"V which recorded live by Ommadon On The Hill Of Maud in the Scottish Highlands over the winter of 2012/13." Since I had never actually, but as it anliest to verschwurbelt with my notions of / memories of Scotland or the games that I was allowed to travel through it (years ago), it seems to me this place to be just right to such music einzudröhnen. Or a bunker above the Arctic Circle in the night half. Or a pantry in Ludwigslust. Probably you can do something like that everywhere, if only's / Fraus is enough to develop such visions, especially those endurance. How do you get out purely methodically? Eye contact, clear. Sheet music (or crude, large scribbled note poster)? Intuition? Then these two guys were gods of extrasensory perception. The number of tones to be used in any case was heard determine certain sound settings that move smacking sähmig between bloated and insanely fat, probably. Maybe there was beyond ... protocols. Protocols on Proto structures.
Chords, Breaks, Drones and Punches. But RHYTHMS come, if at all, then only in vanishingly small quantities before - and I like a man of the people think he thought he must prove to have this album really belongs, schwurbel by mentioning that "Second" in its twenty-ninth minute something like to groove begins. Sounds as would "V" as times from the curd, but yeah so isses not meant. The plate is so Quark that she does not need to come from the curd. Off-the-quark come, pff, that's what rock plates with pick-ambition. "V" has something to no interest. In this it resembles the mountain to the prophet must come. "V" is a 90 minute, meticulous and sustainable hard trampling of rolling splits, the festtrampelnde instance makes so shamanic muscular jump moves. By the time you get with how their landing points increasingly resemble the outlines of pentagrams. I do not need to be mentioned, is clear.
Knallharte reduction of musical means vs. complete dissolution of their form. An infinitely stretched neck pickup situation. Without wanting to "V" cut down on this reference: "V" is the wide earth Kung the intro of "Hung Bunny", the first part of my opinion groundbreaking Melvins album "Lysol" for a time in which it projects as SUNN 0 ))) are. Melvins, in itself great Dekonstrukteure classic Hard Rock ciphers, but this is still deconstructed, spacetime busting, free-spirited because of me, and: It's no joke about intros. It is. The transformation of the moment into a form of eternity. Hope is possible again. There are perhaps a hell.
