BCH Pick of the Week
My younger brother arrived home from India yesterday. It’s wonderful to be around people who are fresh from being abroad-they tingle with a tangible energy that is wholly infectious, their eyes convey the glory and the misery they have seen. If they have done it correctly the wild mercury exudes from them, they are electric. My brother, you see, is part neuromancer-part shaman-part mongoose, and I feel as if he did indeed do things correctly. He spoke of sapphires in the front of the mind and of crystallised beams of light and of burning bodies floating down the river and I did not doubt him, no not for a moment. I felt an adoration for him but also something parasitic, as if I was leeching the experiences from him as best I could, seeking an input to his output. I didn’t feel guilty about this. We’re all parasites.
What we’re after is things that shift the brain and the heart. The changing of a gear, the opening of a new ventricle, access to an undiscovered chamber. People can do this and music can do this. Eyes Wings and Many Other Things resonated within me this week, a week where things stopped and started and reemerged in my life. Lights out, lights back on, new lights, please string some lights on my balcony.
There is an understated glory to this music that is at once obvious yet ambiguous. It is affecting, it shifts gears, it has something of the wilderbeast who has arrived home from other dimensions. It is vital. I tracked down as much of their music as possible (some available through their website) and it soundtracked the semi permanent state of purgatory I find myself in, minimal psychedelic music that billows and envelops like the pink dust on this albums cover-the menacing mist, the shapeless maw, the hungry Bad Powder.
