Rambutan - Rusted Prayers Converge (Tape Drift, TD09) cdr.
Rambutan is the recording project of Eric Hardiman of Century Plants and Burnt Hills. Opening track "Broken through the middle" is a monster ride,starting with a scraping noise scape that is constantly shifting and swaying then careening to a steady pace with the minimal percussion of a lone tamborine at parts. At over 18 minutes for an opening track, it's surprisingly sprite in it's delivery, never staying too long and grinding out the ending in a Les Rallizes Denudes type fashion without being obvious. The second track steps away from the first into a meandering, trippy series of guitar lines, fumbling like a psychedelic stutter.
"Wool coat" follows suit, washing away in overdrive and tremelo and mutating into a more interesting version of what the kids today call shoegaze. The final track is another epic, slow moving, Rallizes Denudes like dirge, less focused on the riff as the echo and feedback. You can hear the amps kissing through the mesh, the vibrations crawling over the long stretches of resonation. This feedback is good enough to eat, for serious. Looking forward for more discs from this project.
Rambutan is the nom de plume of Eric Hardiman, half of Century Plants and the main man over at Tape Drift. This is the first thing I know of Eric's to be released solo style, and if it's any indication then Rambutan is a name that will be heard from far more often in the coming year.
Whereas Century Plants always burns fairly brightly though, chugging along in a duet of improvised propulsion, and Ray's solo project Fossils from the Sun moves quickly through varying styles and methods, Rambutan sits a bit stiller, opting to tone down the riffage in favor of sheets of tone that stretch far and wide across the disc. "Broken Through the Middle," the first track on the disc and the longest at over eighteen minutes, is all aired out streams of effected vocals and distant clacking railway pulses. Maybe it's the cover art but the whole thing has a bit of a Dead Man, train to nowhere vibe that's bleak and empty enough for anything to happen within it. Long scrawls of rich, straight out of Death Valley tones mix readily with the obscured mutterings of derangement buried beneath the (burnt) hills. Moves nowhere fast just the way I like it.
Keeping on with the loner desert vibe, the second track is a solo guitar twanger that rings warmly, if alone. Pulling from the Mazzacane camp as fed through a kind of No Neck-y haphazard methodology, "Bat Star" is equally alone in its world, ringing around and bouncing off the painted dunes to create a sound all its own that works at its own tempo (i.e. slooow) before fading off into the dust bowl. "Wool Coat" is the shortest track on the disc, but it fills its four minutes well. Thick washes of basement drone congregate among static gestures in a sweeping motion, the tumbleweed to the first track's lonesome cactus. The final title track ends on a darkly foreboding note, and at over seventeen minutes its a real downer of a jam, monolithically slow and maniacally patient. The train's broken down folks, and there's no water to be found.
It's all dry and hot and sticky stuff, basement jams for adobes (do adobes even have basements?). Eric manages to carve out his own sound here, and it's quite a revelation. Beautiful.
released December 12, 2008
All sounds Eric Hardiman. Recorded in Delmar, NY. 2008.
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