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SONS OF NOEL AND ADRIAN Album REVIEW |
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INDIGO
(4:57)
MYSPACE
Length: 47:34 (min:secs)
www.myspace.com/sonsofnoelandadrian
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Now this isn’t going to suit everyone, particularly those with narrow minds! For most into rock or metal, this is either going to elate or revolt you, but for fucks sake don’t worry as it ain’t gonna hurt and either way you'll definitely find it a positive education (and well done to Shelsmusic for releasing them). This is an album of enchanting music from almost a commune of musicians (maybe 10 or more), who choose the Brighton area as their base and call themselves Sons Of Noel And Adrian. This is true retro music, simplistically fashioned from traditional materials. If this music was a craft it would be making cider, it would be scything hay or thatching roofs, good honest art created with a deep passion. It feels like progressive folk with Kate Bush style musical diversity and creates leftfield arrangements so left they have been appointed Professor of Leftfield at the Leftfield University and have won the most left leftfield thing in a leftfield competition! Imagine layered musical passages building a tiered atmosphere so thick that it has rungs that you could climb. With distinctive quavering vocals, which are unsteady and tremulous yet still resonant and reverberating, and that sound like a somewhat depressed Serj Tankian (SOAD) riding a box-cart down a cobbled street. They are slightly eerie and often dark and have the effect to subsequently agonize and then soothe to contentment; it is vocal Morris dancing while floating on a blanket of cloud. So maybe it’s folk at its roots but it involves such diverse elements as hints of jazz folk fusion, Spanish style flamenco through to almost ritualistic chants and tales bring into being a sundry of blended styles. Sadness features greatly and forms much of the shape, it imparts such feelings of emptiness that are embellished by highs of compassion and at times it leaves you feeling humbled. It’s a relaxing internal head massage with beautiful guitar melodies taking you running across fields of flowers and strings that then bring a strange melancholy. Clear and transparent lyrics bring home messages that will rings bells of recognition in many and an exfoliation of your surface emotions that uncover an unrealised way of feeling. Each song caresses a simplistic collective of heartfelt contributions that you see blossom from ideas into art. For those with a mind to suit they may leave with a feeling of sadness but also a sadness to leave and a feeling that somehow invigorates those emotions much for the better.
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- Rigsby
(15th May, 2008) |
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