Friday, February 25, 2011

Lucid Culture posts "CII: Second Son" review

"Trying to follow up a classic is inevitably a thankless task. What do you do after you’ve recorded your Dark Side of the Moon, written your Foundation trilogy or painted your Starry Night? Conventional wisdom is that it’s time to move on, completely shift gears, flip the script and defy comparisons with your masterpiece, even if it might need a concluding chapter. Veteran California art-rock band 17 Pygmies have taken the hard road with their new album CII: Second Son, a sequel to their 2008 tour de force Celestina. That album, based on a short story about love and betrayal in outer space by guitarist/bandleader Jackson Del Rey, is a lavish, majestic, cruelly beautiful song cycle (we picked it as one of the 1000 best albums of all time). This one is similar, right down to the elegant silver packaging, but it’s more of an instrumental suite, sort of like Twin Peaks in outer space. Again, it’s based on a Del Rey short story, a twisted, Rod Serling-style cliffhanger included in the cd booklet. If the plot is to be taken on face value, heaven is autotuned: which makes it…what? You figure it out.

The opening instrumental sets the stage. It’s a retro 50s noir pop theme done as lushly orchestrated space rock, Angelo Badalamenti meets ELO at their eeriest circa 1980. With layers of guitar synthesizer, electric piano and string synth, it’s a lush, hypnotic wash of sound. They follow it with the first of only two vocal numbers, a 6/8 ballad sung with quietly menacing relish by keyboardist Meg Maryatt (who thankfully is not autotuned) which illustrates the story, that she’s landed in a place that’s too good to be true. Richly interwoven themes and textures follow: creepy music box electric piano, an ominous March of the Robots, backward masking, mellotron, pulsing waves of sound and a mantra of “shut down this process” that repeats again and again.

A variation on the ballad emerges from a long, hypnotic vamp: “There’s a hole in the sky,” Maryatt intones, spellbound, and then the strings go totally Hitchcock, fluttering with horror. “The sky, cold to the sight…” White noise echoes; an offcenter piano waltz, disjointedly disquieting synthy interlude and something of an operatic crescendo with a spooky choir give way to distant, starlit piano that morphs unexpectedly into a methodical, slightly funky Atomheart Mother-style art-rock vamp with distorted guitar and organ. They leave it there on an unfinished note. On one level, it’s a pity all this grandeur and suspense has such a hard act to follow. On the other hand, as lush, unselfconsciously beautiful psychedelia, it stands on its own. And as Del Rey has made pretty clear, this story isn’t over yet: if this is Foundation and Empire, we have what will hopefully be his Second Foundation to look forward to at some future time. It’s out now on Trakwerx."

Posted by delarue Feb 25, 2011

Monday, February 14, 2011

Terrascope reviews Cult With No Name - "Adrenalin"

January 2011

Cult With No Name are a London duo, Erik Stein and Jon Boux, whose brand of haunting melancholia now finds a home on their fourth album of electro-ballads, "Adrenalin." Opener 'This Time' is essentially piano and synth, with slightly drawled, half-sung vocals that reminded me a little of The Pet Shop Boys, albeit slower, darker and lower - there's a little Mercury Rev thrown in there too. Anyway, it's a unique voice that fits the material perfectly. Most of the tracks build slowly and are presented in reverb-heavy, albeit spare, mixes. 'Lies-all-lies-all-lies' is a highlight, reminding me again of Mercury Rev, while 'Youlogy' takes a strummed acoustic guitar and a cosmic synth to under pin the narcoleptic vocals. 'Gone,' with its conversational vocal and emotive piano part, is a particularly haunting track, while 'Breathing' has more than a hint of classic 'eighties electro style, with its PSB synth and rattling drum machine - another album highlight. '7' and '-7' pair off to perfection, helped by Catherine Morgan's spectral trumpet, while album closer 'Generation That's' patters off to a quiet, satisfying conclusion. "Adrenalin" is an enigmatic work of considerable beauty, and comes recommended for that alone. (www.cultwithnoname.com)