My initial impression of 16:9 is that it is two-thirds of a superb ambient disc, and one-third of a disc that simply tries too hard to be something else. When it’s on, it’s absolutely spot-on, and when it’s off, well, I hit the skip button. The first few tracks that Stuart Sweeney offers are captivating, floating ambient pieces that show hints of more structured concepts beneath. The opener, “Where the Shores Meet,” feels like a time-stretched adagio, the pads warm and calm. The title track is a hypnotic drone with a dense bass undertone that just carries the listener along. A gentle melody, more like a momentary phrase, peers out of the flow to snare your attention. “Impressions of a Golden Age” is blissfully ambient, a crush of gauzy near-white noise in looping waves creating a rhythm built of repetition. Crackling sounds just under the surface create texture and tension. Sweeney loses me, however, when he turns his hand to less ambient-oriented pieces–the ones that feel more like they’re ineffectively flexing a bit of neo-classical muscle. The pseudo-Asian rhythms of “Gold and Red,” the honking Glass-like minimalism of “A Time of Change,” the short tangle of overt drama in “Fantasia for a Storm”–when they’re held up against the earlier tracks where Sweeney really hits the mark, they just feel like they’re stretching too far and taking the listener (me , anyway) out of an otherwise seamless journey. That being said, the closing track, “Cherry Blossom Falls” is a purely romantic chamber piece where Sweeney’s melancholic piano pairs beautifully with strings by Pete Whitefield. Here, the classical-music heritage works as the piece pulls quiet, sad memories out of your head and heart.

16:9 is a certainly well worth a listen. Sweeney is a talented musician with a long background in the industry. This is a debut release that heralds more good things to come.

Available from Oomff.

I may not be able to adequately articulate why False Mirror’s Derelict World has the profound effect on me that it does, nor may I be able to tell you why this dark ambient piece works for me when so many others of similar bent simply don’t. But here goes: Derelict World is a visceral, soul-penetrating bit of sound design woven through with long, mournful drones that wander through Tobias Hornberger’s thoroughly realized, barren and flood-ravaged landscapes like lost ghosts. Atmosphere is clearly of the utmost importance to Hornberger; it dominates the sound, from the watery burble running under “Afterrmath” to the slow, tortured creak of a ship’s boards on “The Sea of Oblivion.” Further insight comes from reading the disc’s liner notes where Hornberger discusses much of the sound sources, from whispers recorded at a monastery to the creak of a barn door to–quite serious here–the artist eating gelatin. His superb drone work almost seems to exist solely to support the imagery and to amplify the impact of the artist’s vision.

The upshot of all this is that Derelict World is a full, engaging and thoroughly unsettling listening experience. It’s not forcefully isolationist, although there is the sense of being very alone. It’s not ponderously heavy, although the emotional weight of the work is unrelenting. Most importantly, it’s not just an endless barrage of thick, distorted noise. It is well-managed, skillfully guided and perfectly paced, a concept brought to full, grim life. Derelict World is beautifully packaged and presented. The cover art is amazing, and the interior booklet offers a short story by Bjørn Springorum, based on the music. This is a must-listen for dark ambient fans, and those unaccustomed to the dark need to dare themselves to visit Derelict World as well.

Available from Malignant Records.

Here’s a quick test for you. The album is called Music for Suicides; tracks include “I Could Jump Out a Window,” “And The City Shall Burn,” and “Raped in a Basement Apartment.” So what kind of music are we listening to here?

Wrong.

Don’t feel bad. That was clearly my reaction, too. So as I hesitantly hit “play,” I was surprised to not hear a grinding whine of despair-ravaged synth, but the thoughtful, albeit quite sad, piano melody of “Lullaby for Gwynedd.” String sounds moved in beneath the piano and I found I was quite caught in the feel of the thing. I found myself thinking of the dark melodies of Dwight Ashley as Stand Alone Complex (aka Michael Lewis) slowly added more mournful tones to the choir and the thing just got lovelier–in a shadowy, let’s dwell on the past sort of way.

And yet . . .

In the next breath comes a downright funky beat, a cool bass pulse and I’m tapping my foot to “I Spend My Days in a Decaying Orbit” and–hang on, hang on, this is Music for Suicides?

Regardless of what possessed Lewis to come up with the eyebrow-raising CD and track titles, the fact remains that Music for Suicides is a very tasty disc of pieces that fold together a little IDM, a lot of post-rock and a never-too-melancholy sense of pensiveness. From the Depeche-styled swagger of “You Are Beautiful When You Are Useful to Me” and the slow rock of “Don’t Be Gone Long”  to the experimental, minimal grimness of “And the City Shall Burn,” where sledgehammer bass chords on the piano reverberate across a dirge-like rhythm, Lewis is willing to take chances. He’s also talented enough to pull them off. The layers here are deep and well managed. Every moment is packed thick with sound. The intention of each track rises immediately to the surface, whether Lewis feels like comforting you (the Art of Noise-ish massage of “I Could Jump Out a Window,” for example) or discomforting you. Again, in his darker moments comparisons could be drawn to Ashley; both artists have an instinctive knowledge that you can go as dark and odd as your soul needs to as long as you feed the listener a strong emotional experience at the same time. Make us want to come with you. This, Lewis does. Well.

I may also have to bestow upon him the championship belt for song titles, since there’s one here called “An Apology is the Last Thing You Need to Hear When You’re Killing Someone.” But I’m telling you–listen to Music for Suicides. The music here speaks for itself, whatever the titles might say. An impressive debut from Stand Alone Complex. I’m already ready for more.

Available at CD Baby.

Musicians find their way to ambient music along a variety of routes. Howard Ferré’s arrival here came via 25 years of doing sound design work for theater productions. It’s no surprise, then, that his debut CD, Journey’s End, works its way through a variety of scenes and moments, each with its own style and narrative. It’s a hard-to-pin-down disc that embraces spacey floats, so-cool jazz flavors and post-rock melodies with equal ease. For all the reach here, it’s a pleasure to say there aren’t any real misses. What’s more, Ferré lays out the work in an order that creates a sensible flow from airy to solid. The 9-minute opening track, “Before You,” is the most ambient piece here, the flows silken and wispy. Get to “Turning Point” and the surprise arrival of a downtempo beat is upstaged only by the late-track flair of a wailing guitar. This is my favorite track here, a soundtrack-worthy piece with a cool-striding attitude. Roll the credits as the hero turns his Corvette toward the sunset. “Stained Glass Reflection” practically has “insert lyrics here” written across its laid-back folk-rock pedigree. Cocktails are in order when  Ferré turns on the Latin-jazz electric-piano vibe in “5 Years.” Smoky-sweet and sexy, neatly augmented with rolls of thunder, and just the right amount of showy. The title track brings the disc to a poignant close with a sentimental melody and a sometimes bold symphonic backdrop. The camera circles. Pulls back. Fades out. Journey’s End perfectly showcases the wide scope of Ferré’s musicianship–not just his instrumental range or ability to write songs in several styles, but to tell a story with each piece that’s complete and understandable. On top of that, it all quite nicely stands up to repeat listens. A great end-of-day disc and a superb debut from Howard Ferré. This Journey’s End is clearly just the beginning.

Available from Howard Ferré’s web site.

Although the sonic traveler taking a ride on Ambient Fabric’s In Space will not be exploring particularly new worlds, they will certainly realize that their tour is in the hands of a very skilled pilot. Wending his narrative way through expansive galaxy-spanning drifts and a sense of the vastness of the cosmos, composer Øystein Jørgensen spins a tale in eight tracks of quality spacemusic. Thematically speaking, Jørgensen helms his craft perfectly. The voyage begins on the dark side of somewhere with the quavering pads of “Spaceship” coming across as tentative and mysterious. Light begins to fill the space in the next track,  “Cosmos,” and there’s an actual sense of relief. From here In Space takes on an easier tone, perhaps best showcased in the calmness of “Sphere II.” But don’t get comfy. If the sparse, darkening stretches of “The Outer Limit” or the something’s-not-quite-right-here hesitance and subtle dissonance of “Beyond” don’t unsettle you slightly, just wait.  Jørgensen culminates the voyage in the starless void of “Empty Darkness,” the longest track on the disc, the one he’s been setting you up for, a fantastically dramatic piece where deep metallic percussion rings out like an unknown something banging insistently against the hull while intermittent inhuman snarls tell us that We Are No Longer Alone. We’ve come too far, our craft is powered down and drifting, the radio is dead and our fate is left to be decided as the last note fades. A superb choice by the artist to leave the listener with a sense of “And then…..?”  Headphone listening is required to capture Jørgensen’s excellently crafted depth of sound, down to the slightest flecks of sonic texture that bring a more dynamic life to a piece like this. A strong release from Ambient Fabric that hooked me more deeply with each listen.

Available from Auraltone Music.

I may, in this review, use the phrase for me more often than usual. Because although I can certainly see how Clookai’s Spirits of the Faerie will likely have strong appeal among the spa/bookstore circle, for me as a listener it’s a trifle light. That being said, it’s also predictably pleasant, with Clookai’s excellent flute work sailing over keyboards, guitar and more from Chris Conway, who’s got his own impressive catalog of New Age work, both as musician and producer. (A role he takes on this disc as well.) A strong Celtic vibe runs through the disc as Clookai spins a spell to open a path to the Faerie realm. (That sounds even more precious coming from me.) Admittedly, the disc is very lyrical and even downright toe-tappy in spots. For me it’s more sugar than substance, and I kept finding myself wishing there was less of the windchimes and wordless, chant-ish vocals and more focus on Clookai’s flute. That’s where the grace and the heart stem from, but it has to wrangle its way out of the thematic trappings and its almost secondary role. A disc of Clookai’s solo New Age flute meanderings? Count me in when you get to that. For now, I leave Spirits of the Faerie to the New Age bookstore racks, where I am sure it will do well. As always, although the appeal for me is minimal and passing, folks more inclined to this type of airy, “magickal” work should follow the link below and have a listen to the samples.

Available from Paradise Music.

Strap on your glitch hat, we’re going for another jittery, funk-laden ride courtesy of  Tympanik Audio and Poland’s CH District. Kicking off with dissonant bells chiming over twitchy electronic and thudding bass, Conclusion leads the listener along pretty familiar IDM paths. The beats are strong and club-worthy and the glitchwork is solid. While there’s not a lot here that rises above what you’d expect, a couple of tracks do stand out. “Burnout” gives off a very distinct Ultravox vibe; the halting rhythm and comparatively light glitch content catches my ear and makes  me listen. It leads into the title track, which is pure dance-club gold. A pounding bass line tears its way through the room as layers of infectious sound grow and blend. CH District will manipulate your body movements with this one, especially when he drops in a great vocal sample (which I meant to ask about) that adds what to my ears is a little Middle Eastern flair. The closer, “Go Out,” pairs a bass line reminiscent of a New Order tune with ice-cool electronics, more melody than sound-spatter, for a nice result. All in all, Conclusion is a decent disc for glitch fans or those who need their daily dose of beats. And at just 42 minutes, it’s a quick fix with little wasted space.

Available from Tympanik Audio.

It’s not easy trying to keep up with Dan Pound’s prolific release schedule–I reviewed Interlace not too long ago and his first release of 2011, Medusazoa, is waiting in line–but it’s certainly an aurally rewarding task. Aurora is, as the title would lead you to suspect, a suite of shimmering drifts full of star-glisten and spacewind. The flows here are filled with sounds that arc toward the skies and ease their way back down. Pound has a fascinating sense of depth and layering that creates complex interplay between his rise-and-fall creations. And with every track there’s a little something more added to the mix. The title track has a short stretch of drumming toward the end, playing to Pound’s shamanic-music side; “True North” goes heavy on the drama–thick chords and hesitant, hanging pauses bringing a sense of expectation; “Wind Calling” features some slow and soulful guitar playing off the underlying bass drifts; “Under Stars” grows upward from sparseness, beginning with twittering night-sounds to encompass a glittering canopy. As with all of Pound’s work, the imagery and emotion in Aurora is strong and certain. The subtle shifts pique the listener’s interest throughout–although you’ll likely be content to just drift through it. More superb stuff from Pound.

Available from Dan Pound’s web site.

Here’s the short version of the review: fun, glitchy acid jazz done exactly right. Collective Acoustics are essentially a jazz trio creating feel-good grooves with feet firmly planted in electronica land, and BC>AD is a fast, cool ride through that hybrid space. Adding to the disc’s already considerable allure is this info, taken from the band’s bio: “All material is played on real instruments by real people and recorded with vintage and custom built microphones, preamps, delays, compressors and EQs. No samples. No Loops. No MIDI.”  This adds up to a genuine jam vibe with hints of Herbie Hancock, George Duke and Return to Forever hiding in the mix–have a listen to George Hazelrigg’s electric piano on “Don’t Text Me Bro” or “You Should Be Danson” for a solid hit of that bit of influence. “…Danson” is one of my favorite tracks as it hits firmly on my love of the traditional jazz trio setup. (Give me some Ahmad Jamal and I’m a happy boy.) Here, Geoff Hazelrigg lays down a steady, repetitive bass line for George to course over, and drummer Eric Hastings gets to show off a touch. Pretty sweet. The element that really makes BC>AD work is the underlying sense of musicians just loving the heck out of what they’re doing. The live-playing arrangement feeds that fire and pumps the results. Even the song titles play in, as evidenced by the two already mentioned–not to mention the best title here, “What Would Joe Jackson Do?” a great track that speeds along on a fast Hastings shuffle with comfort provided by lounge-smooth piano. Also worth calling out is the contribution of resophonic slide guitar by Troy Straszheim on the opening track, “Xeritown.” It adds a smoky, laid-back touch.

I must confess that BC>AD has turned me into a Collective Acoustics fan. It’s smart, polished and just downright fun. If you’ve got a taste for jazz in your musical palate, you need to give Collective Acoustics a listen. I’ll be over here, listening to BC>AD again.

Available from the Collective Acoustics web site.

Tympanik Audio’s 50th release continues their lineage of hook-laden glitch with this collaboration between Tapage (aka Tijs Ham) and Meander (aka Conrad Hoyer/Ophidian). While there’s not much that makes Etched in Salt stand apart from similar Tympanik releases—firing off a library’s worth of microsounds stitched together in frenetic rhythms over an IDM framework—it’s still a pretty cool ride. The disc first truly catches my attention with “Tolopea,” which pairs synaptic-firing speed glitches with a cool old-school synth melody. It’s like hearing your favorite old 8-bit video game theme song rear up in the middle of the sound. (There’s a similar run hiding in “Plankton,” adding its own hit of giddy cool.) This track also boasts a couple effective shifts of speed to give it a little more cred and intrigue in my mind. Perhaps oddly—and perhaps this is just me—I think the pair really hit it strongest when they ease back on the throttle a little. “Osedax” sets itself apart by its lack of high-speed beat and a focused concentration on wringing the most out of every sound to really create a powerful feeling, a better sense of emotion. That carries over into “Abyssal Plain” to lay out a stretch of music, before the final track sets in, that’s a nice change of pace from the overarching organized chaos. Overall, a strong effort from Tapage & Meander. For me, it’s more of a shuffle listen than a disc I’d just settle into, but it definitely benefits the shuffle flow!

Available from Tympanik Audio.