With the onset of the Corona Virus pandemic changes occurred in the underground music scene. From moving to largely Digital releases through to the Bandcamp revenue initiatives, arguably more music was released due to the nature of isolation and lock down. It has become quite difficult to keep up to speed with all these releases, […]
The world is a blur especially the musical one. Releases come at a rapid rate that not all can be processed in time for their release dates. As I try to balance the older and newer releases, here are some released in February which I cast a brief look over. “Ammil” started as […]
Having recently lost a close family member to Alzheimer’s related illnesses, I can partially sympathise and empathise with how Francis M. Gri, owner of Krysalisound label, feels with this neat new record. Boke means “Blur”, and is made to represent memory disorders and the time it takes for an image to do just that. Gri calls it “the memory illness” – it’s always dementia, Alzheimer’s or some such. Great novelist Terry Pratchett was taken from us by the latter; many its link.
On with the record itself, and this uses repetition as a narrative device. Give ’em a few rounds, then hit ’em with the boomerang. It catches us unawares. Succinctly peaceful, the album is so decent it dispenses with nom de plume’s such as “beautiful art” – I don’t want to wax insincerely about a delicate subject that has affected so many, and is being shown to put pay to Covid figures among others. What does one do when the memory is ready to pack up? Francis communicates the point well in some of my investigative email questions: “you transform in an empty box…we ARE memories it’s undeniable!”
It is like that – life is a blur, because the present is at best a memory, since memories are about dream or goal meeting, and fantasy becomes secondary. Memory loss is rife with grief, and that is presented emotionally on “Boke”. Especially that track, which closes the record. The music sounds like it comes from a very faraway place. A bit like Bvdub’s, and his recent record “Ten Times The World Lied” on Glacial Movements, of similar ilk. Directionally but not genre wise, the sombre feel of Massive Attack tracks with Tracey Thorn and the like. Those have a similar emotional trippy poignancy to them.
In its palette spectrum, much ground is covered, painting in cool blues, treading miles upon miles in a dead body’s shoes. That lifting of a classically trained surfeit, Francis working with many musicians over the years, now producing his own material most of all, has never sounded so comforting in my own rough time with with coming to terms. I can tell you now, “Boke” is destined to be a quiet memory in the back of your mind for years to come. It, like a blur, will wait for you.
[KrysaliSound] Delicate stille di crepitante suono che ridisegnano i tratti della meraviglia della natura. È un inno alla semplicità che nasce dalla complessità il percorso che segna il debutto di Ishmael Cormack, una gentile escursione tra luminosi bozzetti armonici che riverberano in un vivido universo sospeso nel tempo. Catturate all’interno di un’antica chiesa del Somerset, […]
You start to think “What gives?” with an album title like “Ammil”. Seemingly chemical related, this Ishmael Cormack debut on the wine-bottle-uncorking Krysalisound pacifier is a sheer calming, “drink it all in” ladle for the Spring season that is following us in the wake of the Coronavirus outbreak…
Yes, this album is ‘calm’. But the electro-acoustic drones are just something else. It recalls Paul Ferrini’s poetry, and where he says “you have to break through to where the pain is”, as if some encapsulation of wonder and release. And where the opener is light and plaintive, the second track “Bending Snow” intensifies the slushy grip of macro-movement in the soluble harmonic shifts that generate and regenerate on the entirety of the piece.
There is a great deal of “pure space” in this record, as if the mind has been filter-jug weaned several times of a liminal hymn, some kind of strange virus we call life. Of course waxing about poison is like dancing about architecture to the journalistic vanguard, at least what most on the base level think of as “good artwork” or “understandable messages”. And Cormack with this music paints that idea very clear in the listener’s head.
It sounds like he has found time to unclutter his brain of the troubles of anyone’s past and just, not to coin a phrase, rest in the peace of the present. With people dying all the time and a generalized castration weirdness of the media in recent times, where technology overtakes humanity, and racism is really xenophobia and bigotry, the openness and gentility of this sound map is an easy and inviting one to follow. It’s also a perfect starting point for the label itself, and at name your price on Bandcamp for a download it is well worth checking out.