A conflagration of phrases superficially wow. 2011 has been a vintage year for recorded music; girls and boys all over the show have been channelling spirits as if harbingers of an alternate reality. The reality where it was Kevin Shields who fronted the Jackson 5. Where John Cale scored Mary Poppins, where Brian Eno applies his sublime talent to producing decent bands for a change.
Flippant surrealism aside, I’ve long argued that wonderful music is a constant, but it’s only in the last few years that we’ve fully understood the mechanics of online assimilation; it’s only relatively recently that the widest of vistas have become fully revealed. The internet is a remarkably democratising tool; we’ve all become our own personal aggregators, and I can make statements such as “there’s so much invigorating music coming out of New York City right now” from the alcohol-enhanced comfort of my own Scottish sanctuary, and can do so with a fair degree of instantly gratified credibility.
Below the words, and in lieu of the Technicolor dissonance of Cale-fronted Dick Van Dyke nonsense: Brooklyn’s Her Vanished Grace. Latest album See the Moon is one of the records gracing the LGM Stereo this week. And by now you all know the routine: I’m a sucker for grinding ethereality, for liberal use of effects pedal, for vocals that hang suspended as if complicit of intelligent sci-fi – and yeah, this band cultivates this certain deliciousness. The urban application of noise against a moonlit backdrop; it’s almost as if there’s much invigorating music coming out of New York City right now.
Her Vanished Grace / See The Moon