Below the words, the music. It all starts off sounding so much like Sigur Rós. Almost a parody. Something to get the ears tingling of the sound guy, the one who selects the incidental music for wildlife shows. A killer whale dives into a fountain of waxy surf. An golden eagle flies majestically into the power lines. But at 5:16 it all kicks off. I can hear traces of Spiritualized in there. Maybe even something of the Hüsker Dü in and about the guitars (what is Bob Mould doing these days?) Damn, this is a song. It doesn’t even matter that I wrote an 800 words rant whilst listening to it (and the rest of the album; I’m trying oh-so-hard to get away from the alcohol haze of listening to the same bloody track, on repeat, for five and a half hours without break). Obviously, I then deleted every single word (“Einstürzende Neubauten, blah blah blah…”). If you have prose that requires deletion – call me.
North Atlantic Oscillation / Ritual