somesurprises (self titled)

So I’m on the right PC this morning, in a semi-hypnagogic state. Let the buses continue.

This is one of those albums that I’m not entirely sure why I listened to since the description didn’t make me overly-confident, but that just goes to show you how much of a guide descriptions can be. I’m wondering if actually I do have instincts, and they can sometimes be good.

The last track in particular is one of those legendary tunes which in any just world would be amongst the most famous songs ever written, the longest song on the album by some distance and it still isn’t long enough. Eternal music, that kind of song is. But the whole thing is good.

Anna von Hausswolff – All Thoughts Fly

I must admit, when I read the press release from Southern Lord what did say that this was Anna simply playing the organ unaccompanied, no singing, nuthin’ (exact words, guv), I wasn’t filled with hope.

Maybe it’s because I had a bit of a beast of a last month, but when I did play it, all doubts vanished. It was, is, and forever will be perfect. It genuinely does not matter that her wonderful voice is kept in the cupboard on this album (no, it really was, she told me, she had a special box made for it and even provided it with a personal servant while she communicated with people via email, semaphore and carrier-pigeon).

Despite the strange ways my life has turned over the years, I don’t have that many regrets, even now, but one of them is not going to see her play in Leicester late in 2015 because it clashed with the night my ex-wife was going for a weekly visit to a friend and I didn’t think it worth the battle at the time. And then about a week later I got into her second album and really regretted it. Not fighting the battle, I mean. But then I always thought I’m a lover, not a fighter, except that’s been a rather bitter laugh over the last few years…

Enough of my woes, listen to the organ! (and there was me saying I don’t type much these days).

Gnod & João Pais Filipe – Faca de Fogo

And since we’re talking about dudes who are on it, why don’t we add Gnod to the party?

This is where maelstromic trance goes dark. My only complaint is it ain’t long enough, but I don’t think it ever could be.

I’ve noticed I type less and less words with my posts these days. This can only be a good thing.

The entire Nest Egg discography

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I’ve been meaning to post their new(ish) album Dislocation since I got the mailout from t’Cardinal, but just, y’know, not got round to it. And the tab has been sat there waiting for me to do that thing. and I didn’t do it.

So what I did instead was listen to the other albums they had on their bandcamp, and it turns out they is all good, really good. Hypnotic and trancey with a fondness for also bringing the noise.

Of course, they aren’t aiming this music at me, despite the obvious disguise in dressing it up in so many of my favourite musical traits, the bastards. But they actually say this is for nihilists, and I am not a nihilist. Nothing is impossible (there’s a double meaning there, people; a clue that has been with us all along). So we’ll have to agree to disagree, philosophically, and just dig the music.

There’s more, too. But I’ll not post them all. Go and have a listen.

 

 

 

Songs Of Green Pheasant – self titled

green pheasant

And this is why I hate describing music. The fan who put a thing on this ones page said it sounded like Simon & Garfunkel, which almost put me off even trying it, even though I quite like Simon & Garfunkel when I’m in the mood, but, man, its just so sixties.

And the crazy thing is, well, not crazy actually, crazy is a whole different thing, in fact, this isn’t even odd really, the thing is, Simon & Garfunkel actually are a very decent reference point for this music, although I would say with added hypnagogia, haziness, possibly extra substances (don’t know how clean living S&G were and can’t be arsed to look it up; equally, am making assumptions here based on the hypnosis in the music but I might be wrong).

Yet this music on several occasions made me all but weep with joy (where have I heard that phrase before?)

Looks like I’m going to be tossing a coin next Bandcamp Friday. Or, at the rate I’m going now, rolling a dice.

 

 

Valerio Cosi/Enzo Franchini – Live Archives I: Batcave, Tilburg MMVII

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It’s that Friday where Bandcamp do that good thing they do again. As promised, I bought myself the Follakzoid album that I promised myself last time, but I also added this to the cart, because I like this. But I almost always like what Valerio Cosi does.

 

Flowers Must Die – Återbruk

Återbruk

Okay, I’ve just hypnotised myself listening to this.

When you do boring spreadsheet stuff, which involves a lot of repetition, then trancey minimalistic music involving a lot of repetition is really the thing. I mean, really the thing.

Of course, I like that sort of thing anyway. Maybe that’s why I ended up doing the sort of work I do.

Their ‘Greatest Hits‘ from a while back does exactly this too, especially the 55-minute closing track.

I want to live in a universe where a 55 minute trance is genuinely a greatest hit.

 

Maalem Mahmoud Gania – Colours of the Night

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I have posted this man’s awesome gnawa music before, only spelt his name differently. In my defence, I have simply copied the name on the front of the album each time.

My 9-year old daughter has recently taken to asking me ‘what is your favourite…’ type of questions. She often repeats herself. The funny thing is, I don’t really have favourite things, so I find these questions monumentally difficult to answer honestly.

When she says, ‘Daddy, what is your favourite type of music?’ – and she frequently does – I now find myself answering ‘trance music.’ This post is trance music. Extraordinary trance music.

My very favourite musics all hypnotise me, and I can be hypnotised irrelevant of genre. This is somewhat complicated by the fact that there is an actual genre called trance, and most of the examples of it that I’m familiar with are amongst the least trance-inducing musics I’ve heard. It’s possible that these are not representative, though. Please feel free to provide counter-examples.

When she asks me for a name of an actual favourite band, however, I’m at an actual loss. There’s just too many. If age and experience have taught me anything, it has taught me this – there is no ‘best.’ Experience is not a popularity contest. There are things, and musics, and people, and ideas, and else, which hit you at a perfect moment and are the best thing you could be doing at that moment. But something very different can occur at another moment, and that is just as much the best despite being different. And asking to choose one over the other is futile.

 

 

Julius Gabriel -ÆTHERHALLEN

ÆTHERHALLEN

So take the scars from your eyes and remove the bars
there is no cage except in your imagination

The objective truth can only be perceived subjectively

Thinking is subversive

Rumours of my exaggeration have now died

The best way to learn boundaries is to cross them
It’ll teach you how valuable they are

So God plugged the universe in. “Let there,” he began, “be sound.”
And he turned us on.