Sometimes it takes little. Just a few words to understand if you are interested in something, if you should let it go, or if you're just a jerk. Sometimes two words are enough, and you can save time.
So I tell you Post Rock.
If you're still here, I'll also tell you Montreal. You'll have realized it wasn't what you imagined.
Here we are around the galaxy of Godspeed You! Black Emperor. So...
Thirteen musicians, thirteen artists gather somewhere, in a remote, decaying, unsettling place and record an album "in states of little or no sleep, in varying levels of intoxication, and in physical confinement." They do it twice. Telegraphs in Negative / Mouths Trapped In Static is the second album and was recorded in a shack in Ontario in not exactly optimal physical and mental health. A state that is described and recounted here, even if not explicitly mentioned.
When the intangible and unhealthy ambient parts give way to the instruments, these go on to compose even darker and sicker textures. But here, they record whatever happens, creaking doors, footsteps, improbable audio samples, stairs (?), metallic noises, keys (??), rustling paper, torn paper, crackles. Everything left to chance, everything that seems or is a mockery. All unsettling. All strange.
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