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Through their work in Charalambides and No Neck Blues Band respectively, Tom Carter and Pat Murano have earned themselves a formidable reputation within the world of psychedelically-tinged guitar improvisation. So you know that you are in safe hands with Kawnyarna, their new collaboration on Dub Ditch Picnic.

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Kawnyarna by Tom Carter & Pat Murano 1 review. Add your own review. 8/10
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8/10 Staff review, 29 September 2015

This noise accident comes from Tom Carter (of Charalambides, a group founded with fellow guitar ‘n’ voice experimentalist Christina Carter) and Pat Murano (of the legendary but also rather disorientating No Neck Blues Band). Together for just two pieces of improvisational murk, they lock in and out of non-solos that gulp, tremble, disappear and oscillate, in no particular order towards no particular atmosphere. At times it sounds something like one of Godspeed’s desolate wasteland moments playing with a higher reverence for discordance; at others there’s a noisy, splintering sparsity you might imagine Loren Connors to make if he was even remotely evil; thirteen minutes into the first suite, they even lock into a rhythm of sorts, a Krauty, hypnotic groove among a buffet of squalor.

The second suite builds from little guitar pulsations that make for a mechanical ambience, doubling up with thrummed notes that rival the abstract and minimalist math rock of Storm & Stress. Considering they’re making improvisational noise, it sounds rather serene, the duo plucking a nice scene out of nowhere. Eventually some guttural reverberations come and fuck everything up, but isn’t fucking everything up the bedrock upon which improv was founded? 


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