The Rock Blogger

Encomiast . Bathed in Sunlight . 2008. 4 stars .

Try as I may, I just can’t stop posting about the obscure albums I’ve stumbled across online. Some of them are just too good to leave untouched, so here goes. Bathed in Sunlight is a beautiful ambient/post-rock album from Colorado natives Encomiast that features five blissful songs that incorporate an impressive variety of ethereal sounds and instruments.

Transient drones wash over you from the outset of "Pumpkin", as layers of synth harmonies and distant vocals glide across each other in slow, hypnotic movements. Together they create a trace-inducing atmosphere that is subtly executed yet incredibly powerful in its effect. "If the Night Commands It" introduces light percussion into the mix, as soft tabla drums patter away against the deep bass lines before a shimmering guitar sweeps across in a delicate post-rock fashion. The meditative vocals of Ross Hagen gracefully enter, providing haunting lyrical descriptions of some twilight scene. While the musicianship never deviates far from the set patterns, it still draws you into a peaceful dream-like state.

"Laughter in the Storm" is probably the album’s stongest track, as clear tabla percussion again sets the stage for gentle acoustic guitar lines and some stunning flute passages that hover at the front of the mix. Hagen’s sparse vocals return to lend a dark, foreboding touch to the otherwise warm melodies. "My Chariot Awaits?" takes a little while to get going, as it meanders in aimless ambient noise, before finally fleshing out with soothing synth drones and cinematic echoes, reminding me of lonely whale songs or strange rumblings within a subway tunnel. The closing "Evergreen" introduces ominous female vocals that careen across the light soundscape before driving drums crash in, bringing us to a final, glorious crescendo. While this epic climax is not nearly as bombastic as conventional rock fair, its contrast to the rest of the song (and most of the album) is immediately satisfying and demonstrates Encomiast’s deliberate sense of pacing and structure.

Despite its often spare and detached composition, Bathed in Sunlight feels natural and welcoming as they want to ease the listener into a trance with the care and patience of a ancient shaman. Fans of minimalist music, film scores and ambient rock like Labradford will find much to like here. While you may have trouble finding a physical copy of this, as its release is very limited, you may have a chance securing one from the band’s website . Good luck, this is surely worth the effort.

The Gault . Even As All Before Us . 2005. 4 stars .

The Gault was a short-lived doom metal band formed out of the ashes of San Francisco’s acclaimed Weakling, and Even As All Before Us was their sole, devastating release. This hard to find album is one of the most emotionally exhausting recordings I have come across, as it incorporates the gloomy atmosphere of early industrial rock and melds it with jangly post-punk instrumentation, producing a depressive, droning sound that insulates your senses.

While the throbbing bass lines, martial drumming and Gothic vocals place The Gault among doom metal peers Warning and the more experimental work of Earth and Sunn O))), their cacophonous guitar work also follows a shoegazing torrent akin to The Angelic Process . Naming off influences and contemporaries is a suitable way of describing The Gault’s sound, but conveying the crushing effect this music has on you is a much harder task. It’s swirling rhythms and shimmering guitars are dizzying in their intensity and will drown out any distractions from the outside world. Even As All Before Us moves like a relentless undertow, constantly drawing you into a violently spinning current. This is not to say that The Gault’s music isn’t beautiful or redemptive, as tracks like "Country Road, Six Miles In" and "The Shore Becomes the Enemy" also feature the serene, airy vocals of Lorraine Rath to balance out the deep and booming voice of Ed Kunakemakorn, who dominates most of the album.

For its almost militant energy, disturbing vocals, and natural imagery, Even As All Before Us is a unique contribution to the doom metal genre, capturing the feeling of an arduous journey to somewhere far removed from the comforting spaces of the everyday. This is music that sticks with you long after the tracks are over, pushing you into a difficult, if not tormented, state of mind. Despite their challenging demeanor, The Gault are undeniably masters of genuine emotional delivery, playing out a haunting musical drama that sears its way into your memory.

Fleurety . Min tid skal komme . 1995. 5 stars .

A stunning and underwritten black metal album, Fleurety’s Min tid skal komme was years ahead of its time, pushing the boundaries of the genre with its post-rock and avant-garde touches. Among many of the elements making this creative effort standout is its use of Marian Aas Hansen’s soaring vocals, ringing over the band’s atonal harmonics with chilling clarity. When paired against the eerie melodies, psychedelic guitar work and terrifying growls, the result is simply astounding, possessing the same icy air as the work of Swans-era Jarboe.

The unconventional song structures and technical signature changes add a progressive drive to these 5 songs, often resembling the skeletal riffs and atmospheric bass of early post-rock bands Rodan and Slint. These bleak, and often folk-inspired, passages sharply turn into full on black metal assaults, complete with intense blast beats and vicious tremolo picking.

Every song on this album is long and adventurous, expanding across different musical territory without betraying the cold atmosphere that unifies the whole experience. The relationship between emotionality and complexity are extraordinarily fluid and natural, while still sounding unique and uncompromising. With Min tid skal komme, Norway’s Fleurety have crafted a work that is artful, moving and consistently interesting, rivaling Ulver’s tenacity and progressive spirit. These unsung pioneers deserve more accolades, as they have not only produced a work of tremendous genius, but also demonstrate that black metal and post rock styles can flow together quite beautifully, leaving a freshly blazoned trail for future avant-metal artists to follow.

Kayo Dot . Blue Lambency Downward . 2008. Hydra Head . 3.5 stars .

The highly anticipated Blue Lambency Downward , the third LP from Toby Driver’s avant-metal band Kayo Dot, is finally upon us, complete with its expansive jazz tangents and ethereally surreal vocals. While Kayo Dot’s previous efforts still contained some of the prog-metal elements found within Driver’s previous band Maudlin of the Well, their latest work moves in a more noticeably abstract direction, leaving the bursts of guitar noise and anguished screaming behind. The transition showcases the band’s maturity and place within experimental music circles, while also taking a calculated risk towards looser and more challenging compositions. The result is an album that is undeniably beautiful, but also fairly difficult to get into, as some of these dreamy travels, the first 4 tracks in particular, meander without cohesion.

As the evocative title suggests, the musicianship found here is certainly lambent, gliding luminously and effortlessly across these 7 movements. The delicate guitar lines, graceful violins and haunting saxophones provide a comforting light for Driver’s playful and otherworldly vocals, sounding like a lucid dream variation of Jeff Buckley. For all their stunning instrumentals, cosmic atmosphere and psychedelic tones, Kayo Dot can’t seem to strike a clear path through their colorful sonic forests, as the first half of the album wanders in a slow and detached fashion, never managing to merge on a one propulsive wavelength. Without a steady and progressive rhythm, these songs come off as terrific background music, rather than all-consuming trips.

As soon as we get to “The Awkward Windwheel”, things begin to pick up, as the drumming provides a consistent momentum, driving along Driver’s evocative stream-of-consciousness lyrics and the swelling coupling of strings and brass, as it all barrels towards a triumphant, crashing conclusion. “The Useless Ladder” is a shorter track, but within its concise structure we hear Driver’s strange and descriptive narratives with greater clarity, as he sings confidently amid the sorrowful violins and flute.

The finale of “Symmetrical Arizona” is probably the strongest piece on the album, and a clear highlight from Kayo Dot’s entire body of work. Fluid symphonic tones open things up slowly before a lonely guitar plays gloriously drawn-out licks reminiscent of Pink Floyd’s “Shine on You Crazy Diamond (Part 1-5)” The rest of the band then join in again for their last cathartic exercise, sounding more unified as they jam under enticing waves of saxophone. After being seemingly lost and disoriented, Kayo Dot finally come together to produce a shining example of the band’s progressive ambitions.

Despite its inconsistencies and somewhat unfocused moments, Blue Lambency Downward marks a welcomed transition for one of metal’s most fascinating acts. If you take the time to explore the detailed environments the band creates, you will surely find this to be a rewarding listen. For your astral journeys or wine-soaked nights, Blue Lambency Downwards makes for a fitting and absorbing soundtrack.

Moonsorrow. Tulimyrsky EP. 2008. 4.5 stars.

Helsinki’s Moonsorrow have produced a monster of an EP with Tulimyrsky, surpassing the full lengths of most black metal bands with its sheer scope and grandiosity. Running well over an hour, Moonsorrow’s latest redefines what an EP should be, as they produce long, winding epics that incorporate Norse mythology, folk music and historical themes with an intensely cinematic presentation. With what may be the longest EP of the year (if not of the entire genre), Moonsorrow have created a fine masterpiece.

The half-hour adventure that is “Tulimyrsky” starts things off with a dramatic voice-over sample that provides a dark narrative (in Finnish) that establishes thematics in a similar fashion to Godspeed You Black Emperor’s infamous “Dead Flag Blues”. After this mysterious intro, the band throttle forward into a blazing rhythm, complete with thundering blast beats, raging guitars and inspired vocal chanting, showcasing the band’s Viking-warrior aesthetics. Over the course of its gargantuan duration, the song weaves and wanders across massive heights, even dabbling in Medieval sounding acoustic passages and total thrash freak outs. The ride is a raucous one, as the variety of sounds and influences explored really do create feelings of conquest and discovery.

Following this journey is a faithful rendition of Metallica’s “For Whom the Bell Tolls” which is given a raw and seething black metal reinterpretation that doesn’t compromise the sacred integrity of the original version. This is probably one of the most impressive and fitting cover songs I’ve come across recently, as it takes you back to black metal’s thrash roots. After this nostalgic romp, Moonsorrow bring us to two re-recorded versions of earlier demos “Taistelu Pohjolasta” and “Hvergelmir” both epics in their own right with searing riffs and atmospheric synth melodies that strike a effective balance between violent chaos and majestic beauty, conjuring sublime natural scenes not unlike the mountains gracing the cover art. Moonsorrow then proceed to wrap things up with another masterful cover, playing a relentless version of Merciless’ “Back to North”, capturing the blistering energy of old school death metal.

For its impeccable musicianship, folk-tinged melodies and convincing, thematic delivery, Tulimyrsky is one of the greatest metal EPs ever made, shaming the full length efforts of countless other bands in its wake. Now that I’ve heard what Moonsorrow can accomplish with one EP, I’m more than anxious to get a hold of their official ‘albums’ and will be in restless anticipation for their next one. I will also urge you to do the same.

For Whom the Bell Tolls (Metallica Cover)

Russian Circles. Station . 2008. 3.5 stars .

Chicago’s Russian Circles play kinetic and aggressive post-rock in the same sludgy tradition as city mates Pelican, crafting expansive instrumental songs that are filled with shimmering guitars and powerful rhythms. Continuing on with the success that was their 2006 debut Enter , Russian Circles’ latest offering pares back on their metal flourishes as they venture to cosmic planes, opting for a sound that is interstellar but not pretentious. These virtuosoes avoid self-indulgent noodling and instead anchor their songs with strong driving beats and deep, fluid bass lines. By carefully blending their metal and post-rock aspirations together, Russian Circles steer clear of derivative Mogwai and Isis worship and create something that is both intense and stratospheric.

The album begins with the crystalline riffs of "Campaign" which starts things off delicately enough to draw you in. The guitar melodies are immediately effective and opens things up with calm anticipation. "Harper Lewis" kicks in heavy drum rolls before the guttural, slithering bass joins in. Jangly guitar lines hover in between, opening up the space of the track before the intense metal riffs begin chugging along. Astral guitars then begin to scream across the mix in the most lyrical fashion imaginable, reminding me of Explosions in the Sky’s magnificent "Greet Death". The following "Station" keeps up the pace and glides across with hypnotic bass fills and distorted guitars that play against the swirling drum cycles and cymbal crashes. Just try to not bang your head along to these monstrous riffs, it really is difficult to restrain yourself.

The beautiful "Versus" veers back to post-rock territory, as icy riffs line droning reverb, sounding like a heavier version of a glacial Sigur Ros song, before fully extending into heart-breaking melodies. The speedy "Youngblood" abandons the clean veneer and rocks out with tight guitar riffs and furious drumming, played out with impeccable precision. The slow and tension filled "Xavii" closes things off with some final celestial passages.

As I hope I have demonstrated with my descriptions above, Station features some amazing musicianship as the band’s sense of timing, melody and dynamics are pristine and accessible. If this album had come out a decade ago, it would easily be considered a post-rock masterpiece. Unfortunately though this Station is just one stop among many others, never managing to go the extra mile to differentiate itself from the work of other post-metal masters. Yet as a companion piece to the work of Pelican, or Zebulon Pike, Isis, etc., Station fits perfectly among its peers and will provide the kind of astral, bong-ripping experience fans of the genre are searching for. So if you want to be captivated by an intense performance, look to the Russian Circles.

“Harper Lewis” Live

Nine Inch Nails. The Slip . 2008. 4 stars .

Trent Reznor is on a roll. Just two months after NIN’s epic ambient release Ghosts I-IV , and not even a year after the excellent dystopia that was Year Zero , Reznor has unveiled another full length work - a more traditional sounding album that merges noisy industrial metal with hook-laden arena rock jams, all for free from the band’s website. Presented as a gift to NIN’s loyal fan base who made Ghosts a financial windfall, The Slip is a solid and accessible collection that, while not groundbreaking, still showcases Reznor’s newfound artistic freedom and energy.

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Loma Prieta . Last City . 2008. 3.5 stars .

Short and sweet, thats how I would describe Loma Prieta’s Last City . This Oakland CA band plays speedy hardcore/screamo jams with impressive technicality, running through time signatures and epic melodies with incredible ease. As the mathematical riffs swirl around cymbal crashing and rapid fire rhythms, the howling vocals provide the emotional release for all the tension that’s built up. The occasional piano melody and gentle guitar parts help balance things out as well.

As these tunes move at feverish pace, most of them clocking in at around 2 minutes, it comes on like an adrenaline rush, leaving you in a state of shock and exasperation as you wonder what happened to that lovely and mellow post-rock guitar passage. Oh that’s right, it was destroyed under a barrage of drums and screams. But that’s ok, this is a screamo album after all and its focused on angst-ridden catharsis, throwing raw emotionalism like red paint to a wall.

Lyrical themes? Hard to discern at first. The phrase ‘Last City’ recurs, so this, along with the general tone of the album, tells me that has something to do with urban alienation and escapism. ‘The name "Loma Prieta" itself might be a reference to the devastating 1989 Loma Prieta earthquake , so maybe the anguish here is about wanting it all to fall down - or maybe they’re just observing it - either way its a fitting name.

I would recommend this to fans of any kind of punk music, well except that radio-friendly bullshit, as its hardcore attitude and complex musicianship will give your day a quick and brutal shot of energy. While its very short, and the vocals could have been a little more understandable, its still an entertaining and refreshing listen.

Follow the Loma Prieta link above to be taken to their Myspace page, where you can find links to listen to this album for free.

Velvet Cacoon. Genevieve . 2004. Full Moon Productions . 4.5 stars .

“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.

Interview with Velvet Cacoon: Chronicles of Choas

Interview with Velvet Cacoon: Full Moon Productions

Avalon Polo

Boris. Smile. 2008. Southern Lord. 3 stars.

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.

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