Reviews 017: Ezra Feinberg / Gregg Kowalsky / Michael C. Sharp
Three veterans of modern American psychedelia presenting diverse visions of new age, drone, and minimalism: First up is Ezra Feinberg (of Citay) with some supremely California influenced vibrations on his own Related States imprint. Tim Greenâs production is magnificent as always and the vibe is so sunny and hopeful. Next, Gregg Kowalsky of the legendary Date Palms returns after a long absence, dropping a sun-seeking set of hazy ambiance on Mexican Summer. The final review is of the Never Enough Time cassette by Michael C. Sharp (Sungod), a glorious set of guitar dominated Berlin school spacemusic on Holodeck Records. Mike is a longtime friend, so reviewing his music here is a true honor.
Ezra Feinberg - Pentimento and Others (Related States, 2018)
The album begins with an acoustic guitar in slow arpeggiation, each note sent through electronic effects with slow attack and long decay. As âGod Sized Holeâ progresses, chords emerge and the slow bloom effects on the guitar generate huge waves of sound and a hypnotic pulsing rhythm. Chimes and distant bass drum give further shape to the wide-eyed groove, creating a relaxing bed of sound over which new age pianos drift peacefully. âTrue Refugeâ is an emotional cascade of fingerpicked acoustic in minimalist patterns. Resonant leads ring out under controlled feedback and bright electric guitars in syncopated rhythms strike a balance between 60âs psychedelia and climactic post-rock. The short guitar instrumental âSweater Weatherâ evokes a pastoral morning nostalgia and then the album shifts to the west coast minimalism and afro-psych sunshine of âKernel and Shellâ. Bright guitar melodies in harmony with airy flutes join tasteful folk percussion and colorful thumb piano on a joyful search for enlightenment.
âPentimentoâ starts the B-side with multi-tracked acoustic guitars locked into classical minimalist polyrhythms, with guitar chords again being fed through electronic effects, letting the notes ring out through vibrato and bright reverb. Serene distorted guitar creates tremolo waves until everything fades away, leaving solo electric to bathe the surroundings in the soft glow of memory. Shining American primitivism dominates the âThe Sensory Floorâ as the intimate recording of the fingerpicked acoustic allows the strings to drone headily against the fretboard alongside subtle arcs of feedback and soft rhythmic echo leads. Sunny psych chords jangle in glorious wonderment as simple synthesizers provide texture and mountainous organ tones ascend and descend in new age perfection. The album ends on a bit of laid back stoney jamming, Californian as hell, and in no hurry to get anywhere. The languid acoustic guitar, drums, and bass and clean electric soloing of âExperience Nearâ lock into a psychedelic country rock shuffle as West coast legend and Grateful Dead alum Pete Grant drops heavenly globs of liquid steel guitar from the clear blue sky.
Gregg Kowalski - LâOrange, LâOrange (Mexican Summer, 2018)
âLâOrange, LâAmbianceâ is classically kosmische, with deep vocal synth drones and mystical effected organ in triumphant ascension, evoking early Klaus Schulze bootlegs. This cuts abruptly into âMaliblue Dream Sequenceâ and a hazy wall of sound that moves and rotates through the stereo field. Synth pads are smeared by delay into amorphous drone clouds fluttering and cascading, as deep bass tones wander pleasantly and provide a meditative anchor amidst the ever evolving nebula of blurred sonics. The best cut here is âTuned to Monochromeâ, aligning closely with Bitchin Bajas. Deep and constant background drones and placid organ chords support a simple and spellbinding synth arp that morphs sharply between several cerebral patterns. Flashes of light and dark color come in the form of droning filter sweeps, early morning pads, and a subtle sprinkling of noa bells. The soft phasing static pulses of âTonal Bath for Bubblesâ close the side, with otherworldly synth arps panning across the mix in vibrant rainbow trajectories.
Side B appears to favor darker moods and textures, starting with the atonal synth drones and deep percussive bass sounds of âPattern Hazeâ. It is interesting that this song uses noisey and amelodic vibrations, yet everything still coalesces into dreamy meditative bliss. Over the life of the track, moments of disharmony emerge via overlapping delay oscillations, and at the end  everything drops away leaving just the rhythmic bass echoing alongside cerebral and alien electronics. âRitual Del Croixâ follows and is darker still, with hollow bass droning underneath psychotropic synth oscillations. Ominous drum pulses join murky noises arcing parabolically, and minimally placed snare hits give the impression of a ghostly underwater jazz. LâOrange, LâOrange concludes with âBlind Contour Drawing for Pianoâ. Up front hiss and room noise surround foggy and subtly effected piano, evoking early Mogwai (think Young Team and some of the shorter ambient/noise tracks).
Michael C. Sharp - Never Enough Time (Holodeck Records, 2017)
âWell Beingâ starts the journey with mesmeric guitar delay in 70âs Berlin school patterns accented by warm descending echo leads. Dark drones sounding like distorted cellos wash in and out like waves, as bright guitar licks spiral off into sunny psychedelic Americana. Halfway through, the syncopated echo rhythms drop away, leaving tremolo picked drone clouds and washes of synthetic string ambiance. "Never Enough Timeâ weaves together glassy curlicues of bright synthesizer, harpsichord sounding arps, and subtle percussive effects, creating spellbinding repetitions that evoke imaginary worlds of childlike wonder and fantasy. The transition between the two sides is the albums only true dip into darkness, as âPique Pouring Overâ overwhelms with dark industrial drones and swarms of malfunctioning machine noise. The first part of âTape Delay Dichotomyâ cuts in sharply, disturbing the murky drones of âPiqueâ with phased white noise and textured webs of echo guitar rhythmics. A warm fog of bright pads pushes the vibe towards delirium and any sense of spacetime loses meaning as everything unifies with the phasing delay textures. The calming new age pulsations of the second part of âTape Delay Dichotomyâ trail off through echoes and strange filter algorithms, as deep bass synthesizers float aside sunbaked desert guitars in soft psychedelic walls of sound.
(all images taken from my personal copies)