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I wouldn't say that every guitarist was using tape delay by the mid-70s but, yeah, I also find it a bit ridiculous that Fripp basically used reel-to-reel tape delay and named it after himself. Frippertronics obv = some of my favourite music ever though.
― EveningStar (Sund4r), Tuesday, 22 April 2014 21:00 (ten years ago) link
cutler makes some fair points. on the other hand, henry cow never, to the best of my knowledge, opened for black oak arkansas, so i'd take what he has to say on the topic with a grain of salt.
― rushomancy, Tuesday, 22 April 2014 22:41 (ten years ago) link
Thanks for the Zorn clip, one of many artists who have been on the shopping list for years but I haven't got around to yet.
― Robert Adam Gilmour, Thursday, 24 April 2014 15:51 (ten years ago) link
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North Sea Radio Orchestra - s/t
http://open.spotify.com/album/6eu8FXY7tCL7u4O1cVOUxg
standout track: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xX2rUUcs0G4
This album overwhelms me. It's enormous, sprawling and unutterably ambitious without once going above speaking volume. No fuzz, no sonic gymnastics - but in its pastoral/neoclassical psychpop it locates something I can't get anywhere else. There are no original lyrics - all non-instrumental tracks are adaptations of English poetry. The melodies are spry and astounding, as you'd expect from a band firmly located in the post-Cardiacs fallout. However good the ensemble musicianship (mostly classical, with acoustic guitars and synths) is, the composition is the main draw (along with the voice of singer Sharon Fortnam, whose husband Craig is the principal songwriter). The whole thing is like Kenneth Grahame trying to remember his childhood in a slightly overgrown rose garden as dappled sunlight catches a butterfly's wing. It's airy, sublime and complete. Its arc is leisurely but yearning; one feels one can make a home within its folds - cling to these truths before all is obliterated. It's a London album, in fact - written in and about the capital, as the Fortnams discovered something in the city that more than resembled the most idyllic and untainted wilds of bucolia - a synthesis, indeed, that works more convincingly the longer the album progresses - the longer the dream elaborates.
Anyway, none of you (well, barely any of you) have heard them and they're astonishing, so I post them here in the hope someone latches on.
― English cunt read Guardian (imago), Monday, 26 May 2014 23:31 (nine years ago) link
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