Showing posts with label Lost Tribe Sound. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lost Tribe Sound. Show all posts

VIEO ABIUNGO "The Dregs" (Lost Tribe Sound)




One of the joys of reviewing records is getting something truly wonderful that you would never seek out on your own. “The Dregs” is one of those albums for me. The music is deep and cinematic, a mélange of world folk sounds- oud, marimba, Afro/tribal percussion I don’t have names for. Its the sort of filmless soundtrack music that begs for visual accompaniment. Not to say the music doesn’t stand strongly on its own, it does. This is the type of album I’d play over any of Goddfrey Reggio’s Qatsi  films in lieu of Glass’s soundtrack. Or rather, what I would expect to hear as the score to an Africanized remake of El Topo.
Vieo Abiungo is the pseudonym of composer and producer William Ryan Fritch, who has a pretty solid resume scoring for film and television. That much is obvious from the moment the music starts. This album is not the kind of lo-fi bedroom-produced inner space soundtrack that is usually associated with the cassette underground. This music could be on Tzadik. But Fritch decided to make it private and personal. A cassette in an edition of 100. You may hear this music in a documentary at some point, but I doubt the album will be featured on Weekend Edition or found in a Putamayo display at Starbucks anytime soon. Take this album as a gift. Private music from a generous soul.

SEABUCKTHORN
"I Could See the Smoke" C23
(Lost Tribe Sound)




“Music for Octavio Paz” meets “the Glass Bead Game” in this drop-dead-fucking-gorgeous exercise for attacking and caressing a plethora of trembling, sympathetic strings. Is he bowing a cello, or that very same 12-string guitar? &How’s come so many wildly differing timbres, expertly culled from steel, nylon, & paired octaves, fit so perfectly now, where they’ve always otherwise sounded competitive and distracting?

Organically recorded and produced (well, pretty much), this EP is a brilliant taster for what could very well be the torch-passing from Ben Chasny and James Blackshaw’s former Psychedelic/American-Primitive feats to this UK newblood, Andy Cartwright, aka Seabuckthorn.

The physical tape is (rightfully) already sold out, so keep an eye out for anything in the works.

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-- Jacob An Kittenplan