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back in stock as of april 12th, 2013
first in stock on april 12th, 2010
threads: modern-psych guitar-themed minimalism-drones doom
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| | | root strata (usa) #rs-44 cd barn owl “the conjurer” compact disc - into the red horizon (5:11)
- across the deserts of ash (16:59)
- procession of golden bones (3:51)
- ancient of days (14:42)
| april 2010 release ; cd version of the now o/p “breakthrough” lp from chosen sons barn owl ...
excellent summoning of darkened light from this bay-area duo, hot on the heels of several well-received titles on root strata, blackest rainbow, not not fun, their own electric totem, and digitalis / foxglove ...
taking their cue(s, at least in part) from earth’s recent “doom americana” phase, there’s plenty in the way of slow, lumbering rhythms, played on heavily tremelo’ed guitar(s) and plodding drum-kit ; but for every measure of cinematic/pentatonic glory, there’s an equal dose of popol-vuh (hell, even organum, or artemiev at that) -esque flute & vocal droning that tempers the “power trio” cathars into something much more meditative ... highly recommended !!! |
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| | root strata press release... |
| barn owl "the conjurer"
rs-45 cd edition of 1000
the conjurer is the latest offering by bay area duo barn owl. this new long player finds evan caminiti & jon porras finally (by way of an actual recording studio) documenting something that is a bit closer to their very heavy live sets, with expanded peaks of white light distortion and enormous valleys of bottom end. each side opens with a brief funeral dirge to set the mood, a precession of bare bones drum beats and bell like guitar statements that bridge the gap to the wider open spaces of the almost side long 'across the desert of ash' and 'ancient of days''.
it may seem obvious, or even a little overwrought, but it has to be said that these guys really do evoke all kinds of cinematic drama with their music. apocalyptic westerns, bleak melodramas, mother nature fever dreams, it all seems to come to mind amid the evening guitar passages, incantations, flute tones, and finally, the solo piano that emerges lost among the electric mayhem to close the album. considering the amount of terrain, the conjurer is far from being scattered or rushed sounding. the record as a whole moves at a crafted even rhythm, slowly merging from one scene of violence to the next of almost silent recovery, then back up the mountain again. |
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