Wichsen Vixen from Thickly Painted Walls is a very interestingly cathartic and angular confessional release. Somber and in a cool way destitute, though very detailed frequencies and articulated tones; completely honest, wispy as hell. Hysterical in a quiet kind of way creating tensions with texture and withheld aggression. On the brink of being terminal. Some very sharp sounds right in your ear. Tone, textural variance, melody, and string work acknowledge some serious sensitivity regarding his ability to paint sound with an impressive varied vernacular of the guitar proper. Good audible lyrics and nice vocal extremities. Unabashedly direct emotionally while still having some abstract moments to lose yourself in. Quality release that takes place in the space which most people cowardly stay away from. To be honest, this release takes place in such a real and immediate time, words to describe it are pretty much futile. It's all in the music.
Abjures from the mysterious J Qosa is new and exciting. Love love love the artwork and see and hear some serious future potential for this artist, not to say that this album right here is not great, but it is getting me excited for more, leaving me with a taste still in my throat for something on the rise to experimental heaven. I love the simultaneous distance and closeness this release has and its sense of process, as well as its volume swelling and dimming. Excellent minimalism and actually pretty fucking weird moments. Barely there Sci-fi free jazz? Cyber vocal emotion sequencer? New music chinese man? Electro acoustic mexican dancer? Folk poet submarine conductor? What the hell is this actually? A sense of intended blanks, starts and stops, in your ear abstract lyrics which convey a place beyond functional language; strange pathos stumbling around. Plucked nerves, atmospheric static, appropriated affections, mental collage simplicity. Very in the here and now, somewhat non-illusionistic, and even zooms out to reveal an observation from out the window. Quotidian lost connection. Sparks of enlightenment disappearing before hitting the ground, noticed only by fellow patients. This stuff is great. Please more.
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