Its a sad, sad world in which we live, when an album as heartbreakingly beautiful as this has only one measly review on here. Oh well, maybe this isn't the place for it anyway.
A few words then.
Mogwai, Godspeed, Aeriel M, Tortoise amongst others all got me hooked in the late 90s. As well as this you had lovely electronica being created by Boards of Canada, ISAN, The Remote Viewer, Hood etc. An exiting time to be getting into music I reckon, though by no means was this mirrored in the commercial world (what a foul place that is anyway...).
Anyway, soon into the new millennium, I heard these sounds replicated and driven into the ground by lesser talents and less creative minds (I won't name names), in short I'd lost most of my faith in what could loosely be called Post Rock/electronica. Then I heard this album and I was floored totally by its exquisite lovliness.
Its the depth of detail in each piece, the rhythms that seemed to be derived from table tops, the bark from trees or the stomp of a foot in a dusty old hall coupled with the most heartbreaking reverberating electric guitar lines and acoustic picking. Add to this the dreamlike, faded and degraded ambient fogs that drift in and out of the album at points like long forgotten memories of lost summers and lost loves.
This is the best instrumental album of this Millennium in my opinion and will never appear in any top 100 albums or anything like that, because this is real folk music. For the few of us that still remain as untainted by this awful world as we can (its a hard fight) this album provides comfort and warmth.
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