Silver Institute starts with a pretty beautiful intro track, with a nicely enigmatic title. The years rolling by perhaps, peaks on a chronological graph. Then The Balcony overlooks a track, that at first seems at odds with itself, and then it gels together quite well. Something slightly familiar about it and I find myself trying to unpeel my memory like it is layered as an onion. Sure it is just a sound that is triggering off my synapses, and the brain tries to fill the gap between levels of consciousness. Housekeeper is a finely constructed track, good dose of experimental electronics. Very likeable and appealing. It blossoms ambiently, retaining that curious structure.
Track four is very calm and chilled out, just like the fine art room indeed. Certainly has enough eye for detail and is well tempered, seeming to be quite self-assured. Then, maybe that captures the essence of fine arts somewhat? Interestingly abstract finish. Educational Film up for viewing next, and it certainly sets a scene, albeit so briefly. Crossing the span of Haseth Overbridge, is quite a mild strutting of sound configuration. Not a place name I am familiar with, but a pretty good track either way. The point of Computer 95 is perhaps a reflection on how much easier it is to create something with all this wonderful software and technology, than it was. Is it more easily done? In the 80s I tinkered with some computer generated music, but was too busy working with IT from then on. Very mild, with clearly marked boundaries.
The atmosphere is retained with If Someone Would Know, and I suppose that is what I am trying to achieve. Here there is maybe the same sensation audibly but the effect becomes somewhat more emotionally poignant. Mirthday, a nice little tinkling of sound and feeling. Tuning Pixels, again short and very relevant to what a lot of us are spending incredible amounts of time doing. It all boils down to 1s and 0s. Deadmouses (have you seen how the user abuses them?) is a very entertaining track. Then we have Toick Service, which has an ambience all of its own. Interesting cointerplay between the rhythmic melody (or melodious rhythm) and the variation being at the lower levels. Then it finds a focus and predominance, which then switches.
Suddenly, things liven up with Boxout. More drama, more easily recognisable pace and although the structure is more clarified, the diversity comes in that which fills the gaps. If it was a sandwich, it would be tasty, different maybe, but definitely tasty. Vegetarian Soup reigns the listener back in and gives you a good grounding, almost like a lullaby. Quite sweetly done. I'm guessing by the sound and feel of track fifteen that there is an apostrophe amiss. It makes sense to me that way. Osan Oral starts quite plainly, and gives a good comparison of how oppositely abstract this album has already been in places. The track ends up being quite ordinary for its genre, though still nice enough. Some sort of strange vinyl sample at the close.
Peon Seeyan beyond my literal translation, but a nice little interlude. Then onto the comparatively big track, The State of Graffiti. In the town where I currently live, it is pretty dire and could do with some thoughtful creativity. Seems to be beset by a white noise melodiousness, that works curiously well. Quite liked that one. Acid Part, harks backwards and moves forwards. I find myself liking this too, as I have the whole album so far. Commendable effort and shows some keen levels of skill in sound manipulation and track construction, with quite an array of style within the electronic constitution.
The listener finishes with a huge track, Turn To Blue, which could have many real-world connotations. It begins fairly slowly, almost readying itself for something big to come along. There is engendered, a sense of anticipation, which leaves the listener wondering if the best has been saved until last. Half way in and it retains the soft, slow ambience it began with, though it has been somewhat subtly progressed. For its size it is quite a delicate piece. Like a rare, oversized moth remarked with a tribal reverence. The voices represent its fascinating night flight into the unseen light of the dark. Such nocturnal traceries, a tale themselves remaining open to interpretation. Overall, an excellent album. Thanks for giving us a listen.
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