If The Durutti Column made a record at the Radiophonic Workshop it’d prob sound a bit like this; percolated electronic treatments bubbling around pure guitar drift, a beautiful thing.
IRIS are named after a Soviet-era Czech guitar: the Jolana Iris. On the opening track 'Rub Ix', arhythmic synth tones remind of Raymond Scott's pioneering experimentation, but the light shimmer of guitar strings tickles in the background. The instrument gets more attention on 'Steely Dream', looped into bliss over faint percolations drawn on 'Dream Reprise'. The fusion of elements is cleaved from time in a way that can't help but sound escapist. There's little to tie it to the contemporary era - the whole record throbs with a ferric hiss and saturation that sounds as if it was dubbed to tape - and few influences that stretch further than the mid-1980s.
The ordered pulse of Krautrock feels tangible on 'Deadlocked', with plucked strings forming a defined rhythm and other instrumental sounds conducting evocative, watery atmospheres. On 'JPT Acid', it's not Roland's little grey boxes that fuel the fire, it's acid rock and kosmische's sludgy axe-grind - like Cluster beaming thru radio static. If someone told us this material had been dug out of a basement on 1/4" tape, or rediscovered from a 150-copy private press, we'd believe them.
There's a stylistic ease and authenticity that helps position the material in a canon that includes everyone from the BBC's influential Radiophonic Workshop to Nurse With Wound, but the fact that it doesn't arrive with any fanfare makes us appreciate it more. Aye, sehr gut.
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If The Durutti Column made a record at the Radiophonic Workshop it’d prob sound a bit like this; percolated electronic treatments bubbling around pure guitar drift, a beautiful thing.
IRIS are named after a Soviet-era Czech guitar: the Jolana Iris. On the opening track 'Rub Ix', arhythmic synth tones remind of Raymond Scott's pioneering experimentation, but the light shimmer of guitar strings tickles in the background. The instrument gets more attention on 'Steely Dream', looped into bliss over faint percolations drawn on 'Dream Reprise'. The fusion of elements is cleaved from time in a way that can't help but sound escapist. There's little to tie it to the contemporary era - the whole record throbs with a ferric hiss and saturation that sounds as if it was dubbed to tape - and few influences that stretch further than the mid-1980s.
The ordered pulse of Krautrock feels tangible on 'Deadlocked', with plucked strings forming a defined rhythm and other instrumental sounds conducting evocative, watery atmospheres. On 'JPT Acid', it's not Roland's little grey boxes that fuel the fire, it's acid rock and kosmische's sludgy axe-grind - like Cluster beaming thru radio static. If someone told us this material had been dug out of a basement on 1/4" tape, or rediscovered from a 150-copy private press, we'd believe them.
There's a stylistic ease and authenticity that helps position the material in a canon that includes everyone from the BBC's influential Radiophonic Workshop to Nurse With Wound, but the fact that it doesn't arrive with any fanfare makes us appreciate it more. Aye, sehr gut.