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Antennas to Heaven: Hiss Tracts

Monday, July 28th, 2014

Silence the phone, draw the blinds and zone out to some experimental rock delights.

Remember the most haunting, unnerving moments of Godspeed You! Black Emperor’s debut F? A? ?? The doomsday opening of ‘The Dead Flag Blues’ and its turgid narrator? Those goddamned bag pipes and the wailing screwdriver guitar tones on ‘East Hastings’? Well, Constellation label mates Hiss Tracts take the eeriest moments of Godspeed’s earlier work and stretch them across a gamut of stunning paranoia-inducing, bliss on their debut Shortwave Nights.

Title track ‘…shortwave nights’ is a maelstrom of mechanical grinds and acid trip-stuck loops, like a descent into chaos where the only respite comes through plaintive guitar melodies that, when combined with accompanying strings, add touches of mournful sobriety.

There are moments here that echo Tim Hecker’s violent masterpiece Virgins like ‘half-speed addict starts with broken wollensak’, where tumbling piano melodies carry throughout before giving way to thick fogs of drone. It’s a fairly minimalist take, finding solace in repetition, but no less enjoyable than more instrumentally rich moments on the album.

For a band so shrouded in bleakness, Hiss Tracts often bear shards of beauty, moments when a solemn string section or warped vocal sample eek through the rubble, serving as brief flickers of light amongst the decay. Closing track ‘beijing bullhorn / dopplered light’ best displays these sentiments with a brief but emotive quiver of gospel like drone, serving as a happy ending to a drab but enthralling journey.

Antennas to Heaven: Slow Dancing Society

Monday, July 21st, 2014

Silence the phone, draw the blinds and zone out to some experimental rock delights.

It’s a hard task negotiating the tropes of ambient music, trying to avoid the ever present threat of boredom while nurturing those moments of solitary intimacy that exist within the genre’s finest work.

On Slow Dancing Society’s sixth album, sole member Drew Sullivan hits a sweet spot of gently gliding musical fantasia, and with the help of non-ambient instruments, finds a real reason to pay attention to the sounds hovering above.

‘By Morning This Will All Seem Like A Dream’ achieves the unenviable task of marrying cheesy 80’s music touchstones of dance floor synths, big ballad guitar leads and Kenny G sax, repackaged and twisted into something genuinely touching. It’s an impressive feat of futuristic musical reimagining and a common theme that emerges throughout the album.

Other moments follow a different course: ‘A Clearing’ channels tripped out methods of alien sound crafting, complete with X-Files styled laser beam synth and the cavernous background echo of a skeletal beat. The result is otherworldly: like the score to a science fiction movie from another dimension.