Boomkat Product Review:
The lower case rustle and hum of Pale Calling finds a trio of consummate improvisors synched at liminal, preconscious limits at the GRM in Paris. A slithering, intimately dreamlike narrative unfolds across two long form pieces with a very subtle, Twin Peaks-y sort of appeal.
This is a fine example of electro-acoustic technique and knowledge wrought to a non-academic, non-traditional purpose: insectoid field recordings and glossolalic mumbles merge with the odd, lilting lick of accordion and crying bairns over a slow-moving hummus bed of electronics in Pale; never revealing a fixed source but flitting around the stereo field with the drowsily surreal effect of a warm summer days absorbed whilst stoned on antihistamines.
By that measure, Calling feels more crepuscular, largely due to the appearance of an enchanting, Badalamenti-esque chord progression connoting the looming shadows of pines and a pining atmosphere punctuated with brushes of distant, smoky jazz percussion and a sipping harmonica, before the sun slowly dips and off vocal apparitions begin emerging from the undergrowth and shadows. The effect is made all the more gorgeous from building anticipation with the previous side.
Clearly a must-check if you’re susceptible to The Caretaker/Leyland Kirby, noirish soundtracks, Bohren Under Der Club of Gore…