In Its Place
It's bedtime way past. It always is. That's what happens when you sacrifice the bulk of your allotted twenty four hours to being somewhere else. So. This again, for guilt and the need for sleep before I wake's sake is a truncated entry. Horray indeed.
Sometimes it happens that someone makes up for the disappointment caused by someone else. In terms relevant to this journal, sometimes you'll find a piece of music - nay, an artist or an album - that makes up for an artist or an album that turned out to not be what you expected from you initial encounter with them.
Take for example, as this is an example based piece, David Grubbs. His song, Transom, on the Branches And Routes compilation from Fat Cat, was a delicate, lilting piece that brought to mind the best of Kings Of Convenience with an added layer that their dedication to acoustica couldn't match, a static crackle that underpinned everything that put him in the same bracket as Tex La Homa, Magnet and the like. UNPOC and Tim Hutton. Reven Yth. He was, at the time of finding, exactly what we didn't know we were looking for. You know that feeling, right? If you don't, up sticks and leave because you're in entirely the wrong place.
This entire journal is built on the idea of the search.
It was great. Still, there was a little reservation so we held off buying the album a while. Then eventually we did and, well, as you can imagine by the footing this entry kick off on, it disappointed. I'm sure it's a good album and I will play it one day and hear everything he's done with it but at the moment it's three point five stars to Transom's five.
Then we found Tunng. Via Bloc Party - another favour we owe them - all the way thorugh to Mother's Daughter And Other Songs. We were expecting Four Tet with vocals, let's be honest, because when we think Folktronica that's the instant image. Since he invented Folktronica (although with him its something of a misnomer, since there's not a great deal of folk to it). What we got was acoustronica. What? Whatever. Just softly spoken acoustic music peppered with sparkly computer aided detailing and the kind of glitches that keeps music interesting. It took a few plays for it to really shine though but now it has I can hear it. It's the album I was hoping for when I bought A Guess At The Riddle. A far better album than I hoped for even then, in fact.
Sometimes it happens that someone makes up for the disappointment caused by someone else. In terms relevant to this journal, sometimes you'll find a piece of music - nay, an artist or an album - that makes up for an artist or an album that turned out to not be what you expected from you initial encounter with them.
Take for example, as this is an example based piece, David Grubbs. His song, Transom, on the Branches And Routes compilation from Fat Cat, was a delicate, lilting piece that brought to mind the best of Kings Of Convenience with an added layer that their dedication to acoustica couldn't match, a static crackle that underpinned everything that put him in the same bracket as Tex La Homa, Magnet and the like. UNPOC and Tim Hutton. Reven Yth. He was, at the time of finding, exactly what we didn't know we were looking for. You know that feeling, right? If you don't, up sticks and leave because you're in entirely the wrong place.
This entire journal is built on the idea of the search.
It was great. Still, there was a little reservation so we held off buying the album a while. Then eventually we did and, well, as you can imagine by the footing this entry kick off on, it disappointed. I'm sure it's a good album and I will play it one day and hear everything he's done with it but at the moment it's three point five stars to Transom's five.
Then we found Tunng. Via Bloc Party - another favour we owe them - all the way thorugh to Mother's Daughter And Other Songs. We were expecting Four Tet with vocals, let's be honest, because when we think Folktronica that's the instant image. Since he invented Folktronica (although with him its something of a misnomer, since there's not a great deal of folk to it). What we got was acoustronica. What? Whatever. Just softly spoken acoustic music peppered with sparkly computer aided detailing and the kind of glitches that keeps music interesting. It took a few plays for it to really shine though but now it has I can hear it. It's the album I was hoping for when I bought A Guess At The Riddle. A far better album than I hoped for even then, in fact.