It’s humbling to think of how a single experiment could completely alter our perception of human consciousness and our experience of the universe. Hofmann’s contribution to the world has changed the shape of chemistry, psychology, art, music and spirituality forever. It’s also sad to think of how many people will never fully appreciate his work.
“Nothing matters aside from catharsis. The feeling of catharsis is what true people seek out. The problem is that virtually nobody is true anymore. Politics, religion, stock markets… It are these manmade things which people obsess over that is ruining everything. It is why people are loading up on anti-depressants and therapy sessions. Mankind created this demon of a system and most people are too busy on their cellphones to realize that this demon they feed and fund is the same thing that has ruined them. I can neither help nor save them. Misanthropy is the nautical map of my life. It has brought me true catharsis.”- ‘SGL’ Velvet Cacoon
One of the most mysterious and controversial Black Metal bands to come from the Pacific Northwest, Portland’s Velvet Cacoon play intensely atmospheric music partly inspired by radical environmentalism and the abuse of Dextromethorphan. The duo, known as ‘Josh’ (SGL) and ‘Angela’ (LVG), have been the subject of many bizarre rumors and hoaxes, giving their work an extreme, larger than life mystique. Stories of their asexuality, ‘ecofascist’ political beliefs, accusations of plagiarism, and the creation of their own diesel powered guitar (the ‘diesel harp’) have made the band the subject of heated discussion online and within the metal underground.
Despite the dubious nature of Velvet Cacoon, their sole ‘public’ album Genevieve is certainly a uncompromising masterpiece, possessing a claustrophobic and haunted beauty. The distorted guitar tone that dominates the mix sounds as if it was recorded underwater, adding to the oceanic themes evoked by the tracks “P.S. Nautical” and “Avalon Polo”. The cold and alien sound emitted from these blurred riffs is daunting, making the mystery of its creation ever more compelling. Deep, propulsive drum machine rolls provide the current for these black pools, moving at a constant, unchanging rhythm that palpitates like a terrified heartbeat. Strange, distant vocals whisper and hiss in the shadows, providing a menacing and ghostly presence to the ruminations. The entire experience is enveloping, opening black holes to suck in all light and emotion, leaving you to contemplate the harsh throes of the universe. While Genevieve may initially sound disturbing, it is also a hypnotic and existential listen, instigating deep reflection and wonder long after the bleak ambient closer “Bete Noir” has faded to black.
For its dark, natural (and supernatural) overtones, Genevieve is a rare musical experience that presents emotional and intellectual challenges that will be sure to stick with the attuned listener. Anyone interested in the work of Burzum, Wolves in the Throne Room and Sunn O))) will find much to like here, as Velvet Cacoon shares many aesthetic elements with those acts. I also recommend reading the rare interviews with the band, as they discuss the controversies surrounding their work as well as their esoteric views on drug use, sexuality, the environment and the universe. While some of their views may be odd and provocative, they certainly are intelligently put and make for an interesting read.
Tokyo’s Boris have continually proved themselves to be one of the world’s premier drone bands, expanding their sound to encompass everything from punk to psychedelic styles, notoriously creating noisy and feedback drenched epics that make your ears bleed and your synapses melt. The tradition carries on to their latest full length Smile, which has finally come to grace the shores of the Western Hemisphere.
While Smile isn’t nearly as awe-inspiring as last year’s Rock Dream, or even 2005’s more punk inspired Pink, it still packs an enormous punch, with a flair for monstrous riffs and echoing distortion. Those accustomed to Boris’ inhuman use of gritty noise and electronic effects will find much comfort here, as their sound is still massive and overpowering. Making this release standout though is the inclusion of simmering melodies that peak in from time to time, as drawn out Japanese vocals careen across in slow crescendos, just before the songs are set aflame by processed guitar fuzz.
Despite Boris’ dabbling in experimental bass loops, effects and even some catchy hooks, many of these jams meander, becoming self-indulgent acts of amp worship that drains your emotions and your attention span. I’m sure more seasoned ears will appreciate the near 20 minute “You Were Holding an Umbrella (Pt. 2)”, but I just found the whole affair to be excessive. Smile may not be breaking new ground for Boris, but it does showcase their attention to detail and willingness to push their sound in new (if not confusing) directions. A must for fans, a cautionary recommendation for newcomers.
If the term ‘bliss-metal’ doesn’t make you cringe too much, then I would use it to describe Pyramids, an experimental metal/shoegaze band from Texas that follows with the heavy ambient drones of label mates Jesu. Like the work of Justin K. Broadrick, The Angelic Process and the more abstract efforts of Georgia’s Deerhunter, Pyramids play ethereal and occasionally noisy jams that are rich in buried melodies, hidden amongst layers of electronic sounds, fuzzed out guitars and blasting drum rolls. The crushing waves of sound pour out with drugged emotional intensity, as distant vocals glide across the industrial clamor like colorful ghosts.
In a perfect world, Sun Kil Moon’s Mark Kozelek would be just as well known as Neil Young and Eddie Vedder, capturing the imagination of the rock world with his chilling baritone voice and remarkably descriptive songwriting. Until that happens, Kozelek will remain an unsung icon of the indie universe, as he produces heartbreakingly beautiful folk-rock masterpieces like April, an early contender for album of the year. With Sun Kil Moon, Kozelek has lived up to and extended the legacy he built for himself with the shoegaze/rock band Red House Painters in the 90s, further developing the slow, brooding sound that once made them so endearing.
In April, Kozelek remains in a deeply reflective mood, drawing the listener into his dark pools of memory, vividly illustrating scenes of dusty city streets, night skies and small towns where love had once blossomed. While I won’t go into too much detail here about the lyrics, as my descriptions can’t possibly capture the alluring spirit that hides within them, but I can tell you that they are indeed moving and will be sure to stir romantic visions of long lost muses, moments and longings.
The pleasant sounds that wrap around these tales are slow and soothing, with gentle acoustic guitar work moving most of these songs into haunted personal spaces. The structures themselves may seem simple from the first listen, fitting within comfortable folk conventions, but they slowly unfurl into dynamic and rollicking jams complete with warm electric riffs and entrancing rhythms. On tracks like “Moorestown”, you can hear more elaborate elements being introduced, like strings and accompanying vocals, fleshing out the cathartic drives within the songwriting. The result is immediately effective, luring you into the band’s perfectly nostalgic and stoned daze.
While individual songs feature little variation between guitar patterns and pacing, they serve as a calm backdrop for Kolezek’s stirring vocals. While they remain deep and sad, almost droning on like another instrument, they rise up at just the right moments to showcase the man’s undeniable passion for his craft and lyrical content. You feel as if his entire life is here, encased within these 11 tracks.
While some may take issue with the extended length of these songs, as several of them stretch over 7 minutes, I believe these moments require the time to carefully reveal themselves, fully immersing you into Kolezek’s melancholic state. Its actually quite amazing to hear just how effortlessly these songs become full fledged epics, without delving in exaggerated progressions or symphonic excess. Aspiring songwriters should take note of Sun Kil Moon’s balance of restraint and release as they push their meditative sound to surprising heights with brevity.
While I could get personal here and explain how April stirs my emotions, and try to describe the distant images it carefully sears into my brain, I feel embellishing here will only distract you from forming your own impressions as you hear Kolezek’s graceful narratives. If you are searching for an album to connect with, to explore over time and to dream to, April is as honest and comforting as they come.
Empyrium. Where at Night the Wood Grouse Plays . 1999. 4 stars .
Germany’s now defunct Empyrium have crafted a gorgeous neofolk album in the same vein as Ulver’s Kveldssanger, complete with classically inspired acoustic melodies and haunting, Gregorian inspired vocals. While albums embracing acoustic instrumentals and forest imagery are becoming increasingly common in underground music circles, Where at Night is so succinct and convincing in its vision that its beauty is hard to match.
The sound created by the soft guitar arpeggios is sweeping and majestic, making songs like "A Pastoral Theme" and "Abendrot" deep and relaxing exercises. Most of the album is instrumental with the exception of a few tracks like "Many Moons Ago" and "Where Shadows Grow Longer" where the deep, almost religious sounding chants weave narratives of mystical forests and enchanted encounters with their inhabitants. The result of pairing almost ancient dynamics with acoustic songwriting is almost unnervingly successful, as these graceful tones will send chills down your spine.
For a twilight journey into the heart of the wilderness, Empyrium is the guide of choice, as they create a rich atmosphere that rivals the darkest black metal records without the brutal musicianship. The only downside to Where at Night is that its far too short, clocking in at around 30 minutes. Just as the melodies are sucking you in, the experience fades off. The sun rose a little too early I suppose. Despite its short duration, Empyrium’s opus remains a masterpiece of refined instrumentation.
World’s End Girlfriend. Hurtbreak Wonderland. 2007. 3.5 stars.
WEG is the solo project of Japanese virtuoso Katsuhiko Maeda who produces lush post rock songs tinged with neoclassical and break beat flourishes. Unlike WEG’s collaboration with Mono (see here), Hurtbreak Wonderland avoids sounding mournful and instead relishes in hallucinative fantasy, conjuring an Alice in Wonderland type of narrative as suggested by the astounding cover art.
The songs here are instrumental but are far removed from conventional rock dynamics, opting for wild pairings of melodic strings and intense electronic beats, creating a swirling experience similar to the work of Venetian Snares. Songs like “Birthday Resistance” and “100 Years of Choke” move from pleasant, classically inspired compositions into bombastic freak-outs, creating dramatic transitions that are often dizzying in their execution. Most of the album carries on in this fashion, as gorgeous piano, harp and brass fills are layered over the vivid drum and bass patterns.
Hurtbreak Wonderland is an incredibly detailed and eclectic album that consistently sounds organic and fresh, coaxing the listener to wander in its blossoming passages. Despite its technical prowess, some of the movements tend to drag on in spots, leaving portions of the album sounding unfocused. Maeda occasionally manages to anchor everything with his propulsive beats, but the surge of strings and keyboards is in constant lift, leaving some unresolved tension between the elements. Despite the often confounding juxtapositions here, Hurtbreak Wonderland is a beautiful and original record that clearly breaks new ground in the post-rock genre. The cornucopia of instruments and noises used here leaves plenty of room for continued exploration. In short, WEG has created a deep and dreamy effort that begs for multiple listens.
Stalker (1979), directed by Russia’s late Andrei Tarkovsky, is one of the most bizarre and fascinating science fiction films ever made. It concerns a mysterious patch of Soviet countryside known only as “The Zone” which has been decimated by some mysterious happening, and quarantined off by the Communist government. All who venture into there disappear forever. Yet a handful of brave souls, lured by The Zone’s supposed promise of granted wishes and revelations, are led by ‘The Stalker’ into the abyss. The film is incredibly slow and long but possesses a hypnotizing power, as the unreal cinematography, locations, music and pacing fills you with existential dread and longing. The film is so open-ended and perplexing that its almost spiritual.
The following are two stunning clips that feature some of Eduard Artemiev’s haunting minimalist music that sets the tone for the unraveling psychological drama. If anyone knows where I can find the soundtrack for this, it would be greatly appreciated.
A brilliant album from this underwritten Minnesota band. II: The Deafening Twilight is the epitome of progressive metal, somehow managing to capture the crushing bass rhythms and distortion of doom while still thundering forward with epically technical energy. Zubulon Pike are as awe-inspiring as post metal acts like Pelican or The Russian Circles, but they sound like they are having the most fun, changing tempos and reveling in fuzzed out riffs across these 5 monstrous songs, the longest being the 20 minute "Ashes of Xerxes, Breath of Titan".
The captivating pacing of this album is reason enough to give it a spin, as wiry guitar riffs spiral in tense, climatic cycles, evoking the dark astral sides of Isis and even Tool. There’s no vocals though, this is strictly an instrumental affair, making it a perfect metal album for post rock fans fond of Mogwai and Explosions in the Sky.
Overall, a wickedly fast and complex effort that is able to maintain direction and energy across its psychedelic marathons. The album’s cataclysmic sound might become emotionally draining across its hour plus duration, so come into this album prepared for long and immersing trip.
October Falls is the project of Finland’s Mikko Lehto, who creates haunting acoustic folk songs reminiscent of Ulver’s black metal trilogy. While the guitar melodies, accompanied by delicate piano and martial drumming, are stunningly beautiful, they also convey a dark woodland atmosphere, as this video reveals. Despite looking like something I would have made in my second year of Film School, this clip really captures the mood of October Falls’ excellent album Marras (2005). It’s easily one of the most impressive neo-folk albums I’ve come across.
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