Mere - Mere (CD)

How do you pronounce Gizeh? Is it like how Yosser Hughes would once have requested, in casual earnestness, for a job? Or is it a little more distinguished and pretentious than that? And are these post-rock releasing types aware that they share a name with both a smoking accessories firm from Germany and a thong sandal manufacturer of some repute? This isn’t music that particularly discourages either activity, I have been known to wear sandals and smoke simultaneously and only ever burnt my toes the once.

“Stop wittering Dangerhorse!” I sense you scream impatiently “You’re such an unfunny tithead!” Well, I had to let this fusion of free mellow jazz, earthy post-rock rattle and metallic drone proper infiltrate my consciousness didn’t I? Also, I don’t know what to write about this kinda shit any more - Mere’s music is of that loose organic improvised style that requires a session of quiet, peaceful immersion, of sitting cross legged on the floor with eyes lightly closed, plumes of joss stick smoke wafting up yr nose and it also demands to be enjoyed in environs where the lighting is low. I think anyway. This is very good indeed, three brooding and sensual movements bringing out the very best of the three players involved. I also dig the intimacy of the mastering, the live sound is very tactile here and envelopes your mind most nicely.