This white vinyl release of Enrico Coniglio's, aka My Home, Sinking, 'King of Corns' is as special as the music itself, a bucolic, meditative rumination on melancholia, assembled from the building blocks of gentle folk guitar, lilting harmonica and illuminating, dramatic vocals. Sometimes sweet, sometimes frenzied, this is a gorgeous album.
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Enrico Coniglio is a Venetian, a guitarist, a sound recordist and a human with a particular sensitivity to the beauty in the landscape around him. As a sound artist and multi-disciplined musician through his My Home, Sinking guise, he seems to have a definite ability to translate both the Lovely and the Perilous in his World into sounds, tonalities and textures; he weaves the magic into a rich tapestry for our listening pleasure. It’s a magnificent feast for the senses, this; the music, the artwork, the lavish gatefold packaging… the tiny details which make up the whole canvas of sound. Each listen of King of Corns opens up more microcosms and miniature sound-worlds in which to become immersed; opportunities to forget your own world, your own troubles, your own self.
At the heart of this record there’s one long out-breath of deep contentedness, infused with a sense of melancholy of the outside world. That sigh is an encouragement; an invitation... Its wispy tendrils reach out and enfold you so slowly you’ll barely notice until you become powerless to resist; it’s too late, you’re already snugly but tenderly cocooned; ensnared in this extremely, surreally enticing place. That’s not to say there aren’t dark moments, quite the opposite in fact: there’s a rich seam of the Gothic permeating the substrata of this work. There’s an undertow of danger pulling us towards its black core; creeping, sparse, plucked strings -- a rhythmic lull of piano -- rustles of who-can-guess-what in the wind. Coniglio plays guitars, harmonica, organ, melodica, psalter, assorted found objects and field recordings. It’s all so delicate yet so substantive, so beautifully paced and placed together.
Add to the mix some stellar contributions: James Murray, whose icy-cool electronics complement Jessica Constable’s jet-black vocal performance on ‘Full Blank (No Stars)’ to eerie perfection (her startling voice rings through on the haunting title track) -- the apocalyptic yet resignedly satisfied ‘I Can’t Help It (But This Is The End)’ featuring Chantal Acda’s guiding voice through a maze of end-times emotions culminating in acceptance, and Peter Paul Gallo’s hushed vibraphone. And I mustn’t forget Violeta Päivänkakkara (‘Animating Old Postcards’) whose Finnish vocal lyrically, gently lead the way through a misty land of intense enchantment.
All in all, ‘King of Corns’ is quite the most absorbingly atmospheric body of work I have enjoyed in a very long time. Just lie back and let it draw you in.
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