This Is Your Captain Speaking
Storyboard

They recorded the seven tracks that represent their debut in the library of an elementary school near Melbourne in 2005. In 2006, they found a home at Resonant, which ensures distribution beyond borders.
They make use of equipment now standard for the myriad of bands devoted to what we'll conveniently call “post rock”: guitar, bass, drums, and samples, with the occasional appearance of metallophone and mandolin.
They extract four long tracks, opening with the 18 minutes of “Gathering Pieces”. Not at all fragmented, despite the title, it is amniotic substance in delay.
And three more, more concise, for a generous hour of sounds and almost imploded atmospheres, which do not attempt to conceal their belonging to that area perpetually balanced between expansion and explosion. Unresolved by vocation, exhausted and at times exhausting in attempting to reconcile the irreconcilable, it probes without interruption a space that becomes external from internal and turns into an indefinite horizon.
It does so with an emotional yet controlled approach, dedicating extreme attention to texture: the rare touches of electronics and the samples (a typewriter in “6pm”, for example) integrate perfectly with the body of the other sounds, without attempting surprising eccentricities.
Instead, generating a sound spectrum developed around a changing guitar, often liquid and circular, sometimes pushed towards small abrasive furies.
A flow from which zones of shadow and light shades, tensions and abandonments, almost imperceptible details, and apparent suspensions traversed by restless electricity emerge.

The mute voice of this captain who doesn’t try to convince us, as we lose altitude, that everything is fine, instead convinces me that probably those who were charmed by previous and more well-known “post rock” productions, will pleasantly embark on “Storyboard” as a small path branching from that seemingly traced road in the middle of nowhere.
Listen to the samples, maybe I'm onto something.

Rating: 3.5.