Disco Gecko Recordings
TBR: 17th September
Turn up the hush, it's Andrew Heath with his New Eden. Known for ambient and piano-led music, Andrew Heath continues to explore the inner realms through the medium of sound. A perpetual regard for nuance and subtlety brings a tangible presence to his studio compositions. This new work brings out the guitarist within, providing more of the instrument to work alongside the familiar mellow atmospheres. Inspired by nature and its scenery, the soul of a weatherman, and with a blank map and pencil, New Eden opens the gates on a mythical garden.
Welcome to Utopia. This impossible place can exist within sound when made by the right people. A sunny haze of dusty warmth rises from lush meadows as life is described by colourful guitar. The mixture of organic and digital touches both sides of the same rainbow as peaceful vibes radiate from the wholesome compositions. Melody garners pace within slow and blissful bars of major key. Effects and studio sounds glisten within post-production as heart-felt expressions of music drift elegantly through space.
A horn calls out in silent mists and strings greet it in resonant compatibility. The guitar plucks at special notes as whistles and brass form meandering currents of motion within the crackle of a rolling deck and slowly crashing waves. You, yes You, a place of openness and peace. Described in sound, this shoreline of serenity forms long stretching walkways of clear blue afternoons. Warm and ruminating guitar frolics on the tingling oceanside as impassioned winds carry feelings through fleeting impossibilities.
Original sounds resolve from mysterious semblances, banging and crashing within organised activity, then organs. A pretty tune knits itself from kinetic action with harmonies and slow-moving wisps of intent. Strings begin to warble and strike pitches in seemingly ornate randomness. A combination of pipe organ and violin reaches into the pit and launches up again with a renewed sense of joy. Faith finds the incomprehensible answered with a realisation of a universally conscious cause.
Dreams Of Bees And Pomegranates once again invites us into a personal space with recordings of shuffling papers and clicking things. Guitar vibrates in on warm air that lifts buoyant flags into parachutes of soft presentation. A chaotic sense is entwined in the sounds of shuffling and movement that sits awkwardly on soft and translucent notes and harmonies. Deep tones gong through muffled tapestries as sunshine representations chime in sequential and harmonious bells.
A shrill pitch unfolds into warm tones that glide on silken surfaces. Footsteps and electronics drift alongside one another in a unison companionship that puts soul into the synthesised notes. A new layer of guitar begins to lift the near silence to a new dimension of being as a buzzing insect approaches the microphone and asks to be part of the album. Happy to oblige, The Healing accepts that sometimes a sting is necessary for someone to get better.
Subtle breaths of sound shine from material clad stereo speakers as the aroma of room is spun into a musty vortex. Bending guitar notes twinkle behind crackles and hugging synths that fill the space with softness. A delicate and cinematic flow encompasses Sleep Experiments, sounds of water and washing guitar strokes mirror the reflectivity of shiny pad harmonies. Deep and almost discordant sweeps of undertone carry the music forward in bipolar reminiscences of other days.
A resonating bell rings without a strike as if being rubbed by a slow moving stick. Sounds of life and birdsong sprinkle atmosphere through a misty and moving dreamworld of togetherness. A sense of obliviousness and acceptance of permanence permeates the slow-moving and tranquil flow of sound. A piano drops a story with a simple melody that thumps with soft boots on standing blades of grass. The unknown is written as each moment passes by. Musik Gemälde is a picnic of emotions and soft sensations that we wish could last forever. Maybe in Eden, it does.
Pause begins to show us that it's not a pause at all. Droplets of sound playfully evaporate into the warm moving air as the birds continue to sing. Maybe a moment alone, hopes and fears are presented in a patchworked ballet of scrap-book stories and patterns. What ifs and notices of misaligned mechanics form fractured chords within an otherwise positive lustre.
A slow and harmonious horn rises in adjacent corridors to piano that adds black keys in spectral methods that reach to the sky. Gazing upward, lights shine down upon ancient pages and glyphs that depict once true skyshapes and forms. Now, a quilled professor scribbles the new positions on parchment while taking long sighing moments to peer into the never-ending heavens. The Astronomer's Library, inherited from mind to mind, now lies in our hands to care for and keep up-to-date.
We reach Dereliction. To escape, avoid, fall apart, crumble, the sound continues on. Rain falls heavily on the sound of seagulls and moving choruses. Angelic images penetrate the wholesome field of view as tired eyes gaze upon forlorn castles and empty sands that yawn into the ocean. We drift, gradual steps take us through with windswept skirts and undone top-buttons. A sunset pushes home deep hues of orange and gold as we sit together and enjoy the silhouettes of wading birds with shadows leaning long into the ripples.
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