We have finally cleared out the backlog of great music and present some new episodes.
Episode 711 features music from The Jesus and Mary Chain, Zola Jesus, Duster, Sangre Nueva, Dialect, The Bug, Cleared, Mount Eerie, Mulatu Astatke & Hoodna Orchestra, Hayden Pedigo, Bistro Boy, and Ibukun Sunday.
Episode 712 has tunes by Mazza Vision, Waveskania, Black Pus, Sam Gendel, Benny Bock, and Hans Kjorstad, Katharina Grosse, Carina Khorkhordina, Tintin Patrone, Billy Roisz, and Stefan Schneider, His Name Is Alive, artificial memory trace, mclusky, Justin Walter, mastroKristo, Başak Günak, and William Basinski.
Episode 713 brings you sounds from Mouse On Mars, Leavs, Lawrence English, Mo Dotti, Wendy Eisenberg, Envy, Ben Lukas Boysen, Cindytalk, Mercury Rev, White Poppy, Anadol & Marie Klock, and Galaxie 500.
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Pipe organ sonata by Clay Ruby featuring liturgical medleys and elaborate funerary improvisations with accompanying electronic atmospheres by Giovanni Donadini, Nico Vascellari and Riccardo Mazza. This performance was given on the mid-eighteenth century pipe organ at Chiesa di San Nicolò di Perarolo di Cadore and recorded December 23rd, 2009 at the inauguration performance of Nico Vascellari's exhibition at Perarolo, as currated by Daniela Zangrando. A crowd from all over Italy traveled north to join the curious villagers, all huddled together in their warmest winter clothes to witness this performance, which involved a 3 hour funeral procession and memorial within the massive, candlelit, unheated church that is the center of tiny village lost high in the frozen Dolomites of northern Italy. Two elderly natives furiously pulling ropes to pump the bellows of the ancient organ while Clay Ruby conjures decayed hymns, modal improvisations, spiraling tone clusters and utterly supernatural voices out of its sputtering pipes. This tape captures a 18+ minute excerpt of the lengthy proceedings, documenting the howling organ, the cryptic electronics and the frozen spirits singing in the pulsing and surreal environment of the centuries-old church.
CQBL002 | Kinit Her | Divine Names | c30
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New full length album from our beloved Janus-headed ur-folk brethren of thee Midwest, Kinit Her have been releasing dense and gorgeous music for the last three years and these new compositions have the most developed, deep and intimate sounds of any Kinit Her releases. Founded as a trio in 2007, one of their founding members has recently retired from music to enjoy family life out in the country, sadly leaving only two close brothers still huddled around the cauldron. In the absence of their musical kin, Kinit Her journeys on, gathering what they find along the path, filling their hearts and sounds with an ever-deepening sorrow gaine d from their search for real meaning through the tainted veils of the modern world, a sorrow diluted only by the dim glimmering of hope offered by occult insights into what lies behind those veils. The music presented here includes an epic working that covers all of side A, progressing from a ritual howling at the edge of Ain Soph to a pensive woodland march, winding it's way to devastation and madness. Side B follows with some their most unique yet accessible songcraft to date, a stunning set of new songs, showing the careful influence of Neoclassical and Early musics. Sounding organic tone-mantras from shofar horns, bending sweetened notes on beaten twelve-string guitars, intoning a harmonized enumeration of spells and dreams, backed by weeping string and brass arrangements with lush acoustic ephemera twinkling on the peripherals of everything, twisting arcane runes into the cyber sigils of tomorrow, with their smoldering mysticism filling the spaces in between each sound, this soft duo have become hard, turning the world upside down and following the lessons of modernity to find their birthrights in the spirit of the god-fearing troubadours of old.
CQBL003 | Body Collector | New Eden | c30
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From beyond the other side of great lake Michigan transmits Khristopher Reinshagen; aka Scorpio & Glass aka Khurst aka Nurse Etiquette aka Nuhrst. It has been rumored that this may be the final BC release ever, and if so, this project ends with just as much unsettling fury and disgust as when it began. Using bleak themes and imagery to drive the manipulation of industrial elements into the accumulation of brooding noise walls and filthy tape grime, Body Collector has released twenty or more focused and intense installments of sonic nausea over the last three years of his short life. This cassette sets you off into another strange aryan-voodoo nightmare dimension, haunted by an always tense, menacing presence, calling out through the hiss and hum of the threshold between our dimension and the New Eden. Broken tape systems consume every sound, encrusting them with analog waste. Metal vomit gushes between each gasp of sickly feedback. Every motion of sound seems like it is trying to force it's way past the other sounds and flop out of the speakers, onto the floor, to hemorrhage and die right there before you. Despite the generous mutations of all the machinery, you can always hear Khurst himself underneath it all, conducting the steel, slowly churning and mashing his ritual tools of scrap metal and material decay. A formidable requiem to such a morbid project, if ever there was one.
CQBL004 | The Second Family Band | Veiled Gallery | c42
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Humming and wheezing through 40+ minutes of electro-acoustic tension and release, with the usual mood swings from good vibes to hysteria, the Second Family Band is the still-raging avatar of our lonely local folkspirit. Second Family Band folks are everyone from the recent University of Wisconsin dropouts to aging remnants of the anarcho/folkish/mage/squatter tradition of Madison, featuring members of Davenport Family, Pan to Scratch, Zodiac Mountain, Drunjus, Hintergedanken, Burial Hex, Jex Thoth, Zola Jesus, Kinit Her, Crystal Dragon, and many other local units. This cassette contains six choice excerpts from two sessions given near the end of summer, 2009. The first session was a huge family gathering at the newly installed Harvest Abbey in Madison. The second session was a beautiful performance by a trio of elders within St Mary's of the Oaks, a 154 year-old Marian altar built on a hilltop in the forest around Indian Lake. If you have heard Second Family before, than you know a little bit of what to expect: loads of percussion, singing, plucking, pounding, tapping, dropping, alien choirs, bass grooves, naked ladies, strange fidelities, chanting, praying, drinking, strumming, smoking, ringing, clapping, bowing, pulsing, losing, forgetting, and finding everything in every type of mood from the sinister to the blissful. Yet, one local cynic described the music on this tape as sounding "too good for Second Family Band". Whatever the case may be, Brave Mysteries is proud to release this document of a momentary glance into the native spirit and biodynamic soundscape of central Wisconsin, in hopes to keep these gentle old family flames burning for yet another season.
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This is the product of a collaboration between Italian Gianluigi Di Costanzoand American Brian Salter that wants to come off as a timeless work ofelectronic pop music, but only makes it half-way there. What BochumWelt learns the hard way is that the middle of the road is a dangerousplace to be.
Elan does have some lovely sounds and crystalclear production, and it avoids dating itself by staying away fromparticularly trendy aesthetic choices. In fact, in that respect, thealbum works very well, but it’s not enough for a record to bedislocated from time. It also needs to be moving in some direction, andthat isn’t happening here.
Although it’s well produced,the album ultimately lacks the soul or energy of some of Bochum Welt’scontemporaries who are working from a similar mold. The tracks on Elansound almost entirely synthesized and that’s not a bad thing until theybegin to sound like perfunctory studio exercises rather thancompositions motivated by any feeling or experience. The melodies arealways pleasant, but not sweeping; the songs are mildly evocative butnot breathtaking or immersive; the rhythms are polite accompaniment,but rarely provide a spark. At every step it feels like Bochum Welt isplaying it safe and taking the path most traveled.
Vocals provided bythe Italian crooner Garbo on “Blue” come off awkwardly and they addlittle to the otherwise pretty but unremarkable track. The Italianastrophysicist and my high school aged-self’s nerd-music crush Dr.Fiorella Terenzi contributes something along the way, but whatever itis it fails to elevate the record to being memorable. There’s nodiscernable style here and at points it sounds as though the albumcould be the temp soundtrack to a car commercial or cheesy Europeanfilm—it hits the right cues but it seems to miss the point.
After a fewspins, everything on the record begins to sound like a keyboard preset,and the lack of any original sound design leaves the compositions tofend for themselves. When there is nothing left in the songs upon whichBochum Welt can prop up an idea or an emotional state, the whole thing collapses like a beautiful straw house.
The debut full-length album from Delia and Gavin is like an extended single, comprised of four songs extended to their full potential, each stretching between 11 and 13 minutes, which is the perfect amount of time to pull anybody into 'the zone' and then drop them out before anything bad happens. The jagged, staccato sounds generated by the meticulous sequencing create nothing short of an aural strobe light, in the way that staring at it for extended periods of time can easily tamper with -all- senses of the body.
Underneath the rigid repetition, elongated notes from live synth and piano playing rounds out the sound. Reference points have been made to Eno and Philip Glass, but there's something much deeper happening. It's almost as if Giorgio Moroder decided to do a take on Coil's Time Machines—there's something more going on underneath the surface, but any ritual magick in the recipe is being well-concealed by the duo at this stage.
Those like me who fell in love with the duo via the DFA 12" of "El Monte"/"Rise" won't be disappointed as each of the four tracks take a similar route in their length and development. The album opens with the original version of "Rise," and for the first time we're able to hear the song free from the techno dance beat that the DFA imposed on the 12" release. For "13 Moons" the duo swaps the lead from the background, keeping the piano sounds and synths in the foreground while the sequencer fades in and out of the background. Once again, perceptions of time easily become distorted. "Relevée" opens with a similar subtlety, but as minutes pass, the legato becomes staccato: the live playing gets chopped into a sequenced soup and layers dance slowly with each other. Halfway through, organ sounds begin to mimic voices in an effect reminiscent of some of the Pink Floyd material from Meddle and Atom Heart Mother. "Black Spring" closes with another mesmerizing interplay of man and machine. It's so hard to tell at some of these points what is actually being played intentionally and what sounds are being created incidentally through effects, distortion or eq, or if it's the aural version of an optical illusion and my ears are having fun playing tricks on me.
This music isn't "glitch," it's not accidental at all, and as Delia and Gavin claim, it's created by layering live takes from keyboards and other instruments, some created specifically for this music. We're spoiled by the digital age of CDs, where we can plop in a disc and know how much time the whole journey is going to take. Delia and Gavin in a way sound like they're trying to distort and bend it, as the passage of time becomes fuzzy while completely bathed in the aural movement within. Days of Mars could easily be one of those albums people come to associate with some of the most memorable and enjoyable trips they've ever done.
This 1995 album is one of those extraordinarily rare instances in which a remix album was actually a great idea. For one, it focuses almost entirely on material from Evanescence, an album that many (myself included) consider to be Scorn's peak, capturing Mick Harris during that all-too-brief nexus in which his more visceral impulses and his love of disquieting ambiance were in perfect balance. Then, of course, he managed to assemble several of the most compelling and uncompromising denizens of electronic music's shadowy fringes (Coil, Autechre, etc.) to warp it all to their liking.
Ellipsis opens, appropriately enough, with the monster lead track ("Silver Rain Fell") from Evanescence, now remixed by Meat Beat Manifesto.I find it to be a somewhat amusing remix attempt, as the primary difference is that Jack Dangers just removed all of Nick Bullen's pointless vocals.He also made some subtly funky and unobtrusive additions and dispelled a little bit of Harris's harshness, but it is basically the same song, only edited to remove anything that Dangers didn’t think was quite working ("Here you go, mate- I fixed your song.You're welcome.").The awesome shuffling beat from the original, thankfully, stayed intact.
Most of the other contributors make much more conspicuous changes, however.Robin Rimbaud, for example, essentially obliterates every recognizable feature from "Night Tide" and transforms it into an ominously ambient Scanner piece (enhanced byalternately amusing and tense snatches of ill-gotten cell phone conversations, predictably).Autechre, quite similarly, absolutely gut "Falling," leaving only a very minimal lurching early-Autechre-style beat and some spectral, echoing snatches of Mick Harris’s original ethnic percussion.
Coil, for their part, rather unexpectedly contribute the most sympathetic and well thought-out work on the album with their re-envisioning of "Dreamspace."I suppose I am a pretty big Coil fan, but they were never a group that I considered particularly restrained or reverent.Like Dangers before them, they wisely discarded Bullen’s vocals and kept just about everything else.They then went one step further though, and slathered the track with some inspired and well-placed mindfuckery.Aside from a very conspicuous, submerged, and psychotropic repeating note motif, it is extremely difficult to pinpoint exactly what Sleazy and Balance did, but quite clear that the song has been vastly improved somehow- it’s just more squelchy, more shivery, and more weird.Notably, Coil also did a (lesser) second version of the same song that was only included on the original vinyl version, but it has since resurfaced on Anamnesis.
The rest of the album takes a bit of a downturn, but is still generally enjoyable:P.C.M. enlivens "The End" with some frantic (but now dated) drum-and-bass rhythms, Mick Harris perplexingly reworks "Exodus" and "Light Trap" to make them slightly less cool than the original versions, and Germ takes one of the least impressive tracks from Evanescence ("Automata") and turns it into a different unimpressive track.Then, regrettably, there is Bill Laswell, whom I just don’t understand at all.Unlike everyone else, he picked a song from an earlier album ("Night Ash Black" from Colossus).Also unlike everyone else, he made his song dramatically worse than the original by doubling the length, playing up the guitars and the vocals, adding some didgeridoo, and tossing in some wildly overdramatic movie samples.I'd like to believe that he was just being hilariously contrarian, but I have some very serious doubts.  
Aside from Coil, no one on Ellipsis quite manages to eclipse the source material, but it is certainly fascinating to hear everyone take a crack at it anyway.Part of the reason is that Nick Bullen's heavy, muscular bass lines were one of the best things about Evanescence (and Scorn in general) and many of the remixers neutered the songs a bit by removing or downplaying them.The other problem is that, with few exceptions, most of the remixes fall victim to Scorn’s own Achilles' Heel of stretching great ideas too thin and going on a bit too long.  Ellipsis is not quite a classic in its own right, but it has some great moments and serves as an excellent companion piece to the more essential Evanescence (with which it has now been conveniently reissued).
Unavailable for over 10 years, this new edition of “Lebenserinnerungen Eines Lepidopterologen” (“Memoirs of a Lepidopterist”) collects the collaborative and early solo works of Andreas Martin and Christoph Heemann as an extensive 2CD retrospective.
Moving between minimalist guitar compositions, tape-music narratives, and an array of cascading electronics, each of Martin and Heemann’s solo recordings blend seamlessly within the milieu of their collaborative work.
While one can hear how this forged the groundwork for much of the late-period H.N.A.S. material, the work here took the vision further, and helped shape a path toward their respective solo endeavors. Included are compositions from their first solo releases: Martin’s “Doppelpunkt Vor Ort” (1993) and Heemann’s-“Uber den Umgang mit Umgebung and Andere Versuche” (1991), each originally released as small edition 10” vinyl. Also featured is a prime selection of previously unreleased material, obscure 7” tracks, and their collaborative opus from the (H.N.A.S.) “Ach, Dieser Bart!” LP (1988).
This deluxe set includes two additional tracks (not appearing on the previous edition), remastered audio, and fully restored visuals. All packaged in a beautiful mini-LP gatefold jacket with an updated 4-page booklet. Over 100 minutes of music covering the years 1987-2000
"In the early eighties Robert Haigh released several highly acclaimed albums under the name of SEMA on his own label Le Rey Records.
The most notable being 'Three Seasons Only'. He also contributed piano and recordings to various Nurse with Wound projects including: Homotopy to Marie, Sylvie and Babs Hi Fi Companion, Spiral Insana.
The final release on Le Rey Records was his solo piano album 'A Waltz in Plain C' (CD) in 1989 and after that release Robert left London and settled in Hertfordshire.
20 years have passed since then. "Notes and Crossings" is the album that Robert has jokingly referred to as the follow up to 'A Waltz in Plain C'. "Notes and Crossings" is an album of pure piano music (with some treatments) - there is no use of percussion and electronic sequencing etc. The album is comprised of 14 pieces of written and improvised piano music, including an unreleased (but re-recorded) track from 1989 : 'Tomorrow Never Came'.
Robert says : "Piano is my real love and I am excited to have the challenge to work within the (limitless) limitations and expressions of this medium"
This is what long-time SEMA listeners expect from Robert Haigh, and will appeal to those who love works by Erik Satie, Claude Debussy and Harold Budd. In an edition 500 copies with hand-made miniature jacket sleeve designed by Faraway Press.
Siren Records is very proud to release this long awaited beautiful new album by Robert Haigh."
SOROW is a new work by David Jackman aka Organum after completing the recent "Holy" trilogy ('Sanctus', 'Amen' and 'Omega').
SOROW is not an album that expands the trilogy still farther, but opens a new chapter in Organum's career.
On the basis of the European organ drones and the Indian Tanpura foundation, the gentle Japanese temple bell compliments the piece. It is neither of European Middle Age by a revisionist nor Oriental music composed from a European viewpoint. Its actions are of international minimalism and SOROW is 'Universal Music' in the true sense of the word. In an edition 500 copies with high quality gatefold sleeve designed by Jonathan Coleclough.
The major recurrent theme for Soundway compilations is documenting that fragile and fleeting period when two cultures collide and the resulting music still seems exciting, fresh, and revolutionary. Palenque Palenque certainly fits nicely within that aesthetic, but the absorption of African music into Colombia did not follow a predictable path all, as this is a deeply strange and somewhat baffling album (albeit quite a likable one). Rather than sounding like a Latinized Fela Kuti, some of the artists more closely resemble a young Steve Reich on amphetamines trying to construct an Afro-Latin dance album from tape loops.
Champeta was born in the early '70s when soukous, highlife, and Afrobeat records started finding their way into Columbia around the same time that sound system culture was beginning to flourish.Notably, Colombians took to these new African sounds much more enthusiastically than any other country in their vicinity—in fact; co-compiler Lucas Silva is quite fond of proclaiming that Colombia was the first (only?) "Afrobeat nation" outside of Africa.This seeming anomaly actually has some very logical roots, as the north coast of Colombia featured quite prominently on the slave trade route and gradually became home to many displaced Africans who resisted completely assimilating themselves into Columbian culture.
Naturally, covering the hottest African music of the day quickly became quite a common practice for musicians in Cartagena and Barranquilla, but it is quite hard to fathom just how that ultimately progressed into something like Cumbia Siglo XX's "Negala Pedale," which begins with spastic auctioneer-like vocals before kicking into what sounds like a two-note locked groove.It's so ridiculous that it seems far more like a provocation than an honest attempt at a song ("Oh, you like to dance, do you? Try to dance to this, you bastards!").Unexpectedly, however, that "locked groove" aesthetic is strewn all over the rest of the album, encompassing everything: percussion, bass lines, guitar parts, and even vocals.Most of the tracks on Palenque Palenque are built are built upon endlessly repeating loops of frenzied funkiness coupled with similarly insistent call-and-response vocals.Often, the only fluid elements are the lead vocals and (maybe) some drum fills.In fact, some songs are repetitive to such a deranged degree (particularly Son Palenque) that they veer quite firmly into avant-garde territory, a truly odd place for dance music to wind up (especially when it originates from poor ghettos with a—possibly undeserved—reputation for violence).Also, it is both charming and mystifying to hear exuberant live musicians emulating loops.
The popularity of sound systems must have played an enormous role in shaping the improbable Champeta sound, as nearly all of the contributions seem to be based upon a very simple and true premise: all you need to get some asses on the dance floor and make them go wild is a great beat and a hook that becomes instantly familiar.A handful of overachievers go beyond the formula a bit and write some cool, fully-formed songs (Bandos Los Hijos De La Niña Luz, for example) or display great musicianship (like La Tromba), but most sensed that when people are having the time of their lives, they do not care what the hell is being sung or if the trombone player has sick chops.At least I hope that is the case. Otherwise, I have no explanation for the cartoonish duck impressions in "La Negra Kulende" or the onomatopoeic gibberish of "Burumburumbum."
On one hand, it is pretty easy to see why Champeta's popularity was relatively brief and highly localized and why Silva and Soundway's Miles Claret had to do quite a bit of scavenging to assemble this album, as dance music has a definite sell-by date and always falls victim to the next cool thing that comes along.Also, sometimes aggressive Latin rhythms make me feel like I am trapped in an elevator with a hyperactive child.On the other hand, however, it is abundantly evident why Silva has dedicated his life to preserving this music (he runs a Champeta-centric label of his own): Colombia has a thoroughly vibrant, weird, raucous, and unique musical legacy that almost no one has had a chance to hear.Palenque Palenque makes me very nostalgic for those wonderful days when wild and creatively fertile new scenes could still erupt and flourish in cultural isolation, vanish before becoming lame or commodified, then resurface to startle people like me several decades later.
This piece for two pianos and a viola was one of the last pieces Luc Ferrari wrote and this recording documents its posthumous premiere along with a rehearsal performance. The two sides of this LP demonstrate that Ferrari was by no means running out of steam by the end of his life. The music as captivating as any of his other works for conventional instrumentation. Tense, violent and beautiful, Didascalies 2 is a potent reminder of Ferrari’s talent as a composer.
The first side of the LP features a rehearsal performance for Ferrari’s wife, Brunhild Meyer Ferrari, and covers a lot of ground in 18 minutes. Beginning with a dual piano pulse that sounds like a number of Morse code signals copulating, the piece slowly begins to fan out as the pianists (Jean-Philippe Collard-Neven and Claude Berset) incorporate clusters of notes around the central piano motif. "Didascalies 2" is at times ferocious; an atonal pounding erupts throughout the piece which is reminiscent of some of Ferrari’s earlier scores. When Vincent Royer’s viola appears towards the end of the piece it sounds like war has broken out; the viola is an oncoming bomber making a raid as the pianos replicate the explosions on the ground.
The world premiere performance of "Didascalies 2" takes up side B and the piece takes a different trajectory despite only a day between this and the aforementioned rehearsal performance. Emerging from the same one note pulse as described in Ferrari’s score, when Collard-Neven and Berset begin to develop the piece, it does not sound as jarring as in the rehearsal (not that jarring is a bad thing). Thunderous chords erupt late in the piece as lighter, melodic refrains pour from the pianos like rain. As the storm hits fully, the violence of "Didascalies 2" becomes apparent in a very different way to the other version of the piece; these recordings highlight the power of a good performer in interpreting and realising Ferrari’s works. The viola is far more intense here, Royer sounds like he is weathering the storm with the tenacity of someone desperate to push through the floods to safety.
Not only are the performances full of vigour and deftly played but they are immaculately recorded; the pianos sound like they are in the room with me. Although, the viola does sound a little flat compared to the two pianos but it is not clear whether this is because Royer is playing that way or because he was not recorded as astutely as the pianos. Yet this is only a small problem in an otherwise terrific release.
For this album the Magic Carpathians have played many roles: field guides, sonic scouts, and acoustic archaeologists investigating the musical heritage of the land they call their home. They have been applying the varnish to some improvised sessions recorded over a nearly sleepless two day period high up in a mountain lodge back in 2008. The results are like the whorls in a piece of wood picked up off the forest floor: fractal like, mesmerizing and endlessly intricate.
Besides being fine musicians the Magic Carpathians are also adept ethnomusicologists. Marek Styczynski has had a long standing interest in preserving musical instruments from the Carpathian Mountain region, which forms a long arc stretching across Central and Eastern Europe. Some of these, like the gajdica–a unique clarinet from Slovakia–can be heard on Acousmatic Psychogeography. Marek is interested in preserving these instruments not only as artifacts, but by bringing them into modern and electronic musical scenarios he extends their cultural reach, sustaining them longer in time; in doing this important work he finds a new audience for their sounds.
The album opens with long player "Detournament." Marek sings "faces of passing people," which forms a kind of refrain, evoking images of the flaneur. Anna Nacher further elaborates the theme, singing of "wasting time endlessly, roaming the streets, circling around, looking down." The music is perfect for the idle lounging and rambling she describes. Lazy guitar lines, fed with a bit of drive from the tube amps, meander over a thin sheet of watery loops, gradually building in distortion. The hallucinatory improv set climaxes with sounds of frayed analog fire.
"Derive" is a psychedelic sand box of open source synthesis. Slide guitars start the affair, before graduating onwards with heavy strains on the wah-wah pedal. The flubbering bass line gels together the other musical elements, which form a kind of ad hoc bricolage. This song along with "Drifting," faithfully evince the Situationist concept of the drift. Sputtering like a late night basement session, the songs create new maps out of old territory, psychically manipulating familiar psych-rock terrains, molding and shaping it into new contours. This is accomplished not only by the inclusion of instruments like the gajdica, mentioned earlier, but also the uchiwa-daiko, a type of Japanese fan drum, dulcimer, pistiala and other unusual sound devices.
The final song, "Ley Lines," picks up where "Drifting" left off, using vocal loops and ethnic wind instruments. The trajectory moves sideways from what is typically expected of a song, just as the old straight tracks, affectionately known as leylines among various seekers investigating Earth mysteries, allegedly connect sacred geographical sites, without recourse to modern notions of urban planning. The energy of the album is concentrated in the middle, making this closer a pleasant departure, as the last swirls of a dream moving from the unknown back into the known.