Ex Easter Island Head-Norther
an apt title for the strange and multi-faceted sound of their new album that now descends upon the world at large: ever shifting, a multiplicity of sounds both acoustic and manipulated, and yet one that still moves as part of a single mighty breeze.at times it might recall the experiments of rhys chatham and glenn branca, the widescreen beauty of the necks, the relentless experimentation of arnold dreyblatt or the boundary-pushing roster of kompakt records, yet ultimately this is music that has no direct compare. each of its six pieces demonstrates a different creative process. on blossoming opener ‘weather’, whirring motors dance fairy-like atop strings and drums; on the dizzying ‘magnetic language’ voices are played back through phones and amplified through pickups made of magnets wrapped in copper wire; the title of ‘golden bridges’ refers to the brass rods the band shift beneath the strings of their guitar. all, however, tap to one degree or another into that abiding theme of the weather.
an apt title for the strange and multi-faceted sound of their new album that now descends upon the world at large: ever shifting, a multiplicity of sounds both acoustic and manipulated, and yet one that still moves as part of a single mighty breeze.at times it might recall the experiments of rhys chatham and glenn branca, the widescreen beauty of the necks, the relentless experimentation of arnold dreyblatt or the boundary-pushing roster of kompakt records, yet ultimately this is music that has no direct compare. each of its six pieces demonstrates a different creative process. on blossoming opener ‘weather’, whirring motors dance fairy-like atop strings and drums; on the dizzying ‘magnetic language’ voices are played back through phones and amplified through pickups made of magnets wrapped in copper wire; the title of ‘golden bridges’ refers to the brass rods the band shift beneath the strings of their guitar. all, however, tap to one degree or another into that abiding theme of the weather.
an apt title for the strange and multi-faceted sound of their new album that now descends upon the world at large: ever shifting, a multiplicity of sounds both acoustic and manipulated, and yet one that still moves as part of a single mighty breeze.at times it might recall the experiments of rhys chatham and glenn branca, the widescreen beauty of the necks, the relentless experimentation of arnold dreyblatt or the boundary-pushing roster of kompakt records, yet ultimately this is music that has no direct compare. each of its six pieces demonstrates a different creative process. on blossoming opener ‘weather’, whirring motors dance fairy-like atop strings and drums; on the dizzying ‘magnetic language’ voices are played back through phones and amplified through pickups made of magnets wrapped in copper wire; the title of ‘golden bridges’ refers to the brass rods the band shift beneath the strings of their guitar. all, however, tap to one degree or another into that abiding theme of the weather.