‘Recorded in Tuscon, Arizona and Liverpool, England from 2005 – 2007 using the postal service. Phil and Glenn have never met, although they are not unattractive people’ it says inside. Phil is a well established improv artist, has worked with Evan Parker and Simon Fell and was party to the setting up of Frakture in Liverpool. Well, the first track has me cringing and the only reason I didn’t turn it straight off is because I was nursing a hot cuppa and I couldn’t be arsed to get off the settee, this freezing (Tuesday) morning in February. Two styles of music could not be further from each other (so what’s wrong with that?); a slightly bad ‘folk’ style singing meets with snatchy electronic quirks. But as I give it more opportunity I am gradually warming up and coating my nerve endings with tea, and warming to it, this is a clear recording and well produced even awakening the shitty colour of the Hi-Fi I’m using. The opposites continue…It’s jolly yet remorseful, zippy yet dull. Justaposed flute with what sounds like an electric toothbrush. Remember as you listen, these two guys live in different continents and reflect how two years of postal service collaborating has effected the mysterious ambience in these pieces. It is rich and colourful; busy yet clear and menacing, pieces mutate into nightmarish repetition, enough to drive me crazy. I like to think that working (yeah working..!) on reviewing as soon as I wake up produces more clear and honest results, so whether an increased contemplative state is due to these weird sounds or just my usual fairly stunned state at seeing the world again, is open to debate. But these tracks produce such deep reflecting that when the music stops my senses are 100% clearer, is this due to relief? Is this the intention behind this ‘art’? Flute, guitar, cello, piano, a kestrel 920 (Weyant’s own-made)…. add the excellent poetry (sung in a highly unusual ‘folky’ way) and the overall menagerie is really compelling and fills the room, like it or not. ‘Summer Again’ is a great example of this; a beautiful sonic circus, which when finished the birds singing outside were really more noticeable and my 7 year old son burst into spontaneous applause from his (unusually) prone position next to me, (then I realised he’d obviously been listening intently too…what must go through a mind of such an age?) …another example of the strange magic in recorded music.
This is music to contemplate to, to LISTEN to. Say goodbye to your other needs and shut the door as you would for an (arthouse) film. Indeed put it on first thing! It will disturb you and entrance you and create gigantic silences that were already there… What’s more the album is totally free to download (mp3 or lossless flac) from the website, Phil will even send you a free copy, in a lovely handmade sleeve complete with lyric sheet. Do it.