The  beauty of the final release from Thought Guild–Gregory Kyryluk, who also records as Alpha Wave Movement, and Christopher Cameron–is underscored by the sad reality that Cameron’s untimely death in 2011 is what closed the door on this superb electronic duo. But if a partnership must end, then let it end, for whatever reason, on a high note. Third Voyage is a very high note, indeed, a suite of vintage-inspired electronic music that alternately cruises quietly across the distances between stars and powers its way through scintillating sonic landscapes. Comparisons to the Usual Suspects will be made, and justifiably so. The influences are out in the open.  “Last Train to Lyon” books first-class passage on the Jarre Line; “Retropolis 2011” is packed with bursts of Tangerine flavor. But they’re done so well that these remembrances in sound just amplify the pleasure of listening to them. “Retropolis,” in fact, is one of my favorite tracks here, a charging, high-amplitude thrill ride straight out of Berlin. This is one of those tracks that you replay the moment it’s over just to enjoy going through it again. The last two tracks, “Titanium Ashram” and “Celestial Glossalalia,” blend for a soothing 13-minute drift. “Titanium Ashram” gurgles along on a frothy, liquid beat, long-wave pads opening and closing slowly over it. The watery touch of the rhythm is mind-soothing and, at the same time, a little playful. This piece never raises its voice much above a whisper, but you’ll hear what it’s saying. “Celestial Glossalalia” is a beautiful and touching piece of soft spacemusic. Drifting easily along on crossing pads and big, rich chords, this track simply takes you over as it paints vivid and vast images. There’s a touch melancholy in listening to the last note fade, knowing it is, in fact, the last note. A superb finish for Thought Guild, and a wonderful addition to any electronic music lover’s library.

Find it at Harmonic Resonance Recordings.

Collective Acoustics return to gleefully smash together heaping helpings of jazz, electronica and experimental music. Art in the Age of Progress finds the core trio of George and Geoff Hazelrigg (keys and bass, respectively) and Eric Hastings (drums) pulling in extra sounds, including pedal steel guitar, trombone and sax, courtesy of talented friends. On this outing, the electronics are kept mostly at the periphery, a light-handed flavoring of extra interest laid over the group’s strong jazz-trio base. The classic three-piece set-up makes the perfect stepping-off point for CA’s explorations, and the pieces where it’s the strongest are some of my favorite tracks on the disc. The opener, “Follow That Kite,” kicks off with rapid-fire arpeggios up and down the keys while the rhythm section holds things steady. This is where your first taste of those small electronics touches comes in–a low buzz here, a twiddle there, just enough to catch your ear. It must be noted, though, that the electronic aspect is sometimes given a little more breathing room. “Resolution” (which features an original instrument called the buzzaphone, played by Matt Glassmeyer) has an almost sequencer-like feel at the outset, then breaks into a great electric piano riff. Speaking of which, I drop right into tracks like “Conflict” and “Carnegie Lake” with their funkified, 70’s electric jazz feel. On the sweet groove of  “Carnegie,” George’s keys recall a plugged-in Corea or Miles’ electric-epoch Hancock. Listening (yet again) to “Conflict” also makes me need to note that Hastings’ drumming is a real standout on this disc. Ranging from strident to flair-filled, it anchors everything in the tradition of  solid jazz. (Pick a good name from Blakey to Gadd; he’s in step.) It’s kept sharp and strong in the mix, from crisp snare snap to resonant whacks on the toms. It’s a pleasure to listen to his technique. Catch him flailing away in “Marianas Trench,” his hot-foot pace laying perfect counter to the Hazelrigg’s slow-descent blend of lazy bass and down-the-scale piano. If your tastes run on the jazz side of the street and you’ve got a bit of an adventurous soul, you need to catch a listen to Art in the Age of Progress. Expect to become a Collective Acoustics fan immediately thereafter.

Available from the Collective Acoustics web site.

Because my review queue is fairly backlogged, I originally intended to just write about The Ambient Visitor’s recent release, Six, as this is the one I was requested to review. As I got more deeply into the calming, generative flow of it, I went looking for more info on this side project by the man behind Bing Satellites. There I discovered that Seven and Eight had also been released, in February and March of this year, respectively. With my head still delightfully salved and gently undulating from the effects of Six, I decided to take the plunge and go straight on into the remainder of this excellent series. This was a good choice on my part.  The concept behind the series is that pieces are built from single notes looped at differing lengths, creating slow waves of change across the space of roughly an hour. The result comes out in calm streams of sound that carry you unhurriedly along. The sounds are warm for the most part, with the occasional chill of a shadow passing overhead. The Visitor clearly doesn’t want to disturb you during your stay. Six is described at the “brightest” of the series; as it was my starting-off point I can’t comment on that other than in comparison to Seven and Eight. Having looped all three in several extended, blissfully time-ignorant sittings, I can’t say I find one more tonally “light” than the others. Each piece has its own stages of brightness and shadow; each is a soft voyage in its own way with very distinct, albeit slow, movement. Seven takes some of its source material from bells, and Eight has its moments of choral pads and the touch of bass–but even so, the series benefits from the fact that one can flow into another, in whatever order, and keep the listener engaged. This is meditation-perfect music, great for low-volume looping and absolutely immersive in headphones. (I recommend going with the ‘phones.) Perhaps the best recommendation I can give is to say that, having heard Six, Seven, and Eight, I’ll be headed back for volumes One through Five.

Available from The Ambient Visitor web site.

Where to begin? Echo Us’ Tomorrow Will Tell the Story is one of those rare discs that present as being quite original while at the same time dragging forth a host of reference points. Tricky prog-influenced structures, the composed sense of a “concept album” in the truest 70s sense of the word, lead vocals that ring of a young Genesis-era Peter Gabriel and Phil Collins at the same time, rhythmic echoes of the Enigma/Deep Forest school of thought, a Hebrew canticle, soundbites from Daron Aronofsky’s Pi–all this, interwoven into a suite of pieces that have managed to fascinate and delight me over a number of quite welcome repeat listens. Ethan Matthews represents the majority of music here, aided by harp from Raelyn Olson and vocals from Henta. All Matthews’ work, from guitars to keys, is full and rich and beautifully played. Even the vocal processing is excellent and playful. There are spots where bold thunderclaps of rock bombast threaten to tip the boat, but they serve their purpose. The first track, “Out of the Blue,” carries most of that weightiness, but once past that, those eruptions are few and far between, replaced by the tight, soulful mathematics of solid prog. There’s a great sense of joy throughout Tomorrow…; the feel is uplifting overall. In a video interview, Matthews notes that he’s had enough of downbeat, dark music, and looks to infuse more of this tone into his music. It’s certainly here. If you don’t get a little happy-buzz when you’re in the middle of “Archaeous of Water Vol II: The Light It Moves, La Vie En Lumiere,” you may want to consult your therapist. A percolating beat, the aforementioned canticle, a great touch of beat-dropping before picking up into a very dance-worthy stretch…it’s an inspiring piece. Same goes for “The Mirror in the Window.” Here, jazzy rock gives way to an anthemic feel with the phrase “Tomorrow will tell” swapping between Matthews’ soaring declaration to Henta’s touched-up, almost cartoonishly sweet, echo, the whole building and growing more intense. Matthews’ guitar work takes center stage mid-track in a soaring solo, and the tonal switch at the end of the track rounds out this 8-minute narrative nicely.

Overall, Tomorrow Will Tell the Story has been a great discovery for me. There’s so much going on, between the delightfully abrupt changes of tempo and structure, the bits of familiarity I pull from the sounds, and the excellent feeling it leaves in its wake. A great disc for simple listening that’s even more fun to pay close attention to. There’s a lot happening here, and you need to hear it.

Available from the Echo Us web site.

Steven K. Smith’s guitar is a drill. An industrial-grade, flaming drill that grinds its way into you with unforgiving force the moment Smith lets it fly. And on his new release as A Signal in the Static, Transmissions from Yesterday, that moment comes about 90 seconds into the first track, “Message from Arecibo,” and rarely relents over the next 38 minutes. Smith’s signature is a raw, aggressive cliff-face of sound that smacks of alt rock that’s decided to go on a joyful killing spree. The dense thrash of chords, the mad yowl of feedback, the unabashed fuck you simplicity of three-chord punk turned into its own somewhat more sophisticated descendant, serrated around the edges like it’s being played too loudly on an amp that can barely handle the load—it’s goddamned magnificent. Transmissions puts its post-rock credentials clearly on display. (In fact, much of the stuff here drags up aural memories of listening to Wire.) Crunched together though the sound is, each track packs its own distinct melody, and many of them ring with rock-echo familiarity. You hear it in the deliberate up-the-neck progression and growing intensity of “Sirus B” and the rain-of-fire flail of “Lost Transmission,” driven by pound-for-all-you’re-worth drums. But I should point out that it’s not all snarl and yell. Smith dials it down a bit later in the disc. The rhythm on “They Can Hear Us From the Stars” is metered out on clacking sticks while a snaky bass line curls under a burble of noise. It’s about as calm as Transmissions… gets. Smith clearly loves playing with depth of sound, just piling it on to see what emerges through the haze, and there’s a joy in listening to someone just hammer away at the strings like they’ve just discovered what makes rock rock. This is a turn-it-up disc, a half hour of pure sonic catharsis. Come on. Come to the drill. Open your ears and let it purify your soul.

Available at A Signal in the Static’s web site.

Music from the Firmament is my first exposure to Dave Luxton’s work, but this disc lets me play a bit of catch-up. Pieced together from works previously released between 2008 and 2011, this hour-long journey is crafted in neatly executed spacemusic memes with a flowing, and at times symphonic, New Age timbre. Choral pads sing high, soft notes in a suitably ne0-angelic way, electronic spacewinds swirl and the stars glitter and blur as the listener glides through Luxton’s interstellar constructs. It’s a comfortably familiar journey; Luxton isn’t reinventing the sonic starship here, he’s just painting a good, vivid image of the ride. From the light liftoff of the opener, “Worlds Unknown,” to the thematically dense and appropriately worrisome dronework of “If the Sun Fades Away,” Luxton does a great job of modulating the flow to create moments when your awareness rises back up out of the comfortable lull. The requisite radio voices in “Return to a Distant Star,” filtered through the wash of waking-dream pads, anchor the listener to the real world. There’s a definite hold-your-breath beauty to the easy drift of “Shadow Clouds”; again, it’s not a groundbreaking piece–you’ve heard its like many times before if you’re a spacemusic listener. It just happens to be very well done, Luxton’s minute pauses between pads timed just right to amplify the feel of the next one. Here, those minor shifts carry enough impact to make you come around to take notice. I have gladly taken the round trip on this disc several times over; the uninterrupted, consistently smooth flow loops without you even noticing. I suggest having a seat and taking Music from the Firmament‘s first-class ride.

Available from CD Baby.

I was admittedly smitten upon first hearing Radium 88 when I received their disc, Only Science Can Tell Us the Truth, a few years back. Then they seemed to drop off the radar. I waited for their return. Eagerly. So when I received Escaping Tomorrow, their newest release, I (again, admittedly) gave a little hooray. But I find myself in an odd position. Escaping Tomorrow sounds and feels like a near-seamless continuation of Only Science… to the point where part of me is having a wonderful time re-encountering Radium 88’s absolutely engaging blend of electronica, shoegaze, and ambient, while the other part was sort of hoping they’d show me something new. This, let it be noted, has in no way stopped me from playing and replaying Escaping Tomorrow. This is Radium 88’s signature sound, a template they’re happy to hold onto, and it’s so infectious it’s hard to fault them. I get caught in Tim Thwaites’ burbling, near-electro-pop rhythms and simple four-count arpeggios, and something giddy happens inside me the moment I hear Jema Davies’ ever-so-soft voice, the perfect mix of angel and Anglican choirboy packing an emotional, you-must-pay-attention punch. She sings with a patient cadence, an almost boxy structure that gracefully counters Thwaites’ rolling sounds. The Radium 88 sound is further padded out and deepened by vocals and violin from Clare Hunt (her strings coming through strong and beautiful on “The Angel of Final Warning”), guitar from Matt Clare (his spy-movie-cool playing makes “The Man Who Was Not Himself” shine), coronet from Mike Clifford (again, check him out on “Angel…”) and clarinet from Joe Thwaites. It’s a unique sound that has yet to wear out its welcome and, admittedly yet again, was very much worth the wait. Expect lots of repeat play for Escaping Tomorrow.

Available from CD Baby.

Because Praguedren’s Serfs of the Plant Kingdom is only 28 minutes long, and because it’s quite good, and because it’s very easy to get lost in, there’s absolutely no reason not to just put it on loop and let it trip its ambient-psychedelic way through your head two, three, four times. The duo of Tomas Effliger and Sector 17 pull together seven dream-like drifts gently dusted with slight dub effects. Echoing rim shots snap across cool yawns of sound, drum pulses quietly wobble off into the distance, and the whole time the duo spin out warm, unhurried clouds of ambient.  I like the way this disc works its way down into its quieter environs. The title track, which kicks off the disc, is the most beat-driven piece, riding in on a standard backbeat that gets tricky with a little stutter-step here and there. Its followup, “Helical,” spreads out like ripples on a pond, packing smoothly undulating waveforms designed to bring on a little low-level hypnosis. From there, as the drifts get more and more vaporous, as in the nearly ethereal, spectral tones of “Ghost Castles,” the touches of beat become your lifeline back to solidity–but drift, my friends, drift, safely encased in this very plush cocoon of sound. The duo reconnect with the real world on the closing track, nudging the softer tones to the back. It borders on being a little interruptive after “Ghost Castles,” the chords in that fall into the foreground feeling a little harsh and metallic in spots. It’s a wake-up call, but it could be gentler. Don’t let it stop you from going around again. The ride is brief, but the ride is so very deep.

Available from Dank Disk.

As part of his weekly Nightscaping show on StillStream, Har  regularly performs live dark ambient improvisations. Luckily for us, he records them and has started releasing them as part of his Into the Maelstrom series. The Tower By Night is the first release, a live session that aired in November 2011. As Har notes, “It was performed entirely on his 8-string electric guitar, an extended-range instrument with two additional bass-range strings along with the other typical six guitar strings. A variety of playing techniques are used including two-handed tapping as well as treating the guitar as a kind of percussion instrument.” Pushing the sounds through heavy, real-time processing and looping, Har crafts an hour-long, very un-guitarlike flow of  improv creations that wind their way in and out of dark-ish spaces. At points, particularly later in the piece, it can be downright calming–but only after you’ve made your way through more challenging passages. (The stretch that begins to roil around the 19-minute mark and grinds grimly forward for four or five minutes is a good example, particularly the way it dissipates into a softer moment.) Har modulates the ride well throughout the hour, his scene changes effected without the slightest bump. New tones slip in almost unnoticed before they move to the forefront and re-direct the flow. Because Har never drives the flow into the sort of cloying sonic abyss that typifies dark ambient, there’s never anything to pull you out of the flow. The shadows most certainly find their way into both the flow and the listener, but it’s so subtle and organic that you don’t push back. It’s a guided tour, not you being tugged into Hell. This is a release that you just give yourself over to. You’re in good hands, and Har delivers you back from your own inner-world excursion in one piece.

Available from CD Baby.

In our ever-so-digital age it’s not uncommon for artists to wade into their back catalog to dust off old tracks, throw them back into the computer to clean them up, then present them anew,  This is what the duo Integral (David Rotter and Rafael Milatz) did as a follow-up to their debut, Rise. In fact, they hauled two discs’ worth of old material out of the closet for The Past Is My Shadow. When I reviewed Rise, I called the duo out for not doing much to cast off the standard-issue glitch mold. On The Past…, the offerings are more diverse–which they should be, given the amount of stuff here–while still grounding themselves in the cut-and-stitch model. For example, they slow things down on “CPU Fairy Tale,” laying in a borderline New Age keyboard melody over the glitchy stuff, but poke at it with a resounding steel-press percussion hit. “Pop Realta” churns with a solid Middle-Eastern vibe, the backdrop made from wavering heat-shimmer lines. On “Gitarsis,” a Spanish guitar sings its way through an onslaught of electro-sound, its beautiful steadiness offering a perfect counterpoint to the chaos. My favorite track here is “Synthie Raga,” a smooth cross-breeding of smoky dub, hand percussion, and guitar–and, of course, synth. This one just glides its way past, oozing cool from every moment.

I don’t know what possessed Rotter and Milatz to hold these pieces back and instead start off with the (I’m sorry to say) lesser work on Rise; listening to The Past Is My Shadow gives me a refreshed and indeed stronger impression of what they offer. There’s great diversity at play here, and the range is the strength of the release. Rather than another hefty dose of overdone glitch, Integral spread out, play with their ideas, and make them all work.

Available from Tympanik Audio.