The first track, ‘Invocation’, begins with a reverberation of bells surrounding me before suddenly a cacophony of noise that spans mechanical friction, splices of distant AM radio and undulating feedback startles amidst the serenity. The soothing chimes of the bells have become a distant memory. Soon though, drones via Forrest Marquise’s fiddle and Ian McColm’s harmonium come into focus, recalling that meditative state that the bells invoked. The track proceeds with rising harmonic overtones at the forefront, grounded by Bachman’s drifting melodic guitar lines filtering through. I closed my eyes, absorbed and lying within the noise as it proceeded on its sonic exposition, lasting for over 18 minutes.
It is happening all too-often. Pretty much every other day I am greeted with stories of another stabbing victim, another life damaged or destroyed by knife crime. These victims are often in their teenage years or early 20s, their futures cut short by violence. We could call it a worrying rise or we could call […]
‘Life is full of noise and that death alone is silent… nothing essential happens in the absence of noise’. Noise: the Political Economy of Music, Jaques Attali (1985) What meaning is in a sound? To hear the rattle of gunfire from the comfort of your stereo speakers, is our imagination transported to a distant war zone, or […]
The very real anger and frustrations of the working classes across Britain have failed to be addressed and the European Union and the issues of immigration have sadly been utilised as a scapegoat through a thinly-veiled xenophobia disguised as taking back control of the nation’s democracy.