Fog
Fog

With "Ether Teeth" (2003) I fell in love: fragile sparks of lo-fi experimentation.
And now that the first album, self-titled (2002), has finally arrived from the Amazon(.com), the comparison with the subsequent jewel is inevitable.

First tracks. Completely insane, Andrew Broder.
A more cheerful, more animated album (which is worse). More delirious. Can't understand a thing. A sensational track (the visionary Hitting A Wall, which if Thom Yorke heard it, he would retire to monastic life taking all copies of Amnesiac with him), those that precede it not so much: too many drumbeats and turntables (in the delirium).

...and a sweet and sensitive voice (but is it in the ether or my soul?) tells me: "Give the mad Andy some time. And maybe you should go a bit more mad yourself. To try. Like when you scream on the highway"

Correct! Meanwhile, another beautiful track, eccentric and oblique (We’re A Mess). Overall more bizarre, but less poetic.

...and the voice, creative and skeptical (my favorite): "More bizarre but less poetic... But what is Poetry? Gentle sounds, silences, and then notes you don't expect? Mmm"

Towards the end it darkens. Glory, Ghoul Expert, And Stay Out. A strange harmony is forged from the noises (still can't understand anything, though, huh): the drumbeats become dull thuds, the screams chants, the turntables fade into piano notes.

..."so does it become tired and Poetic? Mmm who knows, anyway I might like it"