Chapels- split c20
takes on mangy guitar free form. Gown, as always, brings a gritty guitar
bathed in lust. Always for real. Chapels has broken near-beats and broken
guitar. Both sides, a gentle rampage.
c20 edition of 51.
OUT OF PRINT
Ear Conditioned Nightmare
Another nice split from the
House of Alchemy label, presented like Rambutan/Chapels number in a super
stripped down and ultra classy cover. This time around it's the label
leader himself in cohoots with Gown, whose exploits are well known and
always glowing. A brief number--only 10 minutes a side--means that both
efforts have to be even more focused. Neither falters of course, and these
two sides burn with a real glory.
First side belongs to Gown, aka Andrew MacGregor, member of Bark Haze,
whose "Early Morning Missing" finds intertwining, molten lines
meshing into a string twanging call to arms. Steady and smoldering stuff,
it's pure guitar catharsis here, gliding rumbles buried under ringing
smatters that coalesce into polygons of gray crisscrossing over flattened
landscapes. Parts sound like they were unleashed from some underground
vault, prehistoric and new. Some unwary scientist having hit the wrong (or
right, depending on how you look at it I suppose) chasm with his shovel
blade and suddenly the skies were filled with primordial squall. Really
lovely, and so brief as to just get your feet off the ground before
dropping you back down for maximum effect. Rejoice!
Whereas the Gown side lifts its head toward the rising sun, the Chapels
offering, "Ran Past 10 Dark Houses," shields its eyes from the
celestial rays, instead seeking its own inner heat source by burying
downward into the dark. Not that this is all nasty business, it's just a
tad less open to the world at large, forming jabs in the dirt just below
the decaying leaf matter and three floors above the mole men. Simmers too
though, warmed by the channels of heated air blowing through these
subterranean caverns. Digs its head up and smells the logs and the mulch
when the moment's right too, humming its crackling melodies through the
hollowed cavities until they've intercepted one another and turned
themselves inside out, skewed but not entirely indecipherable. Another
awesome split from the label, and one with plenty to be found in the
folds. Time constraints are certainly no obstruction here, as all those
ideas in such a small area makes it burn twice as hot.