Fans of free-form space-rock jamming madness check this out. A single track long enough to fill an audio CD-R if you were thinking of burning it to one (or you could definitely burn one to it, see what I did there?) has three main movements to it that I can discern. We start out with a blanket of insanely echoed guitar, a four-note synth bass line that doesn’t seem to care what meter it’s in, and an oceanic drum groove as the only thing keeping it from drifting apart into a plasma of disconnected particles. Then, it actually does drift apart, to the apparent delight of a live audience, and as it does you begin to notice the folky acoustic guitar strumming two chords that’s been hiding in the background the whole time and the droning one-chord harmonica jamming along with it. Through an extended cross-fade it comes to sound like a country farmhouse full of crazy German hippies in 1970 with different jam sessions going on in every room all at one time. Eventually the loud drums and spaced-out electric guitar return and ride the cosmic basement vibe out to several consecutive attempted endings before the real one, where the acoustic guitars from the middle section come back in for five minutes or so accompanied by rattling forks or something. This massive pastiche of hypnotic improvisations can be downloaded free courtesy of Deep White Sound.
So, Pythias Braswell (I was pronouncing the first name incorrectly in my head before seeing him play live) makes his home in Cannery Row,...… Continue reading
Published on February 03, 2018
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