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"A
gorgeous record of free sound:
Through three unsettled pieces, Open City breaks down the formalism of
the avant garde, noise and free improvisation
to reveal one of today's most distinctive and intense group dynamics.
The group
use a constant flow of deep drone, pointilistic cut ups, rich texture
and silence to create Alpha music.
Unrepeatable and unpredictable, aggressively abstract, time-stamped, adaptive,
actionist, attentionist, fun.
An organic assembly
language in an open field, avoiding the trance and
repetition of idiomatic pop for sound statement and direct coinage.
Open City aims
for a moment before music, the unsettled pause before a
devastating blow. The Birth of Cruel is a generational X-flare, a sound
proposition,
a coronal mass ejection of propulsive and audible means. Enjoy!
Reviews:
"Another luxurious
180-gram vinyl from the label Thin Wrist, The Birth of Cruel is Open City's
follow-up to the 2002 LP L.A. We Revise Your Neglect. The trio still consists
of two electric guitarists and a drummer . This album presents two main
differences. First, the pieces are longer. Second, silence plays a more
prominent role in the music. That is, the improvisations leave a lot of
room for breathing and show minutiae in the spatial-temporal placement
of sound gestures. If it sounds arid stated that way, in fact it makes
for very dynamic, although fragmented music. Each of the three pieces
bears at least four different titles in sequence, hinting at a suite"
form, but I defy you to identify clear transitional points between these
sections." Side one begins with the Assembly Language"
suite, the piece coming closest in terms of density to the material found
on L.A. We Revise Your Neglect. Maxwell is particularly busy laying down
a rough percussive terrain (Paul Lytton comes to mind, but a Lytton that
would have spent a couple of summers with Thurston Moore and Lee Ranaldo).
The shortest piece at 7 minutes, the Fetch and Squabble" suite
presents two handfuls of ideas and climates flashing by in front of the
listener's ears, like the stings from a swarm of bees, each prick more
precise than the previous ones. Side B is all devoted to the 20-minute
epic" (the word goes well with suite"; it feels
like a progressive rock album...) A Valley Forge," one of Open
City's finest moments. The trio manages to sustain the momentum despite
several angle shifts. The last five minutes or so see the two guitarists
conversing in a noisy but very articulate way, before joining forces for
a quiet drone (never)ending on a locked groove." François
Couture,
All Music Guide
"...it
brims with the wonderfully
cracked sounds you'd expect. Two guitars and a drum crawl slowly over
the parched hills searching for water
and you can feel the skin bubbling and bursting off their backs. These
guys make a sequence of small events feel like a goldang earthquake."
Byron Coley / Thurston Moore, Arthur, July 2004
"Imagine
the Dead C, slowly crumbling from the inside out, all vestiges of 'rock'
and 'composition' are now a viscous puddle in front of your speakers,
leaving just a splattery, skeletal clattery clank of a record. A huge
cavernous space, a player in each corner, sending pipes and guitars and
drum sticks and plectrums careening across the floor, raising an unholy,
but pretty damn pleasing racket." Aquarius
Records, San Francisco
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