Let's go with two slowburners today. Ambient music circa 2009.
If I lived inside this song, my apartment would tower two stories high. Everything would be made of wood, and pictures of Abraham Lincoln would be banned. This is the title track from Mountains' new jam. I hear they've moved to Thrill Jockey.
If this song was a class, it would be about memory and tent building, the occult and forests, repetition and sun streaks. It would be a night class with a small (yet devoted) following.
This track also relates to a forest, because it is one. There's dusty piano, a cricket (which might be a screech), vibrating reeds, a wavering signal and fresh air. They are all weaving through tree branch mazes in the German countryside. One of the things I love most about Wolfgang Voigt (in alter ego form here), is that he doesn't flinch. Whereas an artist such as The Field has taken some of his concepts and turned them into 21st century raved-out epics, Voigt remains resolute in his study of minimalism, repetition and sampling of classical records. He's so thorough and inventive about this research that it remains fascinating to follow.
