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THIGHPAULSANDRA — Acid & Ecstasy
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Thighpaulsandra is a veteran of many music worlds, and displays it on his kaleidoscopic multi movement tracks. With his first album in six years, Acid & Ecstasy, he whizzes through a particularly electrifying set of stylistic left turns. Princess Margarets Mellotron starts off with guttural spiritual ambience before swerving into a twisted rock n roll breakdown. A tripped out, irreverent take on the 2020s Britpop re-revival powered ultimately by a vast array of electronics and Coily industrialism, the track somehow expertly blends trickling gamelan polyrhythms, marching band brass, and murky ambience into a genre defying art rock mixture.
Acid & Ecstasy" ist das neunte Soloalbum des
musikalischen Provokateurs Thighpaulsandra (u.a. ex-COIL/SPIRITUALIZED/JULIAN COPE) und seine erste Verffentlichung seit dem 2019 erschienenen Album Practical Electronics. Willkommen zu einem weiteren tiefen Tauchgang in Thighpaulsandras anzglicher Klangwelt, welche sich keinem Genre zuordenen lsst. Ein Doppelalbum, das eine Vielzahl von immersiven Soundscapes, rauen Rockmomenten und lyrisch geschrften Balladen enthlt, die wir alle von diesem unruhigen Troubadour erwarten, plus eine Menge fleischiger berraschungen. Sieben gewichtige Tracks, die dich auf die beste Art und Weise verwirren und dich durch einen eklektischen Zirkus von unverflschter Genialitt chauffieren. Verdrnge den Unglauben und kreuzigen die Neugier, du wirst nicht enttuscht. Erhltlich auf Doppel-LP und Einzel-CD.
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"If like me you loved Thighpaulsandras debut or the panoramic nature of his Golden Communion album, Im glad to report the big-band sound is back with a vengeance on this new offering.
As sprawling as it is provocative, this beast is an accomplished double helping that happily mingles menace with glitzy pop-tastics skewered in plenty of Stockhausen detours and atonal splurges. A largely song-based soiree, dashes of black humour and grandiose synth work abound, each track never starting where it finishes, its malleable betweens mood-swinging like a tree-skipping gibbon, grinning with mischievous intent.
The orators words shine, scenic playthings perversely weaselled, poking fun at the righteous. The music, just as anarchic, obsessively delighting in blushes of prog-like excess, scooping up funky spandex grooves or taut totem riffs beset with a warble of classical delicacies, suddenly slamming you unexpectedly into a host of bent-up and crumpled trauma.
Bold and marauding, its an entertaining ride that draws you into its theatrics askew, starfishes you back from the wreckage on a refreshed stream of consciousness piggybacking on a grinding bassline and creamy wizardry psychedelically triggered melodics and adrenalined rushes that push intriguing holes through the fabric of its own reality.
The jazzabelled tribal mantra of The Curtain erased into an ECM coma to comb-over a lush Spanish guitar and flourished balladry. A Julian Cope-like cadence chasing slippery abstracts and trickling diodes. The songwriting free-flow doesnt disappoint, pillows with possibility, offset in ovalling obliques and star-clustered satellites, leaping headlong into some weirded-out Cardiacs-like operatics. In anybody elses hands this might fall foul, flounder messily; but Thighpaulsandras trip marvels with the improbable, alchemises the errant with seamless ease.
The debauched hilarity of Princess Margarets Mellotron (bringing to mind Double Vulgars ode to her royal highness) meal-worms the ridiculous, all raspberried and choral-tapered, Sliding down the corridors of powerrrrr skilfully subverting with toe-tapping tautness and genre-bending fluidity. That multifaceted voice plucking charismatic to later turn despotic on Cattle Truck, the music souring to blunted blows disembarking into some head-nodding wrongness and a zero-gravity suspense outage of rumble-roasted layers.
I cant begin to imagine the amount of work involved creating something this complex and widescreen, but my ears are enjoying every twist and turn. As the album ends on the sticky avant-garden of The Brown Hare Remains, Im reminded again of Thighpaulsandras genius in conjuring a rarefied atmosphere. An oddly shimmering creature of a track, stabbed in reverbed-glowing rhythmics and gong-like metallics to skitter on an aftersun of chilled poetics slivering between French and English on this dusky purple pulse. A lilting ambience that tessellates like a slo-mo of broken petals wistfully lost to the gathering silence.
Acid And Ecstasy is another extravagant triumph that Im going to be listening to for years to come.
[Michael Rodham-Heaps/FREQ]
Acid & Ecstasy" ist das neunte Soloalbum des
musikalischen Provokateurs Thighpaulsandra (u.a. ex-COIL/SPIRITUALIZED/JULIAN COPE) und seine erste Verffentlichung seit dem 2019 erschienenen Album Practical Electronics. Willkommen zu einem weiteren tiefen Tauchgang in Thighpaulsandras anzglicher Klangwelt, welche sich keinem Genre zuordenen lsst. Ein Doppelalbum, das eine Vielzahl von immersiven Soundscapes, rauen Rockmomenten und lyrisch geschrften Balladen enthlt, die wir alle von diesem unruhigen Troubadour erwarten, plus eine Menge fleischiger berraschungen. Sieben gewichtige Tracks, die dich auf die beste Art und Weise verwirren und dich durch einen eklektischen Zirkus von unverflschter Genialitt chauffieren. Verdrnge den Unglauben und kreuzigen die Neugier, du wirst nicht enttuscht. Erhltlich auf Doppel-LP und Einzel-CD.
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no bandcamp, sorry
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"If like me you loved Thighpaulsandras debut or the panoramic nature of his Golden Communion album, Im glad to report the big-band sound is back with a vengeance on this new offering.
As sprawling as it is provocative, this beast is an accomplished double helping that happily mingles menace with glitzy pop-tastics skewered in plenty of Stockhausen detours and atonal splurges. A largely song-based soiree, dashes of black humour and grandiose synth work abound, each track never starting where it finishes, its malleable betweens mood-swinging like a tree-skipping gibbon, grinning with mischievous intent.
The orators words shine, scenic playthings perversely weaselled, poking fun at the righteous. The music, just as anarchic, obsessively delighting in blushes of prog-like excess, scooping up funky spandex grooves or taut totem riffs beset with a warble of classical delicacies, suddenly slamming you unexpectedly into a host of bent-up and crumpled trauma.
Bold and marauding, its an entertaining ride that draws you into its theatrics askew, starfishes you back from the wreckage on a refreshed stream of consciousness piggybacking on a grinding bassline and creamy wizardry psychedelically triggered melodics and adrenalined rushes that push intriguing holes through the fabric of its own reality.
The jazzabelled tribal mantra of The Curtain erased into an ECM coma to comb-over a lush Spanish guitar and flourished balladry. A Julian Cope-like cadence chasing slippery abstracts and trickling diodes. The songwriting free-flow doesnt disappoint, pillows with possibility, offset in ovalling obliques and star-clustered satellites, leaping headlong into some weirded-out Cardiacs-like operatics. In anybody elses hands this might fall foul, flounder messily; but Thighpaulsandras trip marvels with the improbable, alchemises the errant with seamless ease.
The debauched hilarity of Princess Margarets Mellotron (bringing to mind Double Vulgars ode to her royal highness) meal-worms the ridiculous, all raspberried and choral-tapered, Sliding down the corridors of powerrrrr skilfully subverting with toe-tapping tautness and genre-bending fluidity. That multifaceted voice plucking charismatic to later turn despotic on Cattle Truck, the music souring to blunted blows disembarking into some head-nodding wrongness and a zero-gravity suspense outage of rumble-roasted layers.
I cant begin to imagine the amount of work involved creating something this complex and widescreen, but my ears are enjoying every twist and turn. As the album ends on the sticky avant-garden of The Brown Hare Remains, Im reminded again of Thighpaulsandras genius in conjuring a rarefied atmosphere. An oddly shimmering creature of a track, stabbed in reverbed-glowing rhythmics and gong-like metallics to skitter on an aftersun of chilled poetics slivering between French and English on this dusky purple pulse. A lilting ambience that tessellates like a slo-mo of broken petals wistfully lost to the gathering silence.
Acid And Ecstasy is another extravagant triumph that Im going to be listening to for years to come.
[Michael Rodham-Heaps/FREQ]