Monday, January 12, 2009

Caesura - Helios Review (Yusif VS Ryan)



[Caesura begins]
Tape recorder is turned on...
[Jan. 2nd, 2009]

Yusif - OK, I’m a bit concerned right off the bat with ‘Hope Valley Hill’. It sounds eerily like Eingya… and don’t get me wrong, I dig my Eingya, but I liked to think Kenniff had struck a sudden chord with that record, where everything he touched had some zen-like power and found a well-earned niche of ardent followers. ‘Hope Valley Hill’ makes me wonder if more pretty post-rock is really going to be this guy’s ceiling.

Ryan - Understood. And that was his big criticism last time around… his tunes lacked tension, what some referred to as “sonic wallpaper”.

Y - But [Hope Valley Hill]’s climax was a thing of beauty! Maybe not so different but still acknowledgeable. In either case, Helios raises the bar with ‘Come With Nothings’, featuring a staticy bass note for tempo that crosses into some lovely acoustic tones.

R - I feel like I’m in a garden right now. The dewiest garden of all time. But this unprocessed drumbeat that jumps into it all just gave a very humane vitality to what was before kinda synthetic-sounding.

Y - Haha, you know what? Now that you mention it I think everytime I’ve listened to Helios I’ve been in some mental-garden as well. Looks of grey clouds, light rain, occasional bouts of sunshine gloaming across the hills?

R - Yep, that’s creepy. Let’s not compare dreams anymore… we’ve been hanging out too much.

Y - Not enough! Mind-reader! Dream-reader!

R - We’ve missed a lot of track 3 thinking about this. Moving on, ‘Glimpse’ was pretty standard stuff eh? Nothing poked out at me, really.

Y - I agree, and this is the kind of thing I was talking about: the whole pretty vs empty argument. Some people live by this stuff, the ambient-electronica that delves closer to new age sentiments, but others find it unchallenging. And its true, Helios songs do force a given mood upon its listener, guiding you so to speak, instead of letting us follow our own instincts. Closer to imaginary soundtracks than ambient.

R - That said, Caesura has probably some of the best unheard, Hollywood-ending songs in existence. ‘Fourteen Drawings’ was another crowd-pleasers for quietly dramatic chord shifts. Eingya was no stranger to the Hollywood-endings, think: ‘Bless This Morning Year’ or ‘Dragonfly Over Horizon’ or whatever...

Y - I’d say Caesura has some of the best potential indie-soundtrack tracks ever. Eingya’s were never that over the top, and [Backlight] is serious! No new-age here; this is dark shit! [Caesura] sounds more like staying-in-amid-winter-storms-music than garden-music, with more industrial undertones than before.

R - Then we picked a good night for this – look outside. It’s only a small blizzard but Toronto will still go into emergency-mode.

Y - This record is changing the feel of winter to me, which I find a bit disturbing! Here I’ve spent my winter months listening to music for being out in the snow, whereas this, like its cover-art, sounds better-suited or more suggestive of indoors, watching the storm from safety. Now I’m not saying it’ll one day replace Boards of Canada or anything, but Caesura is a great chill-out record. This is premium stuff for lie-on-the-floor zone-outs.

R – [Boards of Canada] is really good winter music! I wonder if everyone feels that way…

Y – You were telling me about a good winter CD a few weeks ago –

R – Yeah, Millimetrik. From Quebec. Super-good.

[‘A Mountain of Ice’ passes]

R - Can we listen to that again? There’s the dark material you were talking about. I dig how Kenniff got a bit dirty with the heavy guitar… went for texture instead of harmony.

Y - That was a great song – probably my second highlight so far – but you know the rules. Gotta go song-by-song. And I should say, each song has had a definite purpose. No obvious filler so far. ‘Mima’ was another slowburner and ‘Shoulder to Hand’ is showcasing some more of Kenniff’s sparse percussion. A few of Eingya’s tracks felt treasonous, having slipped from the ledge of pleasant and into schmaltzica, but Caesura seems more troubled… and possibly more complex than previous work.

R – Schmaltzica… nice. What do you think about Helios going back to instrumental on this disc, after the brief vocal-experimenting on Ayres?

Y - Hard to say… truth be told, I’ve yet to put my money down for that one. You?

R - I heard it once at Soundscapes; the vocals sounded fine. Completely serviceable for the Helios brand of post-rock. I recall liking the idea of Helios with vocals but, again, found the music to be a tad…

Y - unchallenging?

R - Haha, right.

[VERDICT]

Yusif – I found it pretty good on first listen. For me, textual beauty and tons of melody are slightly less important than the occasional, unpredictable surprise. So in many respects I anticipated this first-listen to be more relaxing than intensive. I’ll return to this semi-often, but more as daytime music. 6/10

Ryan – Sounded right on par with Eingya, which is pretty formidable comparison for a record I’ve only heard once. I feel a really delicate branching-out with Caesura, where the dew-soaked longing in Eingya – notably as life-affirming as its cover-art – feels subdued here – frozen maybe – amid the nebulous liner-notes and wintry-painted landscape. I’ll be reviewing this myself sometime when I’ve wrapped my head around it. Good first impression though. 8/10

Monday, January 5, 2009

WELCOME TO TRIPTOWN

"Don't slow down, now... drive on through the crash..."

As far as reviews go, you can’t get much worse than customer write-ups. No matter how awful the album is, you’ll find a ton of borrowed praise and fanboy gushing. No party is guiltier of posting these five-star frenzies than Amazon. Once in awhile, however, you catch a review which is as detailed of their listening environment as the album itself. I recall reading a pretentious take on Adem’s Homesongs, which involved the writer and his love interest memorizing every lyric after a passionate romp in a parked car. I remember getting some solid advice against listening to Confusion is Sex while really drunk. These situational pieces of memory written by strangers have hung around the back corners of my mind far longer than any “ethereal”, “groundbreaking” write-ups that professional critics clone onto laptops day after day. Why don’t people write reviews the only way they ring true… from personal experience?

The authenticity of these reviews is in their testimonials: in short, the album in question TRANSCENDS! It takes you beyond any forty-five minute daydream and grabs a piece of you (be it your memory, your place in time or thought). Certain times of year, people or feelings become inexplicably linked to said album, therefore rendering any objective proclamations pretty fucking pointless. Instead of hiding behind surveyed objectivity, let’s talk anecdotes, ghost stories, first-listens and second chances. What’s magic and complimentary, what’s narcotic or fraught with perplexities? What trips the tripmeter?

* = not recommended
* * = average
* * * = recommended
* * * * = ESP-approved!
* * * * * = Triptown Classic


Until I think up a better grading system, Triptown
will abide the five-star parameter that Amazon and
so many customers abuse. These five stars - called
the Tripmeter - work a bit differently, classifying
albums from least to most transcending.

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