Jul 21, 2011
This is going to be the last album Dhlquist will make as Asva and in that spirit it has the feeling of a final speech from a remote place. It's a testament, an epitaph, something unearthly, almost divine, that isn't concerned with common music structures. It honestly drove me to tears. As weird as it may sound, it did. Possibly, it wont have the same effect to you. It might even bore you. But the best approach to this album could be to free your mind of any prejudice, put it on your stereo, wear headphones, and let it flow into you. The four long pieces that compose it are opened and closed by mysterious “a capella” melodies. While I am not informed enough to know where they're from, they work. Its like being introduced toa ritual. The spiraling sounds then begin. Organs, drums, a sensual and yet unsettling bass build up. The voice of Kayo Dot's Toby Driver chants on, with a hypnotic intensity that simply gets under your skin and trickles inside.
The guitars start creeping inside. The effect is scary yet magnificent. The mood is something that word can't describe, almost like the whole music is screaming for you to simply let yourself be absorbed and enraptured by the crescendo. It's like watching a stark work of art develop under your eyes, the sounds twirling one into the other and creating a melody that doesn't really sound like any other. You could name their first work “What you don't know is frontier” or even some of the original post-rock innovators, but the whole thing is different. More hypnotic. More sober and yet grandiose. The four songs are just like one glorious piece in different movements, they tie together and take you elsewhere.
Simply magnificent. That's the only word that really fits.
Review Written By Andrea Contanzo
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