4 Songs, 37 Minutes


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From the very beginning this feels good. Like the previous Secret Earth, the album is a quartet of songs - two long and two short ones. As far as Dead C recordings, this is quite clean - the drums are crisp, cymbals not too splashy and centered fairly well in the mix on opener "Empire" whilst the twin guitars of Russell and Morley are split left and right, howling and whistling. This is music of space, there is a greater freedom within the group playing here that defines the space where the music exists - if ever they band produced a stadium record, it's this one. The powerchords are back, chug-chugging as the drums keep time and the other guitar delivers a rhythmic ambience of coil-noise, driving the song with an outlandish anti-solo. Roughly halfway through the first song, just when you thought that you liked them, when you felt safe with the familiar idea of a rock trio, they go and break it all down. The howling, growling waves of alien noise come back, creeping up on you.

This is by far the most beautiful sounding album I have ever heard, the balance between drone and control is astonishing. It's almost as if they each have the tune in their heads, that perfect symbiosis between them where each band member knows what the other two are thinking. As Lou Reed bragged to Lester Bangs of Metal Machine Music "There's whole symphonies in there, you just gotta listen with the right pair of ears." (I'm quoting from memory so it might be wrong) Just opening your ears (and brain)to the idea that music is only our brains interpretation of what the ear drum tells it, that it is the electrical processes with our grey matter that form these twitchy impulses into what we think we're actually hearing. The interplay of pulsating, wind-like tones and the familiar boom-tap of drums tell us that this is music, that it has a beat and therefore is a linear motion, a progression toward a possible conclusion. As we cross the central bridge between sides one and two via the percussive Federation and the driving, restless Shaft, the overall feel of the album begins to form a cohesive whole.

Patience, then, is an album I have been returning to more and more as of late. It's a slow burner, a beacon of light -as it were- a spirited whole which speaks in many voices and carries me to many different places. Again, as with the previous Secret Earth, I get the feeling of flying over alien landscapes. I get the feeling of discovery and of peeling layers back, revealing more layers, complexities upon complexities.
The final cut - South - is an incredible humming, clicking, buzzing compendium of little moments. It is a field of insects, a dive deep beneath rolling oceans, night falling through fog. It is the search for extraterrestrial intelligence, echoing through nebulae and star fields. I listen to this in the dark on headphones and am transported way out to somewhere aside from myself.
The Dead C continue to make records and I continue to listen them.
Simply astonishing.

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