Melt Into Nothing by Ensemble Economique

“Melt Into Nothing” is Ensemble Economique’s most lucid seance to date. The prolific Humboldt County musician has stripped layers off of his trademark haze but retained the beautiful desolation that’s earned him a rabid fanbase. The solo project of former Starving Weirdos member Brian Pyle, Ensemble Economique has crossed a land bridge from apocryphal world music and dusty soundtracks to gauzy 4AD-style atmospherics. Trellises of guitar embolden Pyle’s whispered, threadbare lyrics. On “Hey Baby”, the itinerant tone feels like an update on Neil Young’s stark and beautiful soundtrack for Jarmusch’s “Dead Man”. “Melt Into Nothing”, like that beautiful film music, evokes the great American expanse. Field recordings slip in and out of the mix. On “Fade for Miles”, Pyle’s adroit effects and backwards tape manipulation make the long trail on his vocals fade into waves on a rocky beach.

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Melt Into Nothing by Ensemble Economique
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9/10 Mike 17 July 2014
The label-hopping Ensemble Economique, aka Brian Pyle, is back on Denovali this week with 'Melt Into Nothing', complete with a tantalising sticker blurb saying it's "his most alluring and melodic material to date. Expect nothing less than a shoe gaze/dream pop classic."   High praise indeed, and thankfully not just empty words as Pyle really is on inspired form here, providing the most distilled and concise document of his wispy, dream-like atmospherics I've heard. There are more vocals than I've noticed on previous records, lifting his delicately balanced texturescapes into more concisely structured forms, but still with that languid, feverish slow-oozing indulgence that make his other records so satisfying. They're buried and blurred in arcs of synth and guitar that glide and shudder in a spectral ambiance like an extra-ghosted take on classic era 4AD, with field recordings subtly edging in and out of the milky soup. The songwriting reminds me in places of the mogadon post-punk of S ND Y P RL RS but here it's allowed to unfold calmly without white-hot distortion smothering everything.   Absolutely superb, the sticker was right, I'd listen to it all day if I didn't have a massive pile of other records to write about.



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