Articles by Si Forster
They are both markedly different to each other thanks to their instrumentation and subject matter, but even the two themes of science and religion don’t keep White Sands Harbour, 1984 and Synaxis far apart in the universe that Ellis Cage has created.
Sing the Night in Sorrow lifts spirits, adds shade to memories and is just such a bloody hoot to listen to.
The band have picked up all the best bits from everything they love from the scene (and others), turned it inside out, added new stuff and then forced it upon us as hard as they could. There are absolutely no complaints from me about that.
There’s a slightly distorted unreality to what goes on that makes experiencing this record both beautiful and uncomfortable, depending on how you want to take it in.
to be honest if you listen to this and don’t feel the need to try to make a difference, or give a small amount to someone who is in a better position to do so, then this record isn’t for you
This is all stuff that means a lot to the performer, and hopefully to the rest of us.
Of course this list is incorrect. The following guide will probably do more to confuse new listeners and annoy longstanding fans alike.
Far from a document of the dead, The Sad and Beautiful World of Sparklehorse is mostly a celebration of a life spent making friends, peers and fans happy.
Mark Lanegan continues to refuse to stand still and do anything that’s expected of him, and while he continues to do this at such a consistently high standard, long may he continue to do whatever the hell he feels like.
The sign of a good split record is the blend of “come for what you know, stay for what you don’t”, and The Time Between Us is an excellent example of this.
Vinculum certainly helps with the vague understanding that staring up at the night sky is something that takes in an incomprehensibly huge amount of, well, space.
A great set from the person I came to see, and eyes opened up to those who I hadn’t. Nights out are rarely so complete.
“As a musicianeer and, I suppose, some kind of entertainer, it is my job to provide nourishment for the soul. And so, I dig deep, deep in the well, to find the sweetest waters, and bring them up uncorrupted.” Si Forster talks to Duke Garwood about his new album & the current state of the world.
Duke Garwood is angry. Garden of Ashes is his Angry Album. Duke being Duke though, this is all filtered through various channels and processes before the end result appears as a mostly laid-back, calm and beguiling piece of work
This is a band who are well aware of their local musical heritage and continue to push it onward and upward, even if the onward and upward mood described by these guys is of a Sisyphean bent.
First-time listening proves to be quite a surprise, although it becomes quickly evident that although there’s a lot that is different here, it all fits within their greater framework
Following on from their stately Fain album, Wolf People have taken the step of messing with their own formula a bit. Seemingly investing the profits from their preceding record’s sales on lots and lots of pedals, Ruins is a very deliciously mucky-sounding record throughout.
Peer a bit deeper beyond the mellotron and Summer of Love vocals, and you’ll find plenty of assorted snippets of Screaming Trees memories. Not whole things, but sketches here and there where it’s easy to think “this sounds like it should be on…”
Tommigun put a recognisable stamp right across ‘Wooden Son’ by making sure that they’re never in a rush to get from one end of a song to the other, each track is definitely and deliberately punctuated to let everything drip into your subconscious as it builds from minimalist beginnings to impassioned, cacophonous beasts.
Existing fans will rightly lap this up, anyone else who fancies a bit of an “in” to the happysad world of Lou Barlow will easily find plenty to absorb and fascinate in these five tracks.
Moby well and truly has a voice here, and in These Systems Are Failing he uses it to its impassioned fullest, bolstered in no small fashion with the addition of the D.H. Lawrence-inspired Void Pacific Choir, a title apt in both its geographical and psychological inferences, although peaceful is anything but the result here. By Si Forster