Another evasive, mysterious reissue to throw atop the compost heap? Eh, NAW.
Maybe a few too many masterpieces of old coming through the Low Company doors in recent weeks. The kinda records that upon first hearing basically sentenced us to waste the golden years of our lives sat on discogs or in record shops of various hygienic states in search of anything that felt even remotely similar. Well the truth is that NOTHING feels remotely similar to the bewildering, storytelling magic on offer here - personal explorations too extensive and turbulent to be articulated in the pages of a book and so, recited to us via a single studio session with Michael O’Shea and his Mo Cara - this studio time also happens to be recorded by the young and vivacious Blackwing team (Gilbert / Lewis) who’s ability to isolate and enhance even the most minimalist endeavours, falls second to none (see A.C. Marias, Robert Rental or their own work as DOME).
Giving the thesaurus a night aff - VIVACIOUS is O’Shea’s playing on this record - like Cecil Taylor on the piano, Bez on the maraca- they play as if they had invented their instruments, except, O’Shea ACTUALLY DID - he and his dulcimer-shaped frankenstein comprised of Zelochord / sitar running through a hand assembled echo-box generate an ENORMOUS palette of sound - delicate, rhythmic flurries of fret-board-pressure-pointilsm builds a world for the addled mind to dwell whilst powerful, reverberant strums dash you straight back out of it - these dense sonics - once combined with telepathic, pensive pauses - feel as subtle, as surprising as, ahem, LIFE ITSELF. Have we used that one before? Doesn’t fucking matter.
As mentioned, the incidental arrival of this LP and last weeks dome-scrambling “Catch-Wave” has really taken it out of us - searching our feelings and addressing such formative, endlessly exciting BIGGIES - it feels more like trying to write pho-eulogies for steadfast, dependable and inspiring LIFE-COMPANIONS that have consistently brought us joy and will continue to do so for many years to come, and not in fact a series of comments on some FRAGILE, glorified FRISBEES that can’t handle sun, dust, water or anything except acutely-dexterous human contact! Anyway, too spent to continue this babble, incredible record from a real one-off.