Artist: Circlesquare
Title: Songs About Dancing And Drugs
Label: !K7
Genre: Electronic
Bitrate: 172kbit av.
Time: 00:53:37
Size: 70.67 mb
Rip Date: 2009-01-22
Str Date: 2009-01-27
1. Hey You Guys 5:34
2. Dancers 5:37
3. Timely 7:59
4. Music For Satellites 5:36
5. Ten To One 5:43
6. Bombs Away, Away 5:13
7. Stop Talking (So Many) 4:54
8. All Live But The Ending 13:01
Release Notes:
In an age where people try and cram their audio channels with
as much compressed shit as possible, it's great to hear modern
electronic music where one of the main factors is space and
atmosphere. You see, jeremy, like the bands logo, and the
cover art, likes to keep his music stripped back to the raw
essentials. Waste is not a recognised word in the world of
circlesquare. Throughout these 8 tracks. attention to the
detail is paramount. The music of circlesquare has a limited
sonic toolbox, but jeremy knows how to use such restrictions
better than anyone else.
Having released one album, one ep, and a smattering of extra
tracks for limited 7" singles on the excellent but ultimately
flawed output recordings label, jeremy relocated to the centre
of all thing minimal, berlin, signed to !k7, and set about
releasing one of the best albums of 2009.
Forged from the same elements as previous releases, songs
about dancing and drugs, continues with the love for simple
but effective synths, drum machine rhythms, layered monotonic
vocals, and copious appearances from his beloved twang guitar.
The effects are often spellbinding. songs gradually build up
from a simple handclap beat, or hissy sample, to a careful,
but ear pleasing combination of digitally enhanced bleeps and
dub bass heavy rumbles supplemented with spoken/whispered
lyrics that are often looped/layered/echoed to maximum effect.
For example, the climax of album opener, hey you guys, and
mid-album highlight with its throbbing synth line, ten to one,
both extol in this particular sonic trademark, yet providing
hooks that will hit hard by the fourth listen.
While the album title may imply this is a superficial listen
whereby style has more value than substance, the vague lyrical
and sonic heaviness of the world weary groove of bombs away,
away, puts such suggestions to bed. uneasy listening never
sounded so right. just try to keep those tears at bay when the
trumpet solo kicks in. Then to bring this downtrodden
perfection to a close, is the 13 minute closer, all live but
the ending. where real sounding drums are placed amongst cut
up vocals, twitchy bleeps, and treated guitars for several
minutes, before the song restructures and morphs into
something even more powerful giving way to a brilliant tension
creating crescendo.