Music from a Dusty World I

The accumulation of dust on forgotten identities mixed with the apparently harsh fatalism of Deleuze. Interesting. As I start to listen, several bands are appearing in the misty memory. Brings to mind Canadian rock experiments that I discovered in the nineties, Polvo and the like. Dusty World speaks volumes perhaps in placing the Weltanschauung, and it may be that straightforward. Stating and asserting a perspective. I have to wonder, did a pause last as long back then? Either way, the execution is clean enough, and bystanders will come and go, no doubt. Give Me A Sign makes a curious appearance. At least curious for me.

And, as I gaze into the Black Hole, remembering that it was curiousity that killed the proverbial cat, a listener may be forgiven for finding something of themselves projected back in a mirror of time. Nice track, has an almost mesmeric quality. Then up pops What Time Is It and, all things being relative, I might deign to say 'Just about now...' and then skitter off through the event horizon. Sometimes we need the focus of singularity to arrange that dusty clutter that may accrue. Regardless of whether it contains a gem or two. Perhaps the Nerves are gems in our physiocratic structure. Well placed, as a good interval.

The placing of tracks in an album, I could see producing endless amounts of frustration, but when are paintings ever truly ended. What some look for is that sense of the poetry in motion, being endless. Crimson Land seems to make a stretch for that twist of reality, and I find myself helplessly liking this album. Any creative endeavour being an ego yearning to express itself to the nth degree. Then, balance becomes the key to successful transportation of the medium. Now I find myself thinking of King Crimson, and perhaps a little Porcupine Tree. There's something mutable about it, you see.

Imagine a picture that changes to suit your mood. Already we have technology available, though the viability of satisfaction with such media is yet to be understood. It has promise, which is a good start. Listening to the last track, Clouds, puts me in mind of days (and some others have more than I), when a fluctuating technical solution was not possible and we turned our gaze skyward and fell back of simulacra, and the odd epiphany. In a way this is what the track says to me as much as what of ourselves we eagerly project into a future of many possibilities. Either way, I really enjoyed this album. Dust reflects the memory of the skin you are in.