Ink Clouds And Axe Revealer
Memoirs of an Aesthete 2010/1
Hand-numbered edition of 100 copies new full-length album from Phil Todd that takes the new age/H-Pop formula of the current crop of pretenders and dissolves it in honey-tone melodies, endless celestial shortwave and haunted exotica. This is ghostly psychedelic music for stoned memories of sunshine reverie, with blissed distant Hawaiian ragas melting into infinity while feedback chatters like birdsong. Other tracks take the arpeggiated cosmo-keys of Klaus Schulze/Heldon into new zones of hallucinatory sound with fantasy flutes and bubbling synth combining in heartbreakingly sad arcs of almost classical beauty. And when he rips out the fat fuzz guitar, well, it’s everything that you always thought Fripp & Eno’s “The Heavenly Music Corporation” was gonna sound like. I can’t think of any other UK group that so consistently – and without much fanfare – releases 100% killer forward thinking bombs like this. And this is one of their best to date.