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Kayo Dot – Stained Glass review

I’m sitting in the dark here as the last notes of Stained Glass have just faded.

I’ve had the CD for a week now, and I’ve been listening to the 20-minute piece a couple of times a day. I just now decided to shut everything off and _really_ listen to it.

Kayo Dot really has 2 categories of music for me: Blue Lambancy Downward, and everything else. I liked Blue Lambancy Downward, but I _really_ like everything else. I’d say this fits into the latter category.

The first few moments of Stained Glass have this feeling of teenage awkwardness. The lyrics don’t seem to fit the tone, and it sounds like Toby is channeling Death Cab. After this initial (and likely intentional) weird tentative period, the track hits its stride really hard.

Up until the ten minute mark, there are a bunch of different movements and buildups, and then the last half feels thematically similar and sort of drifts off into an airy conclusion.

Stained Glass sounds to me like Hell and Heaven decided to meet up for an evening stroll. Heaven is represented by the stunning variety of chime-y and bell-y sounds that form a rhythmic theme, while Hell is the spooky, raspy square wave sound of the synth. I swear there were parts in the last half that sounded like the synth was playing chunks of the Space Quest IV MIDI soundtrack. It weirded me out hardcore.

I think my favorite part of all of this is how the chimes and bells contribute a feeling of fragility and delicateness that one would associate with a stained glass window. But maybe I’m just projecting what is written on the album sleeve.

As for the lyrical content, well, I’d really like to know where Jason Byron comes up with this stuff. I’ll spend entire verses wrinkling my nose at how goofy it sounds, but the overall effect is really creepy, and every once in a while I stumble across a passage that hits me in the gut. In Stained Glass, I was particularly tweaked by the last couple of sentences:

Remember all ye that though the body falls among the years, it is as a discarded walking staff on the hedgerow beside the Path.

Anyhow, the high-level summary is that Stained Glass is a really interesting overlay of spooky and pretty, and you should try sitting in the dark and listening to it sometime.

It doesn’t look like there’s a digital download version of the album for sale yet, but you can buy the CD from kayodot.net or pre-order it from the Hydra Head store.

Gridlink – Amber Gray impressions

I woke up on Sunday morning with fumes on my breath and a digital download receipt on my macbook screen. I had a brief ‘oh no what have I done’ moment, and then I saw that the price tag was only 6 bucks.

I’d review Gridlink’s spastic masterpiece for you, but why bother — the entire album fits into one youtube video. Chang and co. compressed twelve full-length thrashy tracks into 11m:48s of playtime. It really feels like they wrote a full-length Slayer album and then just played it fast enough to fit it into that ridiculous timeframe. Despite the speed, it’s surprisingly catchy. Although I really need to stop listening to it on the subway, it makes me want to rage on all the people walking slower than me. Which is everybody, when I’m listening to this stuff.

My favorite part of the whole album is the very last sound you hear, which is this loud twanging reverb from the guitar. It sounds like the guitarist played the last chord and then fell over dead from the exertion of channeling whatever demonic thrash-spirit possessed him. Also, the blastbeats from the drummer sound a lot like when your foil tin of popcorn has reached that super-fast-poppy-temperature in the microwave.

You can listen to the whole album on youtube. For reasons I don’t understand, this dude went and split it into two videos:

Part 1
Part 2

SPACE MONOLOGUE

DIMENSION-CONTROLLING FORT “DOH” HAS NOW BEEN DEMOLISHED, AND TIME STARTED FLOWING REVERSELY. “VAUS” MANAGED TO ESCAPE FROM THE DISTORTED SPACE. BUT THE REAL VOYAGE OF “ARKANOID” IN THE GALAXY HAS ONLY STARTED……”

Thoughts on ‘Burning Chrome’ by William Gibson

Just finished up Burning Chrome a couple of days ago. I read it mostly on the subway, which was definitely the right environment for it.

My general impression is that there was too much outer space. I hate outer space about 75% as much as I hate time travel. However, there was at least one story in the collection that did it well (“Hinterlands”), where governments send these poor folks into this weird slipstream thing because they know they’ll come back from some unknown place with high technology. This is the first time I’ve heard of the the theme of the “cargo cult”, so it was worth the read for that alone:

A cargo cult is a religious practice that has appeared in many traditional tribal societies in the wake of interaction with technologically advanced cultures. The cults focus on obtaining the material wealth (the “cargo”) of the advanced culture through magic and religious rituals and practices. Cult members believe that the wealth was intended for them by their deities and ancestors.

Thanks, Wikipedia. You can go back to begging for money now.

My favorite story by far was “The Winter Market”. It’s about this girl who is completely paralyzed, but is able to retain mobility by wearing this exoskeleton thing that jacks into her brain and moves her body for her. A wheelchair on steroids, basically.

It’s really a story about ambition and the nature of circumstance, though. She’s hellbent on landing a contract where she can upload her entire being into a computer and let her body die, and the story is written from the perspective of an editor of “dream albums”, since buying and sharing albums of the dreams of “dream artists” is this story’s equivalent of the music industry. The main character is wigged out by how determined she is, and then he’s even more wigged out when he catches glimpses of her in a moment of weakness the night before she suicides her way into the bitstream. It’s one of those tales that makes the back of your spine tickle a little, and sort of coerces you to look at your own foibles in a different light. (Or any light at all, depending on your personality.)

The collection was definitely worth the read. The thing I like most about reading really early work from successful authors is that the quality of their writing usually isn’t too far from that of a beginner — namely, myself. And it’s pretty evident that they got where they are now by practicing their craft, a LOT. So that’s sort of inspiring, huh?

Awesome interview of Toby Driver

If you’re the least bit interested in how masters of their craft think, you should read this.

Check it out here