Sky Without Colours
TBR: 17th September
Turning the world inside out with an eight track album, making club and radio music that sounds like nothing else, Julian Stetter presents Sky Without Colours. Taking the image of a brilliant sky, inverting the colours, and projecting the emotional symbol through sound, a diverse and multifaceted journey follows the guiding light. With vocals provided by Aydo Abay, the music overlaps the boundaries between banger and ballad which describes the waves of feeling that we sometimes see stroking the top of the sky.
It begins on a graceful micro-sound which builds gradually into audible polysynths. A bass launches in and scattered percussive sounds resonate into the swirl. Mixtures of different colours create kinetic patterns in a slow-moving Petri-dish of sonic clarity. Bass rises again, stitching the effervescent synthesiser and shepherding a selection of tones into a funnel of directed reverberation. Calm is comprised of many layers which take turns to lead the pack and yet their continual presence is kept in check by a stiff and stern attention to detail.
No Cure is next, the affliction is rhythm. It hits us with mellow drums and pulsing synthesiser that hangs on the tone. Aydo Abay begins singing. A crystal voice shines with diamond clarity as the music builds beneath him. Huge bass ripples in the waters as each line of song begins and glistening tones sparkle in moving concentric circles ever outward as new footsteps bring us closer to the centre. Layers of viscous treacle run over one another in vocal and mystical synthesiser that beams like sunlight through mucky windows.
Shakers and cymbals begins a smooth drive through a winding avenue as bass rises from the background. A droning pitch leaps forward as the wind sweeps past in gallant bursts. Plucked and piano tones then form from the mists and take the top position. Fizzy harmonies spiral in a chord like looped melody that rises. Mornings breathes itself into being with casual drifts of moving sound kept in motion by the motoring lead melody. New pulsing human voice sounds with heavy reverb join a jostle of toms before the main synthesiser rejoins the flow.
The title track of the album is next. Sky Without Colours begins on a winding string that reels in on gentle tugs. We are like a kite being buffeted by little gusts and sunny pressure changes. Abay begins to sing, polyrhythmic percussion rattles in a score of three-dimensional backing as synthesiser and bass rear into the crowd. Dancing tones circle in starry-eyed gestures as frictional tempo clatters and tumbles into specific images and frames for the haunting vocal.
Next, a dialling call lists from the silence into our field of sound. As the body of intention shifts its perspective to greet our ability to perceive, clapping snares and echoes of shaken steel break like waves over a dreamy and solid drift forward. Building up with repeating rhythms and subtle shifts in amplitude, harmonies and inflections doze through the shifting surface of self-similar yet inventive music. Ambush progresses slowly, with enough impetus to make it worthwhile. Rolling sonics are piece by piece added to and pushed to their intense maximum with clever selections of change.
Strumming tones ring together in a slender yet diverse run of pulse. Vocals begin and the tuneful delivery gives presence to the motherload that sits beneath. Synthesiser and drums work together in a shifting sand bedrock for the lyrics to swim like butterflies on the breeze. Synthesiser begins to take another dimension, bass raises and forms a chunky surge through notorious sounding bars. Mountain Of Geeks makes us walk the plank with a constant pressure yet the lyrical interludes offer much needed breathing space.
It's Hold My Hands next. Distant voices sing through watery filters and subtle synthesiser settles into clangs of vibrant percussion. The vocal moves to the front as a harmonising choir sound drones in textured backgrounds. Silken veils separate each part as the corners are kept warm with their own part of the story. Leaps of notation splash against walls of colour and fall back into form with simple synchronicity. As the music progresses, new rhythms form like crystals on winter leaves as vapours spindle hairline prayers in the shrinking air.
The last track takes hold with a drilling yet comforting tone that asks us to follow its line of sight. Gazing yonder, a hypnotic flux creates secluded spaces that seed deeper thought. Bass rises and forms a meandering melody that repeats on graded templates. Drum casually kicks with the slender lighting which flashes introspectively with every beat. Sleep is a rocking lullaby which is filled with interesting and unique exploratory sounds.
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