Zitat von To Blacken The Pages…to blacken the pages, sometimes it’s a curse, a relentless migrane that’s there from the moment you wake till dead in the middle of the night, when exhaustion induces sleep, but here it is, the sound of another day, when we can’t muster the strength or the will to create anything more than an endless blow-out of feedback and reverberation, and why create anything more, as if here were some reason, some greater reason to push at beauty, at some greater good, as if we were worthy enough to create, to proposition anything more, well this is our circle, and you’re welcome to stay if you see fit, ‘the shadow which remains’ is 17 mins of drowning amps and numbed fingers, one take, no rehearsals, Paul had no time to find something decent to play guitar with and used his mobile phone, scraping the paintwork off its precious sides and buckling guitar strings on his battered old Sunn mustang, but worth it perhaps, a memento of a moment in time, and sore ears for the pleasure, but we move on, and create another mess on another day, ‘neasden conspiracy’, another record of a moment in time, living in London, and all its clautsrophobia, glad to be out, but there it is, anyhow, ‘the circle is new’, something with more restraint, still no words here but we edge closer, they’re on paper, and we wait till the path is open twixt the two, and sometimes, in ‘give to the sea’ a tiny sliver of hope that shines through, a moment of perfect calm on the icy black still sea, a love and a fear of the great black ocean, and a nod to the old irish fishermen who worked on the great atlantic for their lives and yet couldn’t swim, believing if you gave to great waters it would take, and so it will, and we’ll leave well enough alone, for we fear it too, watching our brave young men meet their chilly ends still, but for us, a thing to admire, and respect, the fog horn pulses at dawn and wakes us from a fevered slumber, and we wake, cold but for a moment never wanting to be anywhere but here, ‘don’t give to the sea’ here being a rough, awkward demo, but there’s bones in here, and we’ll push on, the hunger with us to keep going, with what little we know, ‘to blacken the pages’ a twist on a line from a book by the mighty Sam Beckett, ‘in order to blacken a few more pages’, a metaphor for this thing that we do, this fatalism that runs through the centre of everything, but we‘ll go on, yes we’ll go on…[/size]
To Blacken The Pages 'The Urgency' marks not just this bands debut release, but also the first release from newly formed Colony Records. The Urgency presents 1 massive track clocking in at 47 minutes. Beginning with luscious, gently lulling guitars, it becomes saturated with a droning holler of feedback. The Urgency is a testament to failed hopes and dreams, residing somewhere between Earth's Thrones & Dominions and Skullflower. Foldout cardboard sleeve, hand numbered in an edition of 100.
Zitat von To Blacken The Pages [size=100]And we started again, as if nothing had happened before
And we started again, as if nothing had happened before presents 3 tracks, the first, The Shadow which Remains, crashing straight into 17 minutes of feedback and overdriven, burnt out riffs. The second track, I saw you it / and slid away, is 35 minutes of fucked guitars and bizzarrely, about 10 minutes in, a Sisters of Mercy style drum machine. Halfway through the track breaks down into full-on meltdown with a luscious, fuzzed out ending. And then we changed our minds finishes things off with 6 minute, one note, amp blender. Foldout cardboard sleeve, hand numbered in an edition of 100.
Preispolitisch vielleicht etwas größenwahnsinnig (12 Euronen für jeweils eine CD-R ohne Porto) aber dafür ziemlich nah an den genannten Referenzen, ohne grossartig anzubiedern…
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24.09.2007 21:33
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