One of those left field UK groups which existed on the fringes of post punk after the original punk nova burst into thousands of tiny fragments - some cooled very quickly whilst others sparkled, then blew and grew. This is one of the latter orbs which has swallowed a galaxy. Originally a two disc album composed of distilled rock linked to sombre piano pieces running as a river, which meant the latter was hardly heard - by me anyway - this combines the textures to bring it together. The CD works better than the album.
So we have the intro composed of ambiance and then it suddenly launches into a constant whirl composed of various tones of dis-stress, the types of worlds that the Swans traversed. Whilst they pulverised, Cindytalk enter into the delirium, a whirlwind of noise, ecstatic wind as a psyche splits into two. So it mirrors a conception of madness forever splintering within the voices inside Gordon's head, as they try to break loose from their prison. Who said madness is negative?
Being bland and staid is nearer to true madness than anything else. The universe is anything but boring. It may appear static because that is what is projected. This however complements the Dyonisian and Appolonian components not of dance but of introjection, the rush of thoughts and the expostulation of wobbling memories, each vying for a distinct voice. Gordon's angst is their vehicle, as angular shattered electric noises are held by the backbone of bass and drum machine. Meanwhile noise fragments rise and fall, such as the memory tugs of the ice cream machine before adolescence launches itself into a full blaze.
Some things from yesteryear lose their sheen very quickly usually because they were overhyped at the time, but this neglected piece of music has ballooned in its sheer collective power to grab hold and cause the listener to stop and hear.
on 13 June 2009
This is Sharps masterpiece. It alternates between beautiful simple melodic pieces, atmospherics, and massive rushes of intensity. If you are looking for standard song structures, and verse chorus verse stuff, this is not for you. This is not brit pop, or industrial, or metal, or any other identifiable genre. One guy listed the genre as 'gordonesque' and that's the best label I've seen.
There are moments of stunning beauty, and others of child like simplicity. The intense pieces rely on masochistic guitar riffs, dissonance, and harrowing vocals. I am having trouble coming up with words to describe the myriad of emotions conveyed in this music. It is one of my all time favourite records.
As to the sound quality: I ordered the white vinyl and was sorely disappointed. It was unlistenable owing to the massive surface noise. Luckily, the Amazon seller I bought it from offered a refund or he would send me the cd version in compensation. I was hesitant to take the cd offer, but I did in the end. Usually modern cds are compressed to heck, and all of the beautiful natural dynamics in music destroyed. So it was with hesitation I put 'in this world' on. But low and behold, it has been mastered properly!!!!! It sounds great and it maintains the integrity of the original.
I heartily recommend this album to anyone who loves non-mainstream music. It is essential.