The lo-fi echoed drums that open the track and the woozy space-y synths that go along with it give the impression that “We Come Spinning Out Of Control” could have been made thirty years ago – an anachronism of sorts. Brian Pyle’s slightly androgynous voice is the sole singer over this vast space of sound he creates. With the way the reverb and pre-delay is applied, it sounds like he’s the lone man in an abandoned church.Â Not Not Fun is able to describe the rest of the album and going off of their past album synopses, it’s safe to say you can trust them regarding the rest of the album’s content. The label, sadly, does not specify about whether they still have maroon copies of the vinyl or not, but I guess the black would be rarer… Check out “We Come Spinning Out Of Control” below via the Soundcloud player and see what you think of it. Cheers!
Ensemble Economique has emerged as an unusually planet-circling creative valve for Arcata, CA beachcomber Brian Pyle. The last year alone has seen him backpacking through Scandinavia, Europe, and Russia â€“ twice. Maybe his spiritâ€™s too absorbent then, cause heâ€™s brought back some deeply heavier moods and ancient world weariness from his travels since his last outing on NNF, 2010â€˛s demonic tribal monsoon, Psychical. Recent splits with similarly instinctual psychedelic unclassifiables like Lee Noble and Heroin In Tahiti have hinted at his bracing off-roader headspace, but he bears all on Fever Logic. Six songs smeared across 40 minutes, Pyle positions each composition as a slow-motion funereal landslide, grey clay electronics losing form, echoes of processed guitar, depressive synth mist, all drizzling down over his wailing prisonerâ€™s prayer vocals. A few flirt with slightly more overt goth-gaze signifiers (â€śWalking Into The Light,â€ť â€śWe Come Spinning Out Of Controlâ€ť), but the rest heed closer to some kind of miasmic electronic abstraction mode, merging submerged mumbling and isolationist field recordings with intensely personal descension melodies and spacious cathedrals of ritual guitar. As with so many of Pyleâ€™s past steps, itâ€™s all-consuming and all out on its own (the only guest appearance is his brother, Jon, echo-plexing some occult percussion to the opening track). LPs in reptile lodge artwork designed in-house. 240 on opaque maroon vinyl, 210 on black. Edition of 450.
- Maybe Buy
- Not My Style
- Too Expensive