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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Wednesday, October 09, 2002
    Big music in a small room
     
    I'm struggling in defiance of the urge to keep on planning, preparing, honing when I know that I ought to have an hour away from it before the evening pusch begins.


    So, as a distraction I have washing around the room the sound of Godspeed you Black Emperor, one of those out-rock collectives who remain defiantly anonymous behind artsy packaging and personnel interchangeable with others of the same ilk such as Kranky label-mates Windy and Carl and Bowery Electric, etc.

    It was the pictured graphic and the cd title that goes with it which finally got me listening to them, lift yr skinny fists like antennas to heaven!. David Keenan wrote of this Montreal group in The Wire recently,
      "Of course Godspeed rock (note for English readers: this is nothing to be scared of) - three loud guitars, two loud basses, two drummers - they understand the beauty of volume and power, that rock is most powerful when its trajectory isn't fixed, when it simply GOES. All that matters is the amount of revs you give it and the size of your runway.
    Though it's loud it can be oddly unintrusive; I find this stuff good background music, integrating noises off like the ever-passing traffic and half-lines of conversation from passers-by. Not as essential as it has been in the past when living next to noisy students and needing something to wash their Oasis out of my walls. And maybe that description of it is not complementary enough to the nine-or-so in Godspeed who put so much skill into creating these sonic booms, twitches and meditations which must get harder to integrate the more of them join in. I reckon though, for best effect they should be heard played in a dockside warehouse, or a large natural underground cavern, at very high volume.