Grouper's (Liz Harris) "unofficial" thrid album. Not sure why some people think it's unoffcial. Maybe because it was vinyl only, or because it was so painfully limited. Who knows. Anyway, this is an absolute gem of an album, that actually manages to stand out a bit from her other wonderful releases.
Absofuckinglutely drenched in glorious reverb, this album is something tangible seen through blurred vision. A nice a pillow for your brain that will lull you into the safety of loving embrace. Maybe that's just me. It's not really drone, it's not what you want to call shoegaze....ambience? No, it's much more than that. It's floating through a brackish sea, surrounded by fog. All alone with your thoughts and sorrows. Suddenly, a little bit of light appears, a light that comforts and lifts your sorrows. This is the kind of music that plays inside the uterus during pregnancy. Prepping you for all the life that lies ahead.
Gorgeous and essential.
No comments:
Post a Comment