artist: Crown Larks
label: Already Dead Tapes + Satelltie Records
keywords: experimental,art,rock,drone,krautrock,maximal,minimal,no wav,noise,now wave,pain is luvv,postpunk,psych,space,Chicago
A hrm. A hem. I have returned out of the ether that is well ya know life and it’s supposed
wonders to come bring back a raucous rancor to the realm that is review. For it is I! If you can’t guess or can’t be bother to care, good for you cuz neither do I.
I was browsing upon some things and happened to myseriously come across this little release. Be warned, dear readers, for this shall probably have some sinister narrative woven throughout it.
Lighthearted tones and some fun times did I say weave? I meant complete domination. I’m not here to prattle about works but of this wondrous journey I had that most would call a walk. As the vocals hit, I suddenly felt inspiration drain from me. Vocals are a tricky thing to my ear, and apparently this voice did not have the trick. Alas, I am not everyone. As a result, this HEAVILY inspired photo resulted
Also a flute! Flutes are cool, so cool in fact that they are in this song. Rocking along, nice and peaceful and fun like. I would daresay that the flute Howls throughout. Ha. Ha. Ha.
There I go again with my clever little observations. Sigh, such a pitiable soul, but moving on!
Syncopating synths and some nasty growl before we get into the groove. Relaxing. Escapades into something of more psychedelia while funneling into a much more laid back and yet active mood that would derail me from potent meditation. Interesting.
More tones as the journey progresses. Darker tones as a slight descend into ritual madness but being right back up again. Lots of sounds with not too many notes continue throughout and bring a sense of security before being thrust back into the unknown with some more crunchy waves and an excitement and rush that I am receiving despite myself. I was wandering down roads that had less people so I could let all this wash over me. I had left earlier than I normally would, which meant more people about, and cars, which meant more distraction. I couldn’t help but feel the pace pick up as we tried to stay away from any form of sapien life. Except for my arachnid friends. I had to see if the pretty ladies were out and about.
Truth be told I hadn’t even gotten to this song by the time I had taken this photo, but the time was nigh for photos. Couldn’t arose suspicion, couldn’t spark the curiosity of nosy minds. I was getting slightly bored. Sounded like the one continuous sounds sort of melding together, some slight reaction but nothing to write home to. A mental note of this not making it into my regular rotation of sound. I wanted something slightly darker and nastier, which I should never have expected this album to do, which is fine. I asked the impossible, since that is what my taste was at the moment.
An interlude indeed. Nice, soft, slow. Exactly what an interlude was meant to be. Ties the whole room together.
I can’t say I know Lithop, or will every meant this assuredly divine creature, but I’m pretty sure this discared Cup Noodles, if not a very close cousin, was once favored by our dear Lithop here. Tingling and tinkering sounds sprinkle to and fro. I can’t help but think the style of these Crown Larks would lend itself quite well to a live performance, with all sorts of the crazy shit they feel like doing is all a happening and a wonder. Over before you know it.
This thing reminds me or well would make me want to be in some form of hut, with a fire blazing in the center while everyone is drumming away and chanting away into the night, in thick robes, until the heat and sorceric nausea force me to break into the cool night air and vomit all over the dirt. Seems like the exact sound for that. Lost myself ah ha! A pretty lady! Seemingly much more camouflaged however the resolution is crap and I didn’t want to disturb her as much as I seemingly had. No need to have her scurry into the corners of her web. A few paces later and the gleam of a single strand also caught my eye, and another friend was to be seen. I was happy, for they had cut down the bushes where they gathered a plenty, and the maintenance person had used a hose to “clean” next to the compressors for the A/C. What a dastardly move, for all the spider friends vanished that day, never to be seen again to play a bit to this one. I felt it would dip lower but it kept up the pace. Still rather mesmerizing.
I was getting worried. I feared I was nowhere near the end of this album and therefore broke the magic of immersion and saw I had three tracks left. Time to take a detour. Extend the constitution. Visual recording of the venture was to be ceased, as per the council. They always knew best. At least that’s what Mother would say from time to time. I have no idea how to caption those two photos there, but the tiotle or this song is Burn It Down. Slight picked up pace, warmer tones, with some more ethereal notes extending into the nothingness and otherness. Solid.
“Watchful, Spellbound” starts of whimsical enough before engaging into some noise wallish stuff, to good effect. Completely switches the pace, almost as if we have been the watchers only to become hypnotized and lost to all that was seeeeeeeen, which isn’t very good because we’re supposed to be seeing it all, no? Well, hey, I don’t know how you watch but getting lost tends to well, I don’t know, maybe that’s what you do or like. Sounds good to me.
Goodbye seems to start with some nostalgic sounds, from times long gone, before they settle back into their signature style. Also, dig the use of both vocalists here. A nice blend or clash or clashendb (yes, don’t worry about it, just gooooooooo with it, which is to say goo, of the most sucking you in variety). Then we get some more of that COOL FLUTE. But wait, this isn’t goodbye just yet.
Stranger (Unce Down to the New Store) seems to hearken in an upper pace, along with I feel tones closer to the opening. I feel they’re pretty close. Don’t know why. Circle doesn’t have The ending came so abruptly. I was not sure it had ended really. So many releases had done something similar. Not quite sure what the effect was. Not quite sure the meaning. An awakening back to mundane perhaps? But things tend to fade together in an almost imperceptible way and the shock only occurs once one has gotten a grasp of the amount of time that has passed and not the feeling of it. What was I to do? With a walk still to be had and earbuds poked snugly into their respective orifices, the only logical solution was to bring up the contents of the remaining musical library I had on my mobile. However, a fear stirred within. I might lose the inspiration due to this other music. How many reviews have gone unwritten or trashed or scrapped because I didn’t time the walk properly? Also, was I forcing this one because I hadn’t done one in a while and my own creative juices in a more permanent state of evaporated? Would this make things better? Only one way to find out. Despite the excitement and joy I derived from the additional tracks, I was focused. I would complete the task, but first to home. A man asked me for a cigarette, despite me not smoking one. I told him I didn’t have any and he then decided to walk down the same street as I. Shoulders and head turned more frequently due to lack of sound bringing me, what some might say, vital information. At least my body would be in a readier state, yet that sense was for all intents and purposes cut off. I began to sing louder and louder as I walked alone. Came upon a man digging into the curb and throwing the chipped rock he so earnestly freed into the surrounding sidewalk. I hoped he wouldn’t hit me. The journey came closer to the end, familiar gates, shrubbery and overall state of meh. Time to check the mail. Time to see what gifts were to be bestowed upon me by the United States Postal Service. A feeling began to drip down my brain and into my spine and from there into the nerves that ran throughout my entire body. The knowledge that something I had waited for and not known I had waited for it came to me, and I eagerly forced the metal into metal contact, the grinding a sweet song to my ears. A twist and I pulled the slotted door open. Ah ha, an envelope. One which I did not know. I held it up to the light and could only see that it held paper. I pinched the flap and tore. My destiny awaited, my prize to be given. Preapproved for 35,000. Yippee. an end type stuffs? Getting us back into the mood and getting into it.