gentle singing. Of course, the albums star is Steal My Sunshine, a massive hit known the world over. An oddity, considering how little of its charm gets echoed elsewhere. Worth a listen but quite mediocre.

Rating: 4/10

Sunday 19 February 2023

Skinny Puppy "Rabies" (1989)

 

Where this journey ends, others shall begin. Having occupied a fair portion of my auditory real estate, I've come conclude there is little left for these Canadian Industrial pioneers to offer. Despite legendary status among the Industrial Metal I adore, the unearthing of the disjointed musical ideas that informed them has become a dull drone. On this fifth outing, Skinny Puppy recycle their dissident formula for dystopian soundscapes again. Lined with malfeasant movie snippet samples, inhuman percussion and jolting baselines, Rabies oddly offers the most accessible incarnation yet. Even so, its mediocrity has songs failing to favor themselves with memorability beyond brief surges of unsettling noise and claustrophobic vocal distortions.

A few songs are distinguished with a new dimension for the group. A metallic drive, as Al Jourgensen of Ministry lends his guitar craft to his musical idols. Thrusts of enthused yet blunt distortion riffs grind in repetition to lend a familiar aesthetic. Sadly the meld is a dull one, perhaps peaking with Facist Jock Itch, although its rampant snare drum abuse is a grating one. Other than this chemistry of note, the records aesthetic and atmosphere echos so much I've adored of their influence yet again fails to connect. Warlock manages a special moment, its alien vocals emoting deep pains with fascinating guile. As its concludes, the rising synths birth something unique. It reminds me fondly of Dysmorphik. There are more records in the catalog but currently the exploration seems futile and thus another journey concludes itself.

Rating: 4/10

Friday 23 December 2022

Skinny Puppy "Vivisectvi" (1988)

 

Stylized as VIVIsectVI, this fourth machination of darkly Industrial and sporadic electro tones is one I vaguely remember from over twenty years ago. Revisiting it has not rekindled any youthful memories or sparked any further intrigue in Skinny Puppy. Once again the approach of Ogre and Key alludes me. Their dystopian soundscapes running detached from a convention I'd connect with, like groove or atmosphere.

Harsh drum machine percussion pounds its persistent drone, a shuffling assault of stabs and jerking motions as jolty synth basslines busy themselves with energetic resolve. A persistent theme arises once again, the emerging instrumental pallet heard better used by others later on. Vivisectvi has its moments of chemistry, often brief and wedged between Ogre's bare screams, grisly spoken shouts and plenty of sampled snippets that attend to emphasizing a darker side of society and human behavior.

For me, this one barely amounts to more than the sum of its parts, however for the year I can see how fresh and different this experience might of been. Vivisectvi bridges its fidelity into a more digestible format, the music sounding visible. Crisper instruments and synthetic instruments play boldly. Where it looses me is after Testure, another notably Synthpop adjacent song with melodic convention and gleaming bells juxtaposing the dystopian madness with a touch of hopefully, if not naive, light.

With a touch of Dejavu, the record descends into a sprawl of chaotic ideas after this song. State Aid and beyond leans hard into distortion and battering percussion, never quite recovering the atmosphere once flirted with. I've heard these ideas re-imagined by others further down the line and packaged so much better. I can give it merit for exploring these grounds but the end result isn't satisfying, simply of curious nature.

Rating: 4/10

Monday 12 December 2022

Skinny Puppy "Cleanse Fold And Manipulate" (1987)

 
 
Fine tuning the dials of its industrious abandon for a noteably consistent peruse through nightmarish dystopias, Skinny Puppy loses any spark on this third and fiendishly monotonous outing. Its opening however, suggests new ground as janky and flustered bursts of softening symth seem organized. They spew murky unease alongside subtle sensibilities that suggest a slight Synthpop influence. One can hear a keen sampling of Kraftwork on First Aid. The following Addicition strides to a cohesive expression, where its disjointed elements cast a worried spell of personal struggle and abuse, between injections of obnoxious samples that brake up Orge's snarly shouts.

And then a sudden descent into mediocrity, every following song until conclusion seeming to allude any potent melody or enticing chemistry beyond its disheveled industrial exterior. Broken baselines thrust notes forth between the shuffling of metallic percussion, banging and clattering along without a settled rhythm. In flood samples and crude hissing shouts that too fail in amounting to anything of merit. Despite this extended lull, one hears an occasion echo of some aesthetic chemistry, to be repeated by Industrial Metal juggernauts to come. Other than that, it lacks on all fronts.

Rating: 2/10

Wednesday 7 December 2022

Backxwash "His Happiness Shall Come First Even Though We Are Suffering" (2022)

Traversing deeper into painful themes that have defined Backxwash's raw, hopeless expressions, this newest installment of darkness suffers familiarity. Scarcely making ground on I Lie Here Buried With My Rings And My Dresses, an unhinged rattle of caustic demonic beats accompany now accustomed flows. They run formulaic as the Canadian rapper settles on her flat tone and biting cadence for another round lyrically battling her demons. Its plays as a war siren of distress, simmering in a difficult intersection of ignorance and bigotry. Select samples of pastors preaching illuminate these struggles aptly, focusing the records somewhat conceptual scope to a degree.

 His Happiness Shall Come First Even Though We Are Suffering sums itself up well. A tale of religiosity preaching division and judgement. Although not a sole focus, it fits a discomforting darkness felt through its rough instrumental abrasion, a continual unease suited to the evils parading as morals highlighted. When on point, a potent chemistry. Yet a lack of subtle bombast, groove or sensible musical appeals bounds it tightly to a thorny bed of pain. Weaving layers of disorienting noise, soft distortions and broody bass, gospel samples and estranged companions stir a wild atmosphere. These instruments peak curiosity but lack command of simple pleasures to sway one.

Almost brilliant yet a spark is missing, or just all too familiar. An issue becoming stark in Backxwash's cadences, especially later in the record, Juju a prime example. The hard rhyme inflection and pacing of words becomes repetitive and stale, adding to a sense of stagnating style. The albums ambient feeling one retreading horrors expressed before with an interchangeable nature. One distinction apparent this outing were a select few songs hiding uplifting or beautiful instruments within its mix, burying them a dense darkness, occasionally surfacing them for false relief.

Rating: 7/10

Saturday 3 December 2022

Skinny Puppy "Mind: The Perpetual Intercourse" (1986)

Unlike the exploratory oddity predecessor Bites, Skinny Puppy's sophomore reeks of conceptualization. In presentation, aesthetic and an unwavering tone, Mind assaults the listener. With janky, discombobulated elctro-percussion, uneasy distorted samplings and the strained snarky chords of Nivek Ogre, one is plunged into a nightmare realm of their ghastly making. Striding into a rotten discomfort, these songs mostly build from unsettled origins into clusters of claustrophobic noise and howling.

Kicking off with One Time One Place, a restrained Ogre groans as airy synths brood in the distance, quite the spellbinding atmosphere. Its a navigation through pain and discomfort that's gratifying thanks to its soft melodic backing. Sadly, as the most accessible song, what follows descends into a madness with a specific shade lacking the allure to pull me in. These disjointed melodic phrases get roughly pushed aside by punchy Industrial drum kits with an assembly of noises seeming to only loosely fit together. Its hell bent on painting a dark and grisly dystopian soundscape and gets halfway there.

Despite having occasional spurts of curious chemistry to charm and capture ones attention, the janky nature of its inhuman rhythmic drive seems to steer the music into maddening piles of disorientation that ended up being my lasting impression. Some merits lay in aesthetic exploration, where intriguing Industrial textures emerged to be recycled by many more in the genre later on. Sadly though it didn't amount to much beyond the sum of its parts that became apparent after just a single spin.

Rating: 4/10

Saturday 26 November 2022

Skinny Puppy "Bites" (1985)

 

Prodded along by Spotify's recommendation system, I've finally delved into Industrial roots I'm well aware played a pivotal role in informing the likes of Ministry and Frank Klepacki, In turn influencing Rammstein and Timothy Steven Clarke. These influences alone are not strong enough to muster adoration. Repetition has certainly highlighted its musical sensibilities from abrasion and mechanized aesthetics but this familiarity still lingers on an oddity of curious obscurities, lacking a deeper emotional connection.

Bites' sequence of seventeen songs play like experiments of investigation. Musical elements are stripped, rearranged, emphasis pushed onto the unusual and bizarre in search of chemistry to conjure radical, dystopian emotions. In the context of its time, clearly a bold and luminous stride is undertaken into emerging territories. However the shadows of predecessors strip the unusual alien charms of its magic.

Many tracks are simply structured with brief repetitions of Elctro-Industrial noises. Sparse, softly physical percussion and sensible yet subtle melodies accompany. With obscure Horror samples, snarky unwelcoming vocals and other tidbits, the looping instrumentals are taken on psycho visual trips of inhuman suffering. Its resolutions converge on unsettling emotion, often paranoid and conspiratorial in nature yet oddly mellow in comparisons to other breeds of darkness that have been ventured too.

Riffling over these tracks one by one, its hard to pick distinguished ideas that amount to more than the sum of its parts. The album loads its more conventional songs upfront, melody more apparent. Then delves deeper into a string of unstructured noise experiments before landing on two warmer cuts in an obvious tone shift at the end. These were my favorite tracks, they spoke to a calmness one can mellow out with - a utility if you like. Skinny Puppy has been curious listen, one I will continue with.

Rating: 5/10

Monday 14 November 2022

Devin Townsend "Lightwork" (2022)

 

After two dubious lock-down escapades, Devin Townsend returns to form with familiar footing. Leaning into his glossed up, cloudy yet punchy production style, Lightwork makes fortunes of his friendly craft. With a familiar melodic styling, empowered voice and shimmering aesthetics, a listener is lavished with the finest, matured, wines.

After the rampant revival of prior paths walked on his Empath amalgamation, Dev's Heavy Metal antics of past get channeled to dramatic drifts and subtle surges of might potently deployed when asked of the music. Even extreme screams get buried, a deep rumble to electrify this synth tinged mesh of melodies resonating up top.

A theme of healing runs throughout. Dev's often soft timbre and gentle words stir a compassionate call to calmness on many occasion. The serine nature of steady acoustic melodies woven with sparkling synths seem a perfect match. Humble yet firm percussive grooves command the pace as a variety of instrument voices chime in.

Despite being so typical, once again Dev wins me over with his charm. However, Lightwork as a whole struggles after Call Of The Void. A shift to unsettled rhythms and quirky temperaments may be brief but the charming flow of its opening four isn't resolved again until a scaling epic, ten minute closer, Children Of God.

Rating: 6/10

Tuesday 7 June 2022

Sum 41 "Chuck" (2004)

 

Initially, the Canadian Pop Punk outfit Sum 41's fourth outing was supposed to be the most exciting! Hailed as their most metallic release, I was keen on seeing how their Pain For Pleasure and Reign In Pain tributes to classic Metal would manifest with a prominent roll. With their warm, poppy personalities stripped out, replaced by a glum tone looming over the record, the music isn't as appealing without that bright, upbeat streak of Skate Punk. Softly depressive, gently downtrodden and moody, the metallic pursuit leads the music to an angsty self-defeatist tone I failed to vibe with.

Given previous manifestations in the spirit of Judas Priest, Iron Maiden and Metallica, I was expecting more of that! The latter of which you do hear on occasion. Oddly, its the then dead Nu Metal genre that has its influences. The catchy lyrical cadences of Chester Bennington is obvious at times. More so Papa Roach of all bands. Many distinctive arrangements from Infest, both vocal and guitar driven, make themselves known, as well as a riff from System Of A Down. When turning to Metal, originality clearly is lacking and the chopping between contrasting styles is far from fluid.

Disappointed by the glum tone of Nu Metal influences, the Punk leanings get dragged along in that dreary spirit. The riffs are not as bright and chirpy, lyrics lack an emotional resolve once heard before and ultimately its mood is a drag. Of course it has its merits, catchy choruses and the occasional riff but I found myself pulled into those hopeless teenage moods id rather forget. You could say its personal bias however I'd defend how naked some of their musical compositions are in the shadows of others. It drowned out originality and left a sense of disappointment with me.

Rating: 5/10

Monday 23 May 2022

Sum 41 "Does This Look Infected?" (2002)

 

I've had nothing but fun with this cheap and cheerful record! Following up on a massive breakout with All Killer, No Filler, the Canadian Pop Punk outfit keep things simple and straightforward with a fraction of polish around the edges. Fast and fiery, the forty minutes of Does This Look Infected? storms out the gate with all energy intact. Keeping one foot on the gas, the band blaze through the motions with moments of dazzle and creativity as crafty vocal cadences, harmonies and interchanging guitar arrangements seem to frequently add spice to the mold these songs are cast from.

Lyrically, a similar sense of unrealized maturity emerges. The youthful angst, anger, adrenaline and notions of identity expressed get caught in a web of casual language. All to often does a streak of self awareness seem to offer a subtle antidote to teenage woes. It perhaps something I could of done with myself in those painful years. The only cheese I smelt came through their fun Beastie Boy raps, taking shots at the conformists suits! An amusing topic but one that seems far more relevant in youth.

The group have a streak of Heavy Metal adoration best pronounced with their Pain For Pleasure tribute. On this outing, Reign In Pain, the "Heavy Metal Jamboreee", follows this up and extends the style shift with World War 7 Part 2 to close the record out. These are significantly unpopular songs acording to Spotify but on the popular tunes, Still Waiting, No Brains, Mr.Amsterdam Billy Spleen, one can hear injections of classic Thrash Metal guitar riffs swiftly sliding into the solid Pop Punk structure.

Obviously, this is a delight to me. I do find it interesting how blunt of a Metallica riff they can just push into the albums biggest song... and it works! A lack of familiarity has aided greatly with this one, the lack of knowing and detachment of youthful memories was a breath of fresh air. I am sure this journey will get more exciting with the next installment, Chuck. I'm told it takes a much bigger shift towards Metal.

Rating: 7/10

Wednesday 11 May 2022

Sum 41 "Half Hour Of Power" (2000)

  

Released a year prior to All Killer, No Filler, the Canadian Pop Punkers debuted with this mini album, Half Hour Of Power. Its another suitable title to represent what awaits as the blaze though eleven fast and furious chops of bright, melodic, teenage Punk. Interspersed with brief stints from other genres, the group gather some distinction. Opening with Grab The Devil By The Horns, the original working of Pain For Pleasure, they may mislead with classic Heavy Metal leads, screams and riffs deployed as weapons of choice for the opening act. Its this metallic inclination that crops up again with spouts of aggression heard on T.H.T and Ride The Chariot To The Devil.

With a fun and goofy pivot, each of the lads showcase their Beastie Boys imitation raps on What We're All About. Its upbeat, tongue in cheek and a great laugh however Second Chance For Max Headroom's doesn't yield the same. Pivoting away from its dexterous, metallic, melodic leads that blaze away with pace, the switch into Ska as trumpets arrive on a new groove, was certainly less desirable. Its probably the one blemish were thees guys excel at having tremendous fun with their influence, which they put front and center.

Otherwise its mostly straight Pop Punk with great upbeat vibes. The lyrics release youthful grievances and teenage troubles against the backdrop of fast tempered drum grooves and power chord strumming. Most these songs could be interchanged onto All Killer, No Filler. Summer being the one song that made it over and I wouldn't say its the best on the record. Makes No Difference feels like single material, capturing that energy of Fat Lip and In Too Deep. The difference is the recording fidelity. This was obviously recorded on a lower budget yet the music overpowers as its thirty minutes are a blast!

Rating: 6/10

Sunday 1 May 2022

Sum 41 "All Killer, No Filler" (2001)


Talk about a blast from the past, my teenage days of lounging on the couch after school, watching MTV for hours on end have returned so vividly! As one of Pop Punk's best offerings, the four friends of Sum 41 rose to prominence off the back of two massive singles, In Too Deep and Fat Lip. Both songs still sound fantastic to this day. Banging out the warm bouncy riffs, fun light hearted raps and instantaneously catchy hooks, these songs are so hard not to like, which brings me to musical elitism.

I remember loving these songs, as well as Pain For Pleasure, immensely. I'm also positive I had this record and one other of theirs in my collection. I am guessing as my tastes turned darker and harder, my naive youthful elitist Metalhead mind purged this "pop music" from the archives. Now a couple decades on from those years, I'm quite fond of hearing Pop Punk of that 00s era whenever it happens to pass me by.

Either Green Day, The Offspring or Blink 182, which I supposedly hated at the time, I can't deny my love of their songs I'd heard on the Tony Hawks Pro Skater soundtracks over and over again. Spending time with All Killer No Filler hasn't exactly increased my appetite for the genre, in fact its the same as I remember but at least now I can enjoy the warm fuzzy feelings these guys extract for suburban teenage problems.

As the title suggests, the band blitz through their ideas on a string of briefer three minute songs. Its fast, lean and sharp, with mouthy attitudes shouting off. Its not aimed at anyone, or with any malice. The tone is bright, sunny and upbeat. Its vibes get interspersed with fast tempos, choppy riffs and fun aggression, a typical chemistry for the genre. Most these songs lyrics have the finger keenly on the pulse of ones own emotions, relationships and mental health. A term not in the vocabulary of the times.

Despite being keenly introspective, it all tends to be ankle deep and light hearted, straight forward expressions, often airing out grievances and frustrations over suburban teenage issues, all with a decent spirit. Strangely I didn't find much of the lyrics cringe or typically angsty, the sort you'd find in embarrassing reflections on youthful ignorance. Even the anti conformity lyrical chants of Fat Lip hold up.

Lastly, Sum 41 have a slightly metallic edge. It doesn't manifest often, one or two "heavy riffs" and blazing guitar solos nod to their other influence. They give a wonderful tribute to Judas Priest with the albums closer Pain For Pleasure. Its quite possibly one of the best executed imitations of Priest you'll ever hear. It gives credit to the musicianship of these individuals who step into a genre easy to emulate yet hard to rise to the top of, which they did if you count music sales and chart success as a measurement. I've always been curious about doing a dive into Pop Punk but my time with this record didn't connect deeply. Had I gravitated to it in my youth, I'm sure I'd consider this a classic!

Rating: 7/10

Sunday 23 January 2022

The Weeknd "Dawn FM" (2022)

Having made waves with his retro inspired After Hours, The Weekend returns two years on with Dawn FM. Leaning deeper into the nostalgia of 80s Pop music and aesthetics of Synthwave, this sixteen track dive sustains more of an album experience that its predecessor. Equally, without a spearhead song like Blinding Lights, it endures with consistency of mood. One can simply dip in at any point and relax with easy vibes, breezy cruising instrumentals and wonderful falsetto singing. So often do those high notes become the peak in this narrow range of creative avenues explored.

Thematically structured around the concept of an ethereal radio station, a handful of its spaced apart interludes play like broadcast ads. Decoded, its theme of suspension in limbo signals a direction out for the listener. Its a wonderful tie in, melding the overall mood with a bigger picture. The album doesn't peer into the unease or eeriness of the situation but essentially forges a link with its retroactive stylistic inspirations, as if the lyrical narratives explored reflect on memories gone by.

The lyrics themselves often linger on relationships, love and heartbreak with a common "looking back" perspective. Luckily his voice is charming, a soft and strong flow that can gracefully sweep between notes, lingering on them with emotion and passion in the vibrations. That's where the feeling is felt for me. Lyrically the concepts are often simple, straightforward and in the latter half of the track listing tend to feel rather shallow in terms of depth. The words recycled are unimaginative lines and sentences from love songs Ive heard done to death by many an artist before him.

Dawn FM shines consistently on its instrumental front. Its glossy, lush, spacy synths bring a sweet indulgence fit for its upbeat tempos and lazy slow riding grooves too. The easy going nature of Pop music is treated to an inspired aesthetic. The balance takes the better aspects of Synthwave tones without hounding them into the ground as many artist in this Retrowave movement do. On occasion The Weeknd and his production team lean hard into the buzz saws, psychedelic synth and punchy drums but its always timely and apt. Rarely do they loose focus on the underlying structure.

That brings me to the next strength of this record, song writing. Without anything to ambitious taking place, the stellar aesthetics and crooning moods seem to zap away the repetition and cycle of the verse chorus loop. Its there with the occasional shake up and interludes creating a series of soft "events" on the journey. Although not involved in song writing, Quincy Jones turns up for an interlude to see in Out Of Time. Its a seriously classic Michael Jackson alike song. It highlights a similarity in his vocal style with the King Of Pop and the instrumental pops like a PYT or Rock With You.

And that's what underpins many of the albums best songs, the brilliance of instrument variety ushering in soft plucks of guitar melody between gushes of vibrant synth and timely rock grooves. Its the subtle characterizations of Funk, Soul, R&B and Pop in the performance, beneath its oozy synth aesthetic, that make the magic. Its a true hail to the likes of Quincy. Sadly that is mostly speaking to the first half of the record as past the feature with Tyler The Creator, the gears shift pace quite notably as that song slows the pacing, cutting out the drums and transitioning us into a gentler intensity.

Its in this second half that the music tends to veer away from the variety and qualities heard on its opening stretch. The lyrics get watered down, pacing lulls on dreamy tempos and the Synthwave aesthetic grow into the main focus. We are not talking about every song but to my ears Dawn FM feels very front-loaded. Its opening tracks are truly remarkable and a peak of this era of music. Short and sweet would of been a better approach here, in aims of a classic. As a longer, drawn out, experience it does do a great job of suspending one in its spell. Either way, an impressive record!

Favorite Tracks: Sacrifice, Out of Time

Rating: 7/10

Sunday 26 December 2021

Devin Townsend "The Puzzle" (2021)

 

Having heard the story of The Puzzle unfold through The Devin Townsend Podcast, this album is an expected disappointment. That's not to say the music here isn't to be enjoyed but It seems the activity at play hasn't produced anything special other than a meandering ambient detour. It groans and croaks with oddities between its often smoothed out exterior. It felt like this would be the case. Hit by last years lock-down woes, Devin set out to collaborate with his colleagues online, given the situation.

Stumbling into his own musical puzzle, Dev found himself intrigued by the task of assembling together all the pieces his fellow musicians sent him. As suspected, the curiosity of such an interesting and difficult task mostly remains with him alone. For this listener, the outlines of each piece are blurry and its final composition seems more like wedged pieces lining up to be stretched and twisted into shape than a picture.

The Ambient framework is a crutch that has an array of bold musical ideas punching through its pale tranquility. From whirls of machinery electronics, to guttural shouts and spoken word. Pan flute adventures, whispering vocals and choirs in unison. Dramatic pianos, animated drum fills and frenetic Saxophone leads. These wild variety of contributions never quite escape themselves, however which such a deep web of sounds, its hard to know where his contemporaries parts start and end.

With that though comes a fair helping of obvious offerings that get wedged in, feeling indifferent and out of step with the vibe and pace, mostly because it meanders and uses foggy washes of sound to transition and move in any direction. It all just feels a little meaningless and where Dev leans on his traditional stylings, they too emerge from the haze rather than setting structure and form which would off aided this greatly. As said, this was a expected disappointment. A difficult task for any musician. I didn't expect much other than a couple of curious listens and that is all I got.

Rating: 4/10

Tuesday 14 December 2021

Devin Townsend "Snuggles" (2021)


Having followed along with the Devin Townsend Podcasts during the pandemic, the unfolding story of this particular record has loosened in my mind after several release delays. I remember its counterpart, The Puzzle, as a project revolving around distant creative collaborations in which Devin has to figure out how the pieces fit together. This additional, shorter companion piece, locks in thirty eight minutes of ambient indulgences which feel like a refractive lens cast over the last twelve years.

It starts with a shift in tone that began with The Devin Townsend Project. The various inflections of ambience and a gentler still side of his craft emerging, this endowed some of those albums with soft flushes and swells of a calmer, serine energy. Much of that is explored here again as echos of acoustic guitars, pan flutes and electronic leads are engulfed in a wash of dense reverberations that play to his thick wall of sound production style. Even in such a mellow, soothing setting does Devin conjure a dense mist of cloudy ambiguous sound for us, the listeners, to fall into. Its a welcoming wash of warm colors and dazzling sparkles, continuously moving without intent. A gushing of easy tonality with no hint of anything remotely negative. 

It serves mostly as a background experience with all its moments seemingly falling in and out of each other, structure and direction left a miss. Its purpose too feels somewhat vague too as its aesthetic crown seems more like a veil of sound design than song writing with a point. As a result the whole thing drifts by like a care-free dream. A pleasant experience but one thats a little shapeless and without a proper focus on closer inspection. The one recurring theme I picked up on were the words "Its thee ocean" which seem to drift in and out of consciousness on occasion as Snuggles drones its way through its definitely snugly and fuzzy atmosphere.

Rating: 5/10

Friday 22 October 2021

Humanoid "Remembering Universe" (2008)

Reaching out from years gone by, my music archive now has many callings, records that carve their own niche and frequent the mind of this explorer. How I found Remembering Universe is a mystery to me now but I fondly remember the fascination with its cold and sombre astral temperament. As a Metal adjacent project, this acoustic guitar performance and its reverb soaked atmospheres glide from grace into tangles of abrasive complexity not far from metallic onslaught. With flourishes of cosmic sound design wedged in between its blooms of warm color feel chained to the shivering tone of its steel acoustic strings. Despite the name, it feels all so impersonal and inhuman, like an alien observation of wonders found through the universe.

The music is an indulgence of stringed instrumentation. With the textured bends and moody slides of a fretless base guitar accompanying this twelve string acoustic and "synth guitar", the Canadian musician operating under the name Humanoid pulls a warm range of texture and style from a small collection of instruments. Its style and atmospheric execution always felt so distinct to me yet with analytic ears I now hear similarities to the dexterous fretwork of Animals As Leaders & Gru. However this predates both of those, suggesting deeper origins in the Progressive Metal scene.

That is, however, just a footnote on this meandering journey of exotic, Jazzy instrumentation exploring ambiguous melody and distant moods through sways between simplicity and complexity. Its musical arrangements wander aimlessly, perusing its own passing by. Its most structured songs arrive in the four part Passages. It brings onboard distortion guitars for texture and an artsy, expressive drumming performance, devoid of simple beats to rock with, they groan and moan with surges of energy and moments of quite that lull between.

All in all, Remembering Universe is a very distinct project that's hard to put a finger on. Similar to some yet oddly alien, cosmic and cold. Although I have never been too overwhelmed by its company, the inhuman beauty and flushes of atmospheric winds have always called back to me. Its spell is calming and clambers into the background when one is preoccupied. The flow is sporadic, unstructured and its best moments are sprinkled throughout, however they have always warmed me.

Rating: 8/10

Saturday 10 July 2021

Backxwash "I Lie Here Buried With My Rings And My Dresses" (2021)

 

As a personally highly anticipated record, this one did not disappoint. God Has Nothing To Do With This grabbed my attention with its metallic crossover appeal, uniting the darkness available to Metal with the grittiness of Rap, uniting them with renewed artistry. I was swooned by the grabbing expressions and impressed by Backxwash's frothing flow. Returning a year later with this brief twenty two minute album, she's bottled the evil of the Sabbath inspired predecessor and unleashed it again in a darkly Rap context that flirts with the danger of channeled noise and anger.

As the record plays, it descends. The overall tone gradually lurches into the bowls of hell as drum grooves groan with the pains of its horrorscapes. Driven by deep, gritty and slow baselines, uncomfortable atmospheres are bred from noises that align conventions in an unsettling fashion. Distant screams, distorted voices and gritty Industrial sounds overcast the soft and subtle melodies that have an intentional lack of impact. Its design gives wake to the power of texture and aesthetic which powers the music forth on slabs of filthy, intriguing noise, guided by timely percussive patterns.

The lyrical content is harrowing. Is it the wrenching delivery gushing forth raw pain and hurt? The dark journeys the words walk us through, or the alarming concerns some of these tales turn up? At times its all three as Backxwash walks us through some troubling struggles. The tales of vulnerability, abuse and lack of support around transitioning and drug abuse are all to vivid. There is no cheese to be found, the malevolent tone of the record mirrors the underlying pain and suffering endured. 

The opening sample, purpose of pain is a rather underwhelming start but with reflection of the emotional narrative undertaken, it seems all to fitting that ones emotional pain extended to the wrongs of our environments. Clipping turns up an instrumental production for Blood In The Water on what feels like the "true" intro track. 666 In Luxaxa is an utterly fantastic repurposing of the jovial and spirited singing style one would associate with African music. Its misplacement in this darkness is fascinating. After a string of solo tracks, a slew of guests line for the last six tracks.

So many Hip Hop records feel routine with the roll of features but these collaborations feel so integral, defining the music with their presence. Ada Rock's scream rap hooks on the title track are simply unforgettable, sounding like a demonic entity raging with malice and spite. Wail Of The Banshee takes the win on my favorite Instrumental. Its a bleak and harrowing soundscape of human pain and torture, driven by monotone bass and slow drums that put all the emphasis on its evil, terrorizing aesthetic.

Like last time, I'm left floored, feeling like this album offers so much in its short duration that will continue revealing secrets from its dense textures for time come. Last time there was some uplift and reprise to be found in conclusion but this time we burn to ashes and ride out on a drive of speed and momentum as the music refuses to relent from its plunge into the abandon. Whats both beautiful yet glum is the dark attachment to reality. Much of the lyrics here are truly troubling.

Rating: 8/10