Cindytalk have been going for over 30 years now. Maybe there’s something about experimental music that breeds survivors. Perhaps the avant-garde spirit of continual destruction and recreation has rejuvenating effect on its creators. In the opening minute of the first track, ‘Time to Fall’, chiming bells break and fracture in a twist of blank noise. Scrapes of distortion assail the ears and it’s immediately apparent that this is a much more abrasive work than their previous outing, 2011’s ‘Hold Everything Dear’. Before long it’s built up to a tumultuous squall of pink and white noise that scours the cranial cavity.
Snaking shudders of sound slither across ‘My Drift is a Ghost’, before being washed away in a tide of noise. Beneath, currents of lower frequencies surge and swash. Fleeting flickers of smooth synth threaten to break through like rays of sun into a darkened room, but in an instant, they’re gone, dragged away by a sandstorm of static. Explosions bathed in galactic reverb bear down on the listener during ‘As If We Had Once Been’, the emergent rhythms gliding out in concentric spirals before shards of treble crash across ‘On a Pure Plane’. Yet from the screech of interference emerges a broad, soft sonic haze that pulses calmly as the album fades to black.
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In the main, it’s not delicate or gentle, and is more reminiscent of Prurient than anything else that comes to mind. So yes, it's pretty heavy duty stuff – and all the better for it.
Cindytalk Online
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