we will be wherever the fires are lit
Billed as a sequel to Dorji's first Drag City release 'Stateless', 'we will be wherever the fires are lit' is another blistering set of American-Bhutanese blues variations - one for fans of Sir Richard Bishop, John Fahey or Derek Bailey.
Nobody plays guitar quite like Tashi Dorji, and the Bhutan-born improv titan smolders on this one, a rare set of studio recordings that he infuses with jagged social realism. His truth is pretty plain to witness on 'begin from here' as he bashes at the strings, extracting buzzing, ringing tones and shifting rhythms that gesture at the blues canon and absorb its wild, passionate spirit. Even on the more restrained title track, his physicality carries the improvisation - it doesn't sound quite as barbed as the opening track, but its peculiar angularity and the way he allows himself to get latched into repeating grooves makes us pause for thought.
Dorji ignites the ashes of American primitive guitar forms on 'center can't hold...' using the familiar imagery to question the harsh contemporary reality, and bashes out punk-y phrases on '...and the state sank into the abyss', letting the distorted chords play out as a cracked mirror of radio rock. Acidic and intensely emotional, it's solo guitar music that genuinely pushes the sound into new territory - that's about as political a statement as you could possibly make.
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Billed as a sequel to Dorji's first Drag City release 'Stateless', 'we will be wherever the fires are lit' is another blistering set of American-Bhutanese blues variations - one for fans of Sir Richard Bishop, John Fahey or Derek Bailey.
Nobody plays guitar quite like Tashi Dorji, and the Bhutan-born improv titan smolders on this one, a rare set of studio recordings that he infuses with jagged social realism. His truth is pretty plain to witness on 'begin from here' as he bashes at the strings, extracting buzzing, ringing tones and shifting rhythms that gesture at the blues canon and absorb its wild, passionate spirit. Even on the more restrained title track, his physicality carries the improvisation - it doesn't sound quite as barbed as the opening track, but its peculiar angularity and the way he allows himself to get latched into repeating grooves makes us pause for thought.
Dorji ignites the ashes of American primitive guitar forms on 'center can't hold...' using the familiar imagery to question the harsh contemporary reality, and bashes out punk-y phrases on '...and the state sank into the abyss', letting the distorted chords play out as a cracked mirror of radio rock. Acidic and intensely emotional, it's solo guitar music that genuinely pushes the sound into new territory - that's about as political a statement as you could possibly make.
Billed as a sequel to Dorji's first Drag City release 'Stateless', 'we will be wherever the fires are lit' is another blistering set of American-Bhutanese blues variations - one for fans of Sir Richard Bishop, John Fahey or Derek Bailey.
Nobody plays guitar quite like Tashi Dorji, and the Bhutan-born improv titan smolders on this one, a rare set of studio recordings that he infuses with jagged social realism. His truth is pretty plain to witness on 'begin from here' as he bashes at the strings, extracting buzzing, ringing tones and shifting rhythms that gesture at the blues canon and absorb its wild, passionate spirit. Even on the more restrained title track, his physicality carries the improvisation - it doesn't sound quite as barbed as the opening track, but its peculiar angularity and the way he allows himself to get latched into repeating grooves makes us pause for thought.
Dorji ignites the ashes of American primitive guitar forms on 'center can't hold...' using the familiar imagery to question the harsh contemporary reality, and bashes out punk-y phrases on '...and the state sank into the abyss', letting the distorted chords play out as a cracked mirror of radio rock. Acidic and intensely emotional, it's solo guitar music that genuinely pushes the sound into new territory - that's about as political a statement as you could possibly make.
Billed as a sequel to Dorji's first Drag City release 'Stateless', 'we will be wherever the fires are lit' is another blistering set of American-Bhutanese blues variations - one for fans of Sir Richard Bishop, John Fahey or Derek Bailey.
Nobody plays guitar quite like Tashi Dorji, and the Bhutan-born improv titan smolders on this one, a rare set of studio recordings that he infuses with jagged social realism. His truth is pretty plain to witness on 'begin from here' as he bashes at the strings, extracting buzzing, ringing tones and shifting rhythms that gesture at the blues canon and absorb its wild, passionate spirit. Even on the more restrained title track, his physicality carries the improvisation - it doesn't sound quite as barbed as the opening track, but its peculiar angularity and the way he allows himself to get latched into repeating grooves makes us pause for thought.
Dorji ignites the ashes of American primitive guitar forms on 'center can't hold...' using the familiar imagery to question the harsh contemporary reality, and bashes out punk-y phrases on '...and the state sank into the abyss', letting the distorted chords play out as a cracked mirror of radio rock. Acidic and intensely emotional, it's solo guitar music that genuinely pushes the sound into new territory - that's about as political a statement as you could possibly make.
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Billed as a sequel to Dorji's first Drag City release 'Stateless', 'we will be wherever the fires are lit' is another blistering set of American-Bhutanese blues variations - one for fans of Sir Richard Bishop, John Fahey or Derek Bailey.
Nobody plays guitar quite like Tashi Dorji, and the Bhutan-born improv titan smolders on this one, a rare set of studio recordings that he infuses with jagged social realism. His truth is pretty plain to witness on 'begin from here' as he bashes at the strings, extracting buzzing, ringing tones and shifting rhythms that gesture at the blues canon and absorb its wild, passionate spirit. Even on the more restrained title track, his physicality carries the improvisation - it doesn't sound quite as barbed as the opening track, but its peculiar angularity and the way he allows himself to get latched into repeating grooves makes us pause for thought.
Dorji ignites the ashes of American primitive guitar forms on 'center can't hold...' using the familiar imagery to question the harsh contemporary reality, and bashes out punk-y phrases on '...and the state sank into the abyss', letting the distorted chords play out as a cracked mirror of radio rock. Acidic and intensely emotional, it's solo guitar music that genuinely pushes the sound into new territory - that's about as political a statement as you could possibly make.
Available To Order (Estimated Shipping between 7-14 Working Days)
This item is to the best of our knowledge available to us from the supplier and should ship to you within the time-frame indicated. If there are any unforeseen issues with availability we will notify you immediately
Billed as a sequel to Dorji's first Drag City release 'Stateless', 'we will be wherever the fires are lit' is another blistering set of American-Bhutanese blues variations - one for fans of Sir Richard Bishop, John Fahey or Derek Bailey.
Nobody plays guitar quite like Tashi Dorji, and the Bhutan-born improv titan smolders on this one, a rare set of studio recordings that he infuses with jagged social realism. His truth is pretty plain to witness on 'begin from here' as he bashes at the strings, extracting buzzing, ringing tones and shifting rhythms that gesture at the blues canon and absorb its wild, passionate spirit. Even on the more restrained title track, his physicality carries the improvisation - it doesn't sound quite as barbed as the opening track, but its peculiar angularity and the way he allows himself to get latched into repeating grooves makes us pause for thought.
Dorji ignites the ashes of American primitive guitar forms on 'center can't hold...' using the familiar imagery to question the harsh contemporary reality, and bashes out punk-y phrases on '...and the state sank into the abyss', letting the distorted chords play out as a cracked mirror of radio rock. Acidic and intensely emotional, it's solo guitar music that genuinely pushes the sound into new territory - that's about as political a statement as you could possibly make.