Recommended by us on 13th May 2011
...according to our Mike on Thu 12 May, 2011.
More fucked up lo-fi noise coming your way courtesy of Siltbreeze. It's been four years since the last Pink Reason album and this latest offering starts out in uncompromising fashion, with horrible lo-fi drones giving way to a nasty glitchy drum'n'bass beat that seems to have been warped and decayed by repeated tapings and retapings as hollow vocals croak imperceptibly in the background. Then the second track's more of a shoegazey number. This guy really has a feel for how to get the best out of the graininess of the recordings he makes, there's a real depth of texture to the sounds here. In the third and final track on the first side the vocals sound much crisper and he sounds an awful lot like Ian Curtis backed by Times New Viking, real garagey. And on to side B...the first track here is the shortest on the record and sounds like a really messy and discordant version of Michael Gira's Angels of Light material, and then we're back to a long track of drifting shoegaze. There's so much to take in at parts of this record that these slow-burners really give a chance for the music to breathe and allow the burnt-out tones he creates to really shine through. Even though all the tracks are so different there's a real confidence of vision throughout that keeps this record from descending into a total mess. Ah, and we're onto the final track. This one's started out with acoustic guitar and...is that a banjo? I think that's a banjo. This is some sort of psych-folk instrumental thing now. There's a dissonant flute solo, and very basic percussion that seems to pretty much just be a cowbell and someone hitting a box, and now it's finished. A very imaginitive record. I'd imagine you'll still be spotting new things buried in the fuzz several listens down the line.
In the four years since Siltbreeze released Pink Reason's Cleaning the Mirror, Kevin DeBroux's subsequent singles and EPs have been concise, individual statements, together charting an atlas of depression and the struggles with a darkness that threaten to swallow him up every day. Compressed into Debroux's five- and six-minute songs are weeks, months and years of labor and experience, not the least of which are his travels to places where he catalyzed and received underground energies-from Wisconsin and Ohio, through Melbourne and Santiago de Chile, to New York City. Try to map out how these songs are put together, and one finds that the apparent simplicity of DeBroux's riffs and chord progressions gives way to an epic complexity. Now that the dust is settling and the commercial concerns of a thousand "lo-fi" projects have vacated the underground for a better life in the dorm rooms of America, the influence of Cleaning the Mirror on the past half-decade is clear. And DeBroux is still here, using cheap technology, creating rich, enveloping psychological environments, giving voice to a restless inner life-manifesting drum-and-bass beats, hardcore dissonance, Ian MacCulloch's larynx-and blooming like sunflowers amid the debris.
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