a r t i s t : Ignatz
t i t l e : I Will Soothe My Eye To Feast It With A Sight Of Beauty
d a t e : 2006
l a b e l : Celebrate Psi Phenomenon
g e n r e : Other
r l s. d a t e : Oct/2006
t r a c k s : 08
b i t r a t e : VBRkbps
s i z e : 54,1 MB
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When we last heard from this mysterious ensemble, we likened
their sound to some sort of Alien Folkways collection. Vibrant
images of Alan Lomax in a space suit going from planet to
planet, recording the natives, as they perform strange
ritualistic folk music, the likes of which we had never heard
on Earth before. This latest missive from the strangely
monickered Ignatz, plays out in a similarly alien fashion,
although this time it sounds like we've travelled toward the
center of the Earth, rooting out all of the subterranean
dwellers, from the bottom of the sea to bottomless pits, to
maze like warrens of underground caverns, bat people, strange
lizard like folk, a new breed of eyeless humanoid, with
strange suction cup stumps instead of limbs. All living
happily beneath the surface, building elaborate civilizations,
and most importantly creating their own folk music. Bits and
pieces slightly resemble some of the more terrestrial sounds
we're accustomed to. Maybe some of the underground dwellers
heard snippets of music drifting down through cracks or storm
drains, but even those sounds were twisted and reshaped into
new sounds.
This Subterranean Folkways collection was gathered from over
400 trips below the surface, from all over the world, below
China, beneath Egypt, underneath the Canadian Tundra, within
several famous peaks, and in several legendary volcanos. Each
culture and "people" developed on their own, separated from
the rest of humanity and the rest of the sub-dwellers, their
evolutionary paths taking many unexpected twists and turns,
which are of course reflected in the music. A haunting
disembodied angular blues folk, cobbled together from sharp
jagged riffs that float in a dark cloud of spacious reverb
while from way below huge pulses of depth charge bass float to
the surface, threatening to swallow everything whole. Dense
clouds of chirping crickets and tangled birdsong are woven
into thick sonic brambles, a swirling confusional knot of
sound, a bit like Sunroof! occurring in nature, while
underneath a strange melodic tapping drifts and a moaned vocal
floats ominously. Pulsing bagpipe like guitars intertwine with
haunting chant like vocals, lilting electric guitar melodies
zig and zag beneath warbly swells of fuzzy organ. A distant
disembodied blues, pulled apart and tossed into a huge blaack
pool. left to drift and spin and eventually sink below the
surface. A stumbling Jandekian dirge, atonal vocals, over
shifting swirls of detuned guitar and glistening high end
shimmer. Mysterious and so wonderful.
We anxiously await the next Folkways collection, gathered on
various excursions into the human body, to record the
indigenous musics of the many creatures and organisms that
call our human forms home! (aquariusrecords.org)
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01-Be Careful [04:49]
02-Even In The Old Days [04:21]
03-Never Dodge Anything [06:27]
04-The Thousand Fingered Grip [05:14]
05-All Is Well There [03:39]
06-If Its Rubber, It Will Stretch [06:27]
07-Glistering Glow [04:11]
08-Narrow Escape [03:06]
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