Dan Melchior on Slow Down Tiger seems to stray a little ways away from his usual partner in crime, the guitar, and dabbles with a foreboding dark ambience with ominous vocal samples (and field recordings) spliced in. To this day, it seems like the only track available for preview off of Slow Down Tiger is “Tongues,” and apparently that’s just a tidbit of what’s available. The synopsis for this record is touting two side-long tracks and I’m really curious as to what else Melchior is serving up on this thing. “Hospital Poem,” the B-side, is touted as “minimalist drone Ă la William Basinski, Harold Budd or Tony Conrad” but the synopsis goes on to say that Melchior twists the concept in to something dark – if it’s anything like “Tongues,” I’d take the writer’s word for it.Â A Number of Small Things says the quantity is limited to 300 copies – nowhere else specifies a number, but I’m inclined to also believe that.
In the Buy Now link below, I’ve put Dan Melchior’s Big Cartel site as it’s cheaper for us state-siders. For those in the EU, I’ll put the A Number of Small Things link below in the yellow box. Check out the “Tongues” preview video and see what you think of it. Cheers!
In which The Dauphin of Durham completes, once and for all, the long and complicated process of self-extrication from musicâ€™s No Exit - song structure. While his apprenticeship in that increasingly nostalgic moat was hardly time ill-spent and did indeed serve him well, Melchiorâ€™s current trajectory is elsewhere, as evidenced by his exquisite A Squirrel Could Never Be a Disappointment to Me and the astral crop circularity of Lloyd Pack.On Slow Down Tiger the forces of centrifuge, gravity and vacuums form a welcoming committee at the gates of dark plumbing otherwise known as Beyond.
The first side-long piece, â€śTonguesâ€ť congeals into a grand mosaic, a kind of reverse Pangaea of mostly dissenting voices: Chilean poet Nicanor Parra; a clip from Sult, the Swedish film based on Knut Hamsunâ€™s Hunger; Russian absurdist / surrealist Daniil Kharms; Jesuit priest Gerard Manley Hopkins; author of modernist masterpiece Briggflatts Basil Bunting; the eternally disenchanted Alan Dugan; Victorian heritage booster John Betjeman; and field recordings of the 1990 poll tax riots in London. It is a welcome new outpost in the cluttered frontier of found-sound tape composition that includes such lucid beacons as Daniel Steven Craftsâ€™s Soap Opera Symphony, Frank Bedalâ€™s track on the LAFMS comp Blorp Esette, Gus Comaâ€™s double-CD on Paradigm, and Tempo Furioso by Martin Davorin Jagodic.
On the flip, the obvious touchstone of yet another side-long track, â€śHospital Poem,â€ť is minimalist drone Ă la Basinski, Harold Budd or Tony Conrad, though Melchiorâ€™s very personal approximation of the subtlest of ectoplasmic melodies repeated over and over ends up more dissonant and darker than one would expect. With its graceful marbling, tightly arranged as if restrained by a massage therapist, this elegant sausage would make the ideal soundtrack for an all-Lego remake of Solaris.
- Maybe Buy
- Not My Style
- Too Expensive