More essential listening from the anti ghost moon ray corps – you may recall us falling head over heels for the forthcoming Camilla Sparksss debut full length platter which we suggest all good home should be wish listing in order to call their own when it appears in May. Arriving ahead of that is a new cutie from Acquaintance, which alas no accompanying information with which to impart upon your good selves. Safe to say though that ‘Satellite Stream’ as brief as it might first appear, pulls together more vision, imagery and adept appreciation of old school meets modernist classicism than most of its peers stumble and hitherto miserably fail to achieve across a whole album. Appealing to both admirers of the Seahawks and their ilk and the ISAN and FortDax brethren, genteel key pirouettes wrapped in sepia trims give it a feel of a dust sprayed musical box vintage rescued from an abandoned loft, but scratch a little deeper and the seafaring motifs snoozily demur like some idyllic cosmic suite as were rephrasing the ‘treasure island’ theme and offering up a promisory note of far off exotic climes located on distant lunar outputs haloed by twin moon glows.
Those fancying their ear wear a little more sedately smoked and cloudy in sophisticated hues might be minded to toddle off and seek out Sleepyard who hail from Norway (so you know instinctively its going to be class) and celebrated 20 years of togetherness with the release of the ’black sails sessions’ which includes some noteworthy guest appearances by the likes of Judy Dyble and Nik Turner. In truth we were taken and held in adoring ransom by the gorgeously exquisite and fragile twinkle toned noir lovely that is the genteel lullaby ’butterflies’ which had us in mind of an ice sculptured and slightly distracted Sakamoto in his younger days but then ‘satellite calling’ delicately emerged into earshot cocooned beautifully in all manner of beguiled enchantment and ghostly folk trembles that had us much in mind of a bruised and forlorn this mortal coil. We will try to nab full finished copies for future adoration for now though fill your boots via http://www.sleepyard.bandcamp.com
And so back with all things Alrealon Musique related, this strange ’un by Pas Musique comes courtesy of the class war karaoke label, an imprint dedicated to promotion of experimental music and film by way of quarterly surveys which by all accounts peruse the underground to gather together audio and visual journals for those of a more enquiring disposition to sample, posting said selections on community archives. Anyhow PAS Musique find themselves the subject of attention via survey 0025, ’the astronauts wife’ from that set providing a distinctly dark, obtuse and more experimental offering than previous listening experiences, this one in fact veering upon the dark side of roadside picnic if I didn’t know better and pricked by a chilling extra terrestrial disquiet that blends glassy monochrome shimmers with solar radiation pulsars, edgy and gouged in a tensely coiled dead calm remoteness all blessed by an insanely mind melting Dadaist loop. Consider yourselves warned. The collection can be accessed via http://www.freemusicarchive.org/music/classwar_karaoke/classwar_karaoke_-_025_survey
Something that we are holding back on while we try to nab finished copies with which to beguile our listening space is a new self titled album by Lapland coming shortly via the lights label. Already described ‘as album of the year, so far’ by the Guardian, this 10 track honey has been, I don‘t mind admitting, has been hogging the attention since rearing into earshot scarcely 30 minutes ago, despatching all manner of magic dust and lulling trimmings. As is our nature, just to be awkward, we here are particularly fond of the parting shot ’la la la’ which for lyricist purists among you goes ’la la la’ – don’t you just love it when what’s promised on the tin lid comes to fruition, that aside it’s a dreamily demurred little treasure that finds, as were, Komeda channelling the Beach Boys into some mildly woozy lysergic dipped warping West Coast lullaby, so acutely cute it destroys you.
Due for turntable damage early May and no doubt set to cause those who adore their sounds seeped in consuming sky fired atmospherics to swoon appreciably, Prophecy records are set to unleash a new long playing platter by Lantlos (their fourth) entitled ’melting sun’. described in passing as courting a sonic safe haven resting somewhere between ‘post metal and dream rock’ the band have sneaked out a teaser taster in the guise of the formidable ‘azure chimes’. a colossal post rocking monolith it is to opening to what sounds like the a motif acutely nibbled away from Death Cult’s ’ghost dance’ after which everything ruptures amid a stratospheric sonic pyrotechnic light show whose symphonic mite and appreciation of crushing and sighing mood changing arcs to sit on an aural axis lying somewhere between the growling impacts of the much missed San Lorenzo and the bitter sweet turn of the sighing and pensive signatures applied as were by a teeth bearing Workhouse. The album comes pressed up in your standard CD edition as well as limited vinyl versions and a specially packaged CD / DVD / Hardbook set.
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Here’s something very special from the Constellation Tatsu imprint by Jonas Reinhardt, a six track cosmic opus entitled ‘Ganymede’ which aside coming pressed up on limited slabs of vinyl with a massive poster to boot also finds its listening experience enhanced visually with the aiding and abetting of a DVD included in the package. Inspired by Jupiter’s primary moon Ganymede, the album imagines beneath the volcanic halos, the silicate rock formations and ice bound atmosphere’s strange life forms uncategorised by man as yet co-habiting to, as the press release succinctly puts it ’engage in a ritualistic aquatic dance’. as to the sounds found celebrating these dreaming visions of extra terrestrial life they reach back to Krautrock’s event horizon and pop’s embrace of experimental electronic modernism, ‘skeptical seventh sun’ ticks the latter’s box with some aplomb coming demurred in a wispy translucence calm to space dock with Jean Michel Jarre’s exquisitely inscribed visions of future worlds a la ‘oxygene’ and ‘equinoxe’ before voyaging inwards traversing the outer words of the inner mind for the mind morphing hypno grooved ‘a young colossus’ wherein Tangerine Dream like worlds emerge, dissipate and reform amid seas of a gaseous flotillas. ’malevolence in blue’ – incidentally our favourite track of the trio of showcased band camp excerpts is an altogether darker affair ushered by slo-mo pulsars as it precariously shimmers to navigate the desolate and deathly silent voids of Ganymede’s dark side. Future Constellation Tatsu happenings are expected from Ashan, Unicity, Les Halles and XYR.