Lone -'Airglow Fires' [review] PUBLISHED JULY 2013- NOW THEN

LONE- ‘AIRGLOW FIRES’ [MUSIC REVIEW] 

PUBLISHED July 2013

We seem to always be awaiting the return of the prodigal sun.

It’s like a family member who’s perpetually away on foreign business. You learn to cope without them, come to terms with the fact they’re gone, then become infatuated to the point of worship when they come bouncing back.

The people of these British Isles have such a collective vitamin D deficiency that rickets are a genuine worry.

We see our star so little that the Scottish water board have recently taken it upon themselves to add the vitamin to their national supply, although there won’t be any real benefit until it becomes one of the many additives in IRN BRU.

Any opportunity to rekindle our estranged relationship with tanning is rinsed for all it’s worth. We thrive on anything the least bit summery. Cheap strawberries, disposable barbecues and the odd hosepipe ban make the grey days we have to endure seem a little more bearable, and there’s nothing quite like sun drenched music to make the humours a little less tepid. 

Just as we’re all a few showers away from a full washout a ray hope comes in the form of Lone. The first piece of fresh material from the Nottingham virtuoso in over a year, ‘Airglow Fires’, is a sun kissed belter of the highest order. 

Bursting at the seams with lush choral pads, twinkling synths and a freshly baked Chicago groove, the whole package is a much welcomed dose of warmth.

The track’s 2 step themed rhythm section and sporadic melody lend it a bounce that’s impossible to ignore. Floaty breakdowns and dense drops eventually wind down into a balmy beat skit, cut from the same cloth as the efforts from sophomore album ‘Lemurian’.

Keeping with it’s toasty theme, the B side ‘Begin To Begin’ plays out as the perfect accompaniment to a tropical dusk. Muted stabs, soft cymbal rides and yet more dulcet female pads lazily crawl through a sublime blanket of reverb. The whole tracks’s foundation is a drowsy 4/4 that perks things up enough to make it a real eyes closed swaying number.

Lone continues to adapt his style masterfully, and he seems to have tailored this adaptation to the season we covet the most.

As we wait for the prodigal sun to grace us again, the return of the correct spelling will do just fine.

Love Saves The Day [INTERNSHIP SUBMISSION] Submitted April 2013

Typically, the way for a festival to show it’s full potential is to be outstanding in it’s field

However, the modern reveler seeks to take back the city. 

The appeal of civic shenanigans are indisputable and neighbourhood hedonism is something firmly on the creative minds of Bristol’s art and music scene.

With a background in rising South West institutions See No Evil and In: Motion the team at Love Saves The Day set to treat Castle Park right and dote on her something rotten for a second time.

The 25th of May is due to bring a primed Bristol distinctly cutting edge music on the cusp of the Old City. Now in its sophomore year, the festival boasts a heavy duty roster covering all aspects of the underground music scene that inspired it.

Institutions and new blood, heavy hitters and underground gems all stand level pegging in a celebration of all things electronic. 

Bonobo, AlunaGeorge, Bicep, Crazy P and Mr. Scruff make up a small percentage of a table of contents aptly illuminating the pulling power of Bristol’s desire to party and it’s need to do it properly.

With a locally sourced posse of curators including the likes of provincial party starters Just Jack, Futureboogie and Shapes the ethos of community is clear and the idea of a party for and by the people is distinct.

It’s rare for an event to be born from so much love. Savour the day when it finally arrives. 

[Review] Synkro- Acceptance [ Published In NOW THEN issue 59 February 2013]

Paradoxically, minimalism has a lot going for it.

We all either went through a period where we thought we liked minimal techno or a period where we had no idea it was around. 

They’re both essentially the same thing.

Mildly tedious electronic fad or no, there’s a certain amount of beauty in restraint. 

The simple act of holding a little back can open up whole new worlds of gratification.

It’s the same principle that applies to only eating half a tube of Pringles or watching no more than 10 minutes of absolutely any Michael Bay movie.

Allowing simple musical motifs to speak volumes is something modern music has been indulging in since the 1960’s. The ‘New York Hypnotic School’ of classical musicians, which included the likes of Steve Reich and Philip Glass, pioneered a style of sonics that modern musicians such as Aphex Twin and Fennesz adapted into ambient and drone soundscapes. Take the reconstructed floaty sounds of the ‘future garage’ scene that reared it’s head a few years back and welcome to the subject at hand. 

Minimalist, ambient, forward thinking, upfront, future bass music. 

Before you get any ideas, I’m coining that term so back off.

Manchester’s Synkro has been forging his name as a garage/ 2 step artist for a good old while but it wasn’t until 20011’s absolutely exquisite ‘Look At Yourself’ that you could really see his true floaty potential. 

His latest LP ‘Acceptance’ is the sound of an artist who has truly grown into their own style. Packed to the gills with lush consonant harmonies, delayed etherial vocals and crisp, expertly mastered beats everything ambles along at a pace that betrays it’s true 135BPM roots. 

The addition of reverb heavy guitar strummings on nearly half of the offerings show a brief foray into a depth of new musicality, or just reinforcement of the idea that guitars in electronic music make you seem like more of a credible artist.

Pick one.

It’s production value is so high that it makes speakers sing. Little Burial-esque nuances of rain and traffic slip through unobtrusively and bass lines feel like soft damp cuddles.

It’s warm and familiar yet current and edgy. 

Like a kitten smoking crack. 

If this lush offering could be described as anything it would be whoopee makin’ music for the bass generation.

Minimalist, ambient, forward thinking, upfront, future, baby making music. 

Coined it. 

[Preview] Four Tet @ In: Motion [Published in Fear Of Fiction Oct 2012]

There’s nothing quite like witnessing someone at the height of their career.

I call it the ‘Under Seige moment’. That brief but glorious snapshot where Seagal wasn’t clinically obese and didn’t require a stand in when the script called for a close up of his hands.

That’s where Kieran Hebden (Four Tet) is right now. The height of his career that is, not 

helping to ease Steven Seagal’s metacarpal issues.

The man can seem to do no wrong. At least not in my eyes, or indeed in the eyes of an anonymous friend of mine who spent the majority of his secret set at Bestival sobbing. Quite right too. It was blooming glorious, which is a given whenever Signor Tet is involved.

So, if you needed another reason to get excited about the 5th of October, other than it being my birthday, it should be that Four Tet himself is gracing the hard concrete floor of Motion with the Hessle Audio troupe and fellow virtuoso Floating Points.

A line up that good can be pretty overwhelming. 

I’ve already packed the Kleenex for Katy.

[Preview] In: Motion [Publish in Fear Of Fiction Sept 2012]

People are always waffling on about seasons.

Soccer season.

Ski seasons.

“Oooh that chicken’s a tad bland. It could do with some seasoning.”

Bee season.

Seasons allow a modicum of anticipation. They provide heightened pleasure through the act of withholding their potential.
All except the chicken one.

It’s because of this that simple folk like you and I get giddy as arseholes at the prospect of the Autumn/ Winter clubbing season. My former people of the North get Manchester’s Warehouse Project and we, my friends, get the epic In: Motion.

This years whale of a roster contains the talents of Four Tet, Floating Points, Josh Wink, Public Enemy, Joy Orbison, Kerri Chandler, Disclosure, Jamie Jones and Fatboy chuffing Slim to name but a tiny handful. There are big name takeovers from Hessle Audio, Futureboogie and Cocoon and a new year’s rinse out as the cherry atop the disco fudge cake.

I’m fully aware that, like me, your September 29th will be spent celebrating International Coffee Day but that evening should be graced with In: Motion’s massive Jamie Jones led opener.

The wait is over. It’s In: Season.

[Review] Four Tet- Pink [Publish in Fear Of Fiction Aug 2012]

In a predominantly digital world of distribution the idea of vinyl only releases seems fairly alien to some.

All and sundry are rocking an ‘i’ something or other but not everyone is decked out with a set of 1200’s.

Limited vinyl releases have been about since records began (pun unashamedly intended) and as outmoded as they seem to some, they show no real sign of disappearing. Perhaps it’s a defiant final middle finger to the remnants of the Napster generation, or maybe we were so quick to blindly accept change we dismissed tradition.

You know, whichever’s funnier.

Happy to scratch everyone’s itch, Kieran Hebden has provided an opportunity to snag some of his tastiest morsels from the past year and a smidge.

Morsels like, his Fabriclive exclusives ‘Locked/Pyramid’, the stupendous ‘Pinnacles’ from his Daphni co-release, cracking newbie ‘Ocoras’ and 128 Harps, the one I don’t like.

Couple this with two new tracks which are sans release and you’ve got an ace LP.

Or, if like me, you own 80% of these already you’ll feel like he’s dropped a deuce.

You know, whichever’s funnier.

[Review] The Cinematic Orchestra- In Motion 1 [Published In NOW THEN Issue 52 July 2012]

It’s very rare that an artist can live up to their name.

Prince being an obvious exception.

A performance alias is generally just intended to make you sound cooler, like DJ Shitmat or Big Pooh.

It’s not often an artist’s moniker gives a apt description of what they do. At least I very much hope so in the case of Big Pooh.

A nom de Ableton Live is bloody difficult to choose. I myself have been through many a different branding, my personal favourite being ‘TJ Bass’. Not least because it made me sound about as cool as the interior of a McDonald’s apple pie following a thirty minute tanning session inside a Breville. 

For The Cinematic Orchestra, their name became somewhat of a self fulfilling prophecy. 

After receiving masses of critical acclaim for their first album ‘Motion’ they ended up bagging the opportunity to compose a modern score for the classic silent film ‘Man With The Movie Camera’. 

In addition, they also composed the soundtrack to many people’s relaxed drinking endeavours.

I’ve never worked in, or imbibed in a bar that didn’t have their second album ‘Everyday’ nestled neatly somewhere in a playlist.

It comes as no surprise that after 2007’s self professed  “Soundtrack to an imaginary film” ‘Ma Fleur’, head cinematic orchestrator Jason Swinscoe would want to curate a collection of modern day scorings of classical cinema.

Considering I knocked my AS Level in film studies on the head just after learning how to spell mise en scene, some of the avant- garde pictures in question are a tad beyond me. 

Thankfully, a lack of cinematographic smarts is of no real importance.

The music on offer is stunning. With unnerving and evocative submissions by Austrian beatsmith Dorian concept, piano movements from Austin Perelta and beautiful ensembles by The Cinematic Orchestra themselves. 

Being unaware of the original visuals these pieces were intended for opens up new opportunities for listening. 

It’s especially rewarding if you combine this collection of ornate orchestral pieces with 1992 action epic, Under Siege. 

For example, the truly chilling ‘Entr’acte’ begins with lush chords and slowly develops into a motif of rising strings and moments of discordant tension which coalesce beautifully with the kitchen scene where Seagal makes that bomb out of a mug of oil and a microwave. 

Investing a little time and being prepared to let your noggin take you on an epic journey makes this release something truly special. Not giving it the attention it deserves means you risk missing out on the incredibly moving qualities it possesses and that reward is not worth squandering.

Another chapter which cements the idea that The Cinematic Orchestra are just that, maestros of imagery. 

Let’s hope Big Pooh doesn’t cement anything for a while.