The amorphous mass of Gnod indulge their psychedelic instincts in the nearly two hour-long 'Infinity Machines' for Rocket Recordings. Since their last major group release, 'Ingnodwetrust' (2011), they showed much promise by largely ditching guitars and swerving toward all-out electronics and nuanced songwriting in their component units - 'Gnod Presents.. Dwellings & Druss', Negra Branca's 'N B' - but here they return to a more-is-more approach, roping in crucial additions from Sam Weaver (modular electronics) and David MacLean (sax) among many other vibes and voices from the residents of their Islington Mill stronghold in Salford. Operating in big band mode conducted by Paddy Shine they masticate myriad reference points - Bohren und der Club of Gore, Swans, Faust, Popol Vuh - together with dreamlike, processed voices from assorted Mill folk opining on issues of personal privacy and liberty in a classically-minded kind of counter-cultural statement. The results are as linear yet labyrinthine as their 19th century-built surroundings, pursuing ideas in long tracts ranging from modular-sculpted tunnels such as 'Collateral Damage' to the doomy corridors of power electronics in 'White Privileged Wank' and the noirish, jazz-rock roil of the 17 minute title track. The politicking and earnestness may put some people off but, if you like your albums sprawling and long enough to get well into, and back out of, a K-hole, this is for you.
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The amorphous mass of Gnod indulge their psychedelic instincts in the nearly two hour-long 'Infinity Machines' for Rocket Recordings. Since their last major group release, 'Ingnodwetrust' (2011), they showed much promise by largely ditching guitars and swerving toward all-out electronics and nuanced songwriting in their component units - 'Gnod Presents.. Dwellings & Druss', Negra Branca's 'N B' - but here they return to a more-is-more approach, roping in crucial additions from Sam Weaver (modular electronics) and David MacLean (sax) among many other vibes and voices from the residents of their Islington Mill stronghold in Salford. Operating in big band mode conducted by Paddy Shine they masticate myriad reference points - Bohren und der Club of Gore, Swans, Faust, Popol Vuh - together with dreamlike, processed voices from assorted Mill folk opining on issues of personal privacy and liberty in a classically-minded kind of counter-cultural statement. The results are as linear yet labyrinthine as their 19th century-built surroundings, pursuing ideas in long tracts ranging from modular-sculpted tunnels such as 'Collateral Damage' to the doomy corridors of power electronics in 'White Privileged Wank' and the noirish, jazz-rock roil of the 17 minute title track. The politicking and earnestness may put some people off but, if you like your albums sprawling and long enough to get well into, and back out of, a K-hole, this is for you.
The amorphous mass of Gnod indulge their psychedelic instincts in the nearly two hour-long 'Infinity Machines' for Rocket Recordings. Since their last major group release, 'Ingnodwetrust' (2011), they showed much promise by largely ditching guitars and swerving toward all-out electronics and nuanced songwriting in their component units - 'Gnod Presents.. Dwellings & Druss', Negra Branca's 'N B' - but here they return to a more-is-more approach, roping in crucial additions from Sam Weaver (modular electronics) and David MacLean (sax) among many other vibes and voices from the residents of their Islington Mill stronghold in Salford. Operating in big band mode conducted by Paddy Shine they masticate myriad reference points - Bohren und der Club of Gore, Swans, Faust, Popol Vuh - together with dreamlike, processed voices from assorted Mill folk opining on issues of personal privacy and liberty in a classically-minded kind of counter-cultural statement. The results are as linear yet labyrinthine as their 19th century-built surroundings, pursuing ideas in long tracts ranging from modular-sculpted tunnels such as 'Collateral Damage' to the doomy corridors of power electronics in 'White Privileged Wank' and the noirish, jazz-rock roil of the 17 minute title track. The politicking and earnestness may put some people off but, if you like your albums sprawling and long enough to get well into, and back out of, a K-hole, this is for you.
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The amorphous mass of Gnod indulge their psychedelic instincts in the nearly two hour-long 'Infinity Machines' for Rocket Recordings. Since their last major group release, 'Ingnodwetrust' (2011), they showed much promise by largely ditching guitars and swerving toward all-out electronics and nuanced songwriting in their component units - 'Gnod Presents.. Dwellings & Druss', Negra Branca's 'N B' - but here they return to a more-is-more approach, roping in crucial additions from Sam Weaver (modular electronics) and David MacLean (sax) among many other vibes and voices from the residents of their Islington Mill stronghold in Salford. Operating in big band mode conducted by Paddy Shine they masticate myriad reference points - Bohren und der Club of Gore, Swans, Faust, Popol Vuh - together with dreamlike, processed voices from assorted Mill folk opining on issues of personal privacy and liberty in a classically-minded kind of counter-cultural statement. The results are as linear yet labyrinthine as their 19th century-built surroundings, pursuing ideas in long tracts ranging from modular-sculpted tunnels such as 'Collateral Damage' to the doomy corridors of power electronics in 'White Privileged Wank' and the noirish, jazz-rock roil of the 17 minute title track. The politicking and earnestness may put some people off but, if you like your albums sprawling and long enough to get well into, and back out of, a K-hole, this is for you.