Guitar Week
By stef
.. post-jazz post-rock psychedelic cinematic hypnotic repetitive post-jazz post-rock psychedelic cinematic hypnotic repetitive post-jazz post-rock psychedelic cinematic hypnotic repetitive full of trance-like yearning and sadness. Thomas Cruijsen fingerpicks chords on electric guitar with emphasis and repetition, supported with some free rock drums forward moving beat and accents by Leo Fabriek, over which Gareth Davis keeps repeating the same the same the same phrases full of longing and sadness on his bass clarinet and nothing changes except the power, the insistence, the drive, the emphasis and the volume with the guitar really hitting hard, keeping the forefront of the sound from beginning to end with drums and bass clarinet somewhere in the background and as a listener it just keeps coming closer to you occupying space in your mind your body your room until the thing fades and only the screeches remain like tails of a bad dream only to pick up again in the third piece which is basically the same thing repeated, relentlessly, mesmerising but slowly evolving to some quiet full of distress and built-up tension and as you can expect the madness picks up again full of repetition and trance-inducing rhythms and volume and terrifying howls and shrieks and ...
.. post-jazz post-rock psychedelic cinematic hypnotic repetitive post-jazz post-rock psychedelic cinematic hypnotic repetitive post-jazz post-rock psychedelic cinematic hypnotic repetitive full of trance-like yearning and sadness. Thomas Cruijsen fingerpicks chords on electric guitar with emphasis and repetition, supported with some free rock drums forward moving beat and accents by Leo Fabriek, over which Gareth Davis keeps repeating the same the same the same phrases full of longing and sadness on his bass clarinet and nothing changes except the power, the insistence, the drive, the emphasis and the volume with the guitar really hitting hard, keeping the forefront of the sound from beginning to end with drums and bass clarinet somewhere in the background and as a listener it just keeps coming closer to you occupying space in your mind your body your room until the thing fades and only the screeches remain like tails of a bad dream only to pick up again in the third piece which is basically the same thing repeated, relentlessly, mesmerising but slowly evolving to some quiet full of distress and built-up tension and as you can expect the madness picks up again full of repetition and trance-inducing rhythms and volume and terrifying howls and shrieks and ...
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