Barge Split Series Vol 1
If the sleeve is anything to go by, our John is currently restyling himself as the 'strawberry blonde' George Michael of noise (circa 'Jesus To A Child'), and accordingly, the music takes on a wholly more digestible aesthetic to the decayed, black metal influenced sounds that populated the recent cassette release on Digitalis. Heck, John's even restored a bit of low frequency presence since we last heard from him, resulting in a far more contoured, more evenly proportioned assault on the ears. The primitive analogue synth oscillations set the tone early on, underscoring the deluge of scuzz with a biting, penetrative edge, and some suggestion of an underlying contrapuntal sheen to offset all that muck. Quite unexpectedly, John cleans up his act altogether and introduces a network of harmonised, falsetto vocal layers, sailing through a euphoric freetime drum solo and disruptive synth tones only to arrive at something that sounds perversely ecclesiastical. This might well be the most unreservedly pretty din John's ever made - the escalating grandeur of the piece is definitely something new in the Xela repertoire, and that contrast between the cool, evenness of the vocal and the tumultuous backdrop works a treat. Isis guitarist Mike Gallagher assumes his MGR moniker on the flipside, laying down spooked post-metal textures on the darkly atmospheric 'Shipping Gold', setting crunched up guitar drones against brooding fingerpicking and shards of feedback. It takes a while before the piece reaches that point however, and the build-up is half the fun, pensively climbing towards a fearsome, monolithic crescendo. MGR's acoustic guitar lines might be likened to one of the clean, arpeggiated passages you'd hear on a Metallica album now and then (there's definitely a 'Nothing Else Matters' feel to a lot of this) but when Gallagher steps on the gas (or more pertinently, his distortion pedal) there's a far more contemporary, far gloomier kind of heaviness to his sound. Two great sides, one hilarious sleeve. You know what to do...
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If the sleeve is anything to go by, our John is currently restyling himself as the 'strawberry blonde' George Michael of noise (circa 'Jesus To A Child'), and accordingly, the music takes on a wholly more digestible aesthetic to the decayed, black metal influenced sounds that populated the recent cassette release on Digitalis. Heck, John's even restored a bit of low frequency presence since we last heard from him, resulting in a far more contoured, more evenly proportioned assault on the ears. The primitive analogue synth oscillations set the tone early on, underscoring the deluge of scuzz with a biting, penetrative edge, and some suggestion of an underlying contrapuntal sheen to offset all that muck. Quite unexpectedly, John cleans up his act altogether and introduces a network of harmonised, falsetto vocal layers, sailing through a euphoric freetime drum solo and disruptive synth tones only to arrive at something that sounds perversely ecclesiastical. This might well be the most unreservedly pretty din John's ever made - the escalating grandeur of the piece is definitely something new in the Xela repertoire, and that contrast between the cool, evenness of the vocal and the tumultuous backdrop works a treat. Isis guitarist Mike Gallagher assumes his MGR moniker on the flipside, laying down spooked post-metal textures on the darkly atmospheric 'Shipping Gold', setting crunched up guitar drones against brooding fingerpicking and shards of feedback. It takes a while before the piece reaches that point however, and the build-up is half the fun, pensively climbing towards a fearsome, monolithic crescendo. MGR's acoustic guitar lines might be likened to one of the clean, arpeggiated passages you'd hear on a Metallica album now and then (there's definitely a 'Nothing Else Matters' feel to a lot of this) but when Gallagher steps on the gas (or more pertinently, his distortion pedal) there's a far more contemporary, far gloomier kind of heaviness to his sound. Two great sides, one hilarious sleeve. You know what to do...
If the sleeve is anything to go by, our John is currently restyling himself as the 'strawberry blonde' George Michael of noise (circa 'Jesus To A Child'), and accordingly, the music takes on a wholly more digestible aesthetic to the decayed, black metal influenced sounds that populated the recent cassette release on Digitalis. Heck, John's even restored a bit of low frequency presence since we last heard from him, resulting in a far more contoured, more evenly proportioned assault on the ears. The primitive analogue synth oscillations set the tone early on, underscoring the deluge of scuzz with a biting, penetrative edge, and some suggestion of an underlying contrapuntal sheen to offset all that muck. Quite unexpectedly, John cleans up his act altogether and introduces a network of harmonised, falsetto vocal layers, sailing through a euphoric freetime drum solo and disruptive synth tones only to arrive at something that sounds perversely ecclesiastical. This might well be the most unreservedly pretty din John's ever made - the escalating grandeur of the piece is definitely something new in the Xela repertoire, and that contrast between the cool, evenness of the vocal and the tumultuous backdrop works a treat. Isis guitarist Mike Gallagher assumes his MGR moniker on the flipside, laying down spooked post-metal textures on the darkly atmospheric 'Shipping Gold', setting crunched up guitar drones against brooding fingerpicking and shards of feedback. It takes a while before the piece reaches that point however, and the build-up is half the fun, pensively climbing towards a fearsome, monolithic crescendo. MGR's acoustic guitar lines might be likened to one of the clean, arpeggiated passages you'd hear on a Metallica album now and then (there's definitely a 'Nothing Else Matters' feel to a lot of this) but when Gallagher steps on the gas (or more pertinently, his distortion pedal) there's a far more contemporary, far gloomier kind of heaviness to his sound. Two great sides, one hilarious sleeve. You know what to do...