When I first started getting in to music outside of the more popular spectrum I was entranced by Japanese super-musician, Cornelius. There was something about the way he was able to bring sounds to life that shook me out of my lethargic Shin’s and Band of Horse’s lull, that let me on to the fact that there was music out in the sonicsphere that I needed to investigate. Dustin Wong strikes me a little bit like Cornelius. There is a simplicity to the way he drops sound on to the sonic canvas that seems so refreshing, so new even though he’s only using a guitar, some pedals, and his own surprising voice. When you listen to music as much as I do, you need a few of these moments a year. The song’s that leak out of the speakers and directly in to the most hallowed parts of your listening brain and remind you that’s there something else out there.
Dustin Wong just released his second album Dreams Say, View, Create, Shadow Leads on Thrill Jockey.
I’ve been living off the meager pickings from the Wooden Shjips krautrock side-project Moon Duo for almost a year now. And though the pulsing synth of the lunar couple get my head nodding and my brain throbbing, the news that the mothership themselves, the aforementioned Wooden Shjips, would be landing a new album in the early weeks of September has me toe-clenched with anticipation. If “Lazy Bones” the reverberating sound barrage that is the first single off their forthcoming release sets any precedents, than I can only expect 7 minute psych-prog jams and enough fuzz to make my ultra-baked head silently implode.
Robert A.A. Lowe has a healthy bit of credibility behind his name: keyboardist for TV on the Radio; guru-like figure in OM; drone maestro as Lichens. Yet, it’s in this collaboration with Rose Lazar that I find the most enjoyment. As if drawn from a New Age video game, one where your pixelated avatar might strive for self-enlightenment and not air-bobbing coins, Lowe and Lazar’s music is an exercise in restraint. Each note, each tiny synth artfully tweaked and tangled with the soft pregnant silence that hangs at the edges. I find myself, when the music hovers in the air around me, to be calmer, the anxiety of the day less present, immersed in a sort of electro-synth aromatherapy.