Movement Building Vol.3
Erstwhile Yellow Swan Gabriel Saloman completes his Movement Building cycle of works for dance on Shelter Press with a pensively climactic third volume which contains his strongest work outside of the now defunct duo with Pete Swanson. Plangent echoes of monotone Krautrock and militant snare rolls march across a cinematic no-man’s-lands, urged by shoegaze guitars and neo-classical chamber orchestration to a bittersweet conclusion. Highly recommended if you’re into Stephen O’Malley, Lawrence English, Grouper, Johann Johannsson or Tim Hecker.
Movement Building Vol. III simultaneously wraps up and expands the project to its logical endpoint thru a steadily tempered and stealthy narrative inspired by the choreography of Vanessa Goodman, matching the themes of her What Belongs To You [2015] piece - shelter, love, self-actualization - with a stoically emotive cadence reflected in Salomon’s dread-filled drums and his slow burning, apocalypse-dawn shoegaze panoramas.
The effect could be said to resonate as much with those ancient concerns as the paranoia induced by corporate driven, social media enabled surveillance state - but the resolution is ambiguous; do we look to a sore past for hope, or fear the future as time marches forward?
From the outset, it’s clear that Salomon has really focussed on the percussion, which punches like a stony heartbeat or distant drum communication below banking, coruscating string figures in What Belongs To Time in a way recalling a more clipped Stephen O’Malley or Johann Johannsson, before the magisterial momentum of What Belongs To You evokes imagery of possessed rituals executed under grey-black skies, especially when it rains pure guitar fire in the closing quarters.
Those remarkable drums return to open up What belongs To The Fire with a mean sense of purpose recalling the drama of GSYBE, parting way to the LP’s most impressive electronic apex in What Belongs To The March, where the drums are buried and perfused through stark corridors to pools of moonlit tranquility and out into a raging shoegaze climax, before yielding to the bass strung cradle of What Belongs To The Line and What Belongs To The Rest in the LPs ever decreasing spiral.
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Erstwhile Yellow Swan Gabriel Saloman completes his Movement Building cycle of works for dance on Shelter Press with a pensively climactic third volume which contains his strongest work outside of the now defunct duo with Pete Swanson. Plangent echoes of monotone Krautrock and militant snare rolls march across a cinematic no-man’s-lands, urged by shoegaze guitars and neo-classical chamber orchestration to a bittersweet conclusion. Highly recommended if you’re into Stephen O’Malley, Lawrence English, Grouper, Johann Johannsson or Tim Hecker.
Movement Building Vol. III simultaneously wraps up and expands the project to its logical endpoint thru a steadily tempered and stealthy narrative inspired by the choreography of Vanessa Goodman, matching the themes of her What Belongs To You [2015] piece - shelter, love, self-actualization - with a stoically emotive cadence reflected in Salomon’s dread-filled drums and his slow burning, apocalypse-dawn shoegaze panoramas.
The effect could be said to resonate as much with those ancient concerns as the paranoia induced by corporate driven, social media enabled surveillance state - but the resolution is ambiguous; do we look to a sore past for hope, or fear the future as time marches forward?
From the outset, it’s clear that Salomon has really focussed on the percussion, which punches like a stony heartbeat or distant drum communication below banking, coruscating string figures in What Belongs To Time in a way recalling a more clipped Stephen O’Malley or Johann Johannsson, before the magisterial momentum of What Belongs To You evokes imagery of possessed rituals executed under grey-black skies, especially when it rains pure guitar fire in the closing quarters.
Those remarkable drums return to open up What belongs To The Fire with a mean sense of purpose recalling the drama of GSYBE, parting way to the LP’s most impressive electronic apex in What Belongs To The March, where the drums are buried and perfused through stark corridors to pools of moonlit tranquility and out into a raging shoegaze climax, before yielding to the bass strung cradle of What Belongs To The Line and What Belongs To The Rest in the LPs ever decreasing spiral.
Erstwhile Yellow Swan Gabriel Saloman completes his Movement Building cycle of works for dance on Shelter Press with a pensively climactic third volume which contains his strongest work outside of the now defunct duo with Pete Swanson. Plangent echoes of monotone Krautrock and militant snare rolls march across a cinematic no-man’s-lands, urged by shoegaze guitars and neo-classical chamber orchestration to a bittersweet conclusion. Highly recommended if you’re into Stephen O’Malley, Lawrence English, Grouper, Johann Johannsson or Tim Hecker.
Movement Building Vol. III simultaneously wraps up and expands the project to its logical endpoint thru a steadily tempered and stealthy narrative inspired by the choreography of Vanessa Goodman, matching the themes of her What Belongs To You [2015] piece - shelter, love, self-actualization - with a stoically emotive cadence reflected in Salomon’s dread-filled drums and his slow burning, apocalypse-dawn shoegaze panoramas.
The effect could be said to resonate as much with those ancient concerns as the paranoia induced by corporate driven, social media enabled surveillance state - but the resolution is ambiguous; do we look to a sore past for hope, or fear the future as time marches forward?
From the outset, it’s clear that Salomon has really focussed on the percussion, which punches like a stony heartbeat or distant drum communication below banking, coruscating string figures in What Belongs To Time in a way recalling a more clipped Stephen O’Malley or Johann Johannsson, before the magisterial momentum of What Belongs To You evokes imagery of possessed rituals executed under grey-black skies, especially when it rains pure guitar fire in the closing quarters.
Those remarkable drums return to open up What belongs To The Fire with a mean sense of purpose recalling the drama of GSYBE, parting way to the LP’s most impressive electronic apex in What Belongs To The March, where the drums are buried and perfused through stark corridors to pools of moonlit tranquility and out into a raging shoegaze climax, before yielding to the bass strung cradle of What Belongs To The Line and What Belongs To The Rest in the LPs ever decreasing spiral.
Erstwhile Yellow Swan Gabriel Saloman completes his Movement Building cycle of works for dance on Shelter Press with a pensively climactic third volume which contains his strongest work outside of the now defunct duo with Pete Swanson. Plangent echoes of monotone Krautrock and militant snare rolls march across a cinematic no-man’s-lands, urged by shoegaze guitars and neo-classical chamber orchestration to a bittersweet conclusion. Highly recommended if you’re into Stephen O’Malley, Lawrence English, Grouper, Johann Johannsson or Tim Hecker.
Movement Building Vol. III simultaneously wraps up and expands the project to its logical endpoint thru a steadily tempered and stealthy narrative inspired by the choreography of Vanessa Goodman, matching the themes of her What Belongs To You [2015] piece - shelter, love, self-actualization - with a stoically emotive cadence reflected in Salomon’s dread-filled drums and his slow burning, apocalypse-dawn shoegaze panoramas.
The effect could be said to resonate as much with those ancient concerns as the paranoia induced by corporate driven, social media enabled surveillance state - but the resolution is ambiguous; do we look to a sore past for hope, or fear the future as time marches forward?
From the outset, it’s clear that Salomon has really focussed on the percussion, which punches like a stony heartbeat or distant drum communication below banking, coruscating string figures in What Belongs To Time in a way recalling a more clipped Stephen O’Malley or Johann Johannsson, before the magisterial momentum of What Belongs To You evokes imagery of possessed rituals executed under grey-black skies, especially when it rains pure guitar fire in the closing quarters.
Those remarkable drums return to open up What belongs To The Fire with a mean sense of purpose recalling the drama of GSYBE, parting way to the LP’s most impressive electronic apex in What Belongs To The March, where the drums are buried and perfused through stark corridors to pools of moonlit tranquility and out into a raging shoegaze climax, before yielding to the bass strung cradle of What Belongs To The Line and What Belongs To The Rest in the LPs ever decreasing spiral.
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Erstwhile Yellow Swan Gabriel Saloman completes his Movement Building cycle of works for dance on Shelter Press with a pensively climactic third volume which contains his strongest work outside of the now defunct duo with Pete Swanson. Plangent echoes of monotone Krautrock and militant snare rolls march across a cinematic no-man’s-lands, urged by shoegaze guitars and neo-classical chamber orchestration to a bittersweet conclusion. Highly recommended if you’re into Stephen O’Malley, Lawrence English, Grouper, Johann Johannsson or Tim Hecker.
Movement Building Vol. III simultaneously wraps up and expands the project to its logical endpoint thru a steadily tempered and stealthy narrative inspired by the choreography of Vanessa Goodman, matching the themes of her What Belongs To You [2015] piece - shelter, love, self-actualization - with a stoically emotive cadence reflected in Salomon’s dread-filled drums and his slow burning, apocalypse-dawn shoegaze panoramas.
The effect could be said to resonate as much with those ancient concerns as the paranoia induced by corporate driven, social media enabled surveillance state - but the resolution is ambiguous; do we look to a sore past for hope, or fear the future as time marches forward?
From the outset, it’s clear that Salomon has really focussed on the percussion, which punches like a stony heartbeat or distant drum communication below banking, coruscating string figures in What Belongs To Time in a way recalling a more clipped Stephen O’Malley or Johann Johannsson, before the magisterial momentum of What Belongs To You evokes imagery of possessed rituals executed under grey-black skies, especially when it rains pure guitar fire in the closing quarters.
Those remarkable drums return to open up What belongs To The Fire with a mean sense of purpose recalling the drama of GSYBE, parting way to the LP’s most impressive electronic apex in What Belongs To The March, where the drums are buried and perfused through stark corridors to pools of moonlit tranquility and out into a raging shoegaze climax, before yielding to the bass strung cradle of What Belongs To The Line and What Belongs To The Rest in the LPs ever decreasing spiral.