Passive/Aggressive

Mythic Sunship – Eroderende kolosser i horisonten (premiere)

Blog April 28 2017

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Af Mikkel Kongstad

Den københavnske doom-psych kvartet er tilbage med deres andet udslip på odenseanske El Paraiso Records, “Land Between Rivers”. Kvartetten – der med største naturlighed agerer opvarming for de svenske psych-legender, Träd, Gräs Och Stenar, når de nu på lørdag (d. 29. april) besøger København – fortsætter sin rejse ind i den mørke del af kosmos, hvor psych, free-jazz, doom, krautrock a la Amon Düul og stoner-rock smelter sammen i et tonstungt amalgam. Det er næppe for sjov, at man på Youtube finder brugere (musikfans, lad os bare kalde dem, hvad de er), der skaber mash-ups af doom-rockerne i Sunn O))) og John Coltranes spirituelle free-jazz.

Der er ganske enkelt skabt en passage mellem den trance-agtige, mørke doom, den mekaniske krautrock og free-jazzens lovløshed, og det er den, Mythic Sunship kiler sig ind i og udvider med magtfuldt spruttende lyd. Læs resten

F.E. Denning – Waves of unstoppable noise

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F.E. Denning “Under the Linden Tree” (The Tide of the End, 2016) – Review by Andrew Hannah

On some ambient or drone records, there’s a feeling of stasis. As passages of music unfold – or don’t – as a listener you can feel moved without moving, your heart beats faster or slower, your synapses flicker to life … but physically things stay the same. It might be that this is the fault, or the intention of the musician, to highlight an inability to move or progress, to be stuck somewhere without hope of moving on.

The music of Copenhagen’s F E Denning does not feel like this; drones start small and rumble to earth shattering crescendos. While your heart pumps and your cortex is exercised, forests are decimated and cities crumble, laid waste by the force of Denning’s compositions on “Under the Linden Tree”.
It’s not just man-made or natural constructions being brought down on this wasteland of a record; Denning is turning his gaze on society from a point of isolation, away from the madding crowd perhaps sheltering from the gathering storm under the titular tree. Læs resten