FEAR FALLS BURNING & BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL – s/t

(CD, conspiracy)

A lot of people I know admitted that they waited up for this record to appear. From the beginning the combination of Fear Falls Burning and Birchville Cat Motel sounds too good to be true and after the mouthwatering release of Fear Falls Burning with Nadja earlier this year, it is hard to not be excited.

Fear Falls Burning aka Vidna Obmana aka Dirk Serries I guess has the plan to collaborate with anybody willing to do so, with the fallback version of collaborating with everybody he is able to make them collaborate with him. (see above). But that is okay because up to now his partners are also of the most inspiring and talented kind and the results are always worth listening. Maybe he has only become tired of fooling around all for himself over all the years he has explored guitar sounds. Because, after all, the innermost core of Fear Falls Burning’s music is the pure though heavily amplified guitar sound that vibrates from speakers with almost bodily form.

And in this he goes for the most basic set up that is documented in rock history from Led Zeppelin to AC/DC, the Gibson / Marshall combination that forms the basic spine of the sound that we know nowadays as hardrock or heavy metal. It is interesting to note on this setup, because musically Serries also goes as far away from the structural setup of hardrock as possible. Wether he records searing waves of crushing guitar sounds or if he merges into mesmerizing drones of low guitar feedback, he is nowhere near the heavy metal heavy rotation of alternative rockradio. It is as if he strips this genre of all its pretensions, the image and make up, the lifestyle hallucination and the musical dogmas and what remains are big waves of sounds flowing forth from the amplified, electrified and magnified intestines of the bad ass guitar / big ass amplifier combination.

Kneale Campbell aka Birchville Cat Motel is not unknown for extremism either. Working solo, in a hundred more collaborations (same plan here as mentioned above with Serries), on his label Celebrate Psi Phenomenon or under various monikers like Black Boned Angel, he has manipulated more sounds than General Electric has engineers. He does not restrict himself to the most typical setup of effects or soundsources for his music, but takes everything that is at hand, from old guitars to cheap effect pedals, and what is not available he’ll build up himself. On this collaboration at hand he uses various guitars, some drums, all kinds of effects and some field recordings. During his recording career Campbell has become familiar with drone. Now he has found a perfect partner to play with.

This CD contains a single track of over fifty minutes of swelling drone that is basically all guitar sounds, but turns into a megalomanic, multilayered complex swaggering mountain of sound you would need an ocean to drown it in. After a long time of slowly expanding and multiplying noises, you are confronted with a vast wall of sounds that flood your room and your brain. But interestingly, no matter how big in size the sounds become, everything still remains very translucent, light and transparent. Moods change slowly from a sparkling, sunfilled morning at the beach to a heavily thundering and darkening thunderstorm threatening to drown the post-urban metropolis and all its decay.

Serries has changed his obsessions from the bass heavy thunders of his “he spoke dead tongues” days to more piercing and high-pitched feedback, and he really bathes in the thundering feedback his gear is able to produce. Campbells work is more subtle, or to use a better work, less obvious, but it is impossible to say what would remain if you’d strip the two off each other. The percussion sets are so far in the back they are almost audible and half of the time where I thought I was hearing field recordings, I think my mind tricked me. From time to time shifts in this tectonic drone are accelarated, but the constant movement stays the same. Thirty minutes into this CD you wish it would never end. Or you’d have already turned it off earler. But then it slowly starts to fade off again. The track will lift you down as gently as it took you away, so you’ll end up with only a slight memory of the power of the ride it took you with. And that’ll make you go for another ride soon enough.

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11/2007