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- Christmas Drones for One Guitar
MP3 EP 2015 | Silber 204
4 tracks, 28 minutes
Four loop driven ambient guitar improvisations from Remora. Drink your eggnog until you think it's 1999 again.
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First up, we have one raw, straight-to-tape sonic odyssey from Remora, the noisey solo guitar moniker of Brian John Mitchell .
Christmas Drones For One Guitar is comprised of four lengthy drifts, that blend and bleed together, working as one monolithic whole, while still resembling “songs”. This is no passive, weightless, polite background listening, however, as Remora’s fretwork rips, tears, and rends behind the scenes, in a style somewhere between Nadja and the gentle ambiance of Labradford and Windy & Carl. Blissdrone meets shoegaze and post-rock? Yes, please!
Let’s just go ahead and shatter that illusion of critical objectivity and point out that we are guitar players, here at Forestpunk, as well as being fond acolytes of six-string mutations, so we’re always glad to see people pushing the axe’s timbre into new and interesting areas. It subverts the rockist tendencies, and conjures a different vision of the infinite than electronic music does. It’s a bit earthier, more tactile, with the fleshy pads of fingers modulating steel and electricity, like some kind of medium.
Remora takes us into the stratosphere with “Special Occasion”, the lengthiest sojourn here, and brings us back down to the gravity well with “VAB”‘s ebbing echoes. What happens in between is like an anti-gravity epiphany, like watching the entire Earth at once on 12.25, watching the twinkling lights from the inky depths of outer space. Remora’s drones and drifts are dense and full, never boring, and emotive, although Mitchell doesn’t tell us what those emotions are. Instead, he paints a compelling portrait and asks us to investigate, deciding for ourselves how to feel about the story.
A delightful, open-ended exploration, that would sound as fresh and timely in July as the depths of the dark nights of winter.