There's just too much stuff: too much music, too many books, too much information. It's complete overload, on an overcrowded planet. It's just not possible to do, see, process everything, let alone hold it all dear. The only way to deal with it all is to be selective: extremely selective. This is wholly applicable to an album that's so ambient it's barely there: there's practically nothing to hold onto.
Quiet and subtle is one thing, but Cindytalk take it to new extremes with washes of sound so distant as to hover on the brink of inaudibility. It seems like a lot of work's gone into creating lusciously layered textures, only to minimise them to the point at which they hardly exist. As such, 'Hold Everything Dear' is an example of art that's technically complex yet constructed with the purpose of being self-negating. I suppose, in this sense, there’s no success like (self-directed) failure.
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There are so many good ambient recordings out there, but for all that this one offers, you'd be as well just to open the window a crack.
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