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GY!BE mark 30 years since formation with a monumental new LP, as they know best - expansive instrumental post-rock with a torn heart and resonant pathos.
Typically taking their cues from a syncretic blend of kosmiche krautrock, drone and avant rock, and also taking Hebrew klezmer folk as their rock touchstone as much the blues, the 9 piece band move as one in sweeping formations from the bleeding heart electric guitar solo and tense drone bed of âSun Is a Hole Sun Is Vaporsâ to a hopeful, in title and tone, quiet-loud-quiet climax and resolution of âGrey Rubble - Green Shootsâ. Song titles poetically imply their inspiration while the music does the talking on the albumâs meat, dialing it right down to wasted scapes that give wings to the strings in âBabies In a Thundercloudâ and driven by motorik thrum thru the peaks and exhaustive collapses of âRaindrops Cast In Leadâ, with a brief, sorrowful lament âBroken Spires At Dead Kapitalâ paving the way to album highlight âPale Spectator Takes Photographsâ - significant for its clenched consolidation of the elements and heartrending turn of phrase led by Sophie Trudeauâs soaring violin into skin-prickling klezmer melody.Â
GY!BE mark 30 years since formation with a monumental new LP, as they know best - expansive instrumental post-rock with a torn heart and resonant pathos.
Typically taking their cues from a syncretic blend of kosmiche krautrock, drone and avant rock, and also taking Hebrew klezmer folk as their rock touchstone as much the blues, the 9 piece band move as one in sweeping formations from the bleeding heart electric guitar solo and tense drone bed of âSun Is a Hole Sun Is Vaporsâ to a hopeful, in title and tone, quiet-loud-quiet climax and resolution of âGrey Rubble - Green Shootsâ. Song titles poetically imply their inspiration while the music does the talking on the albumâs meat, dialing it right down to wasted scapes that give wings to the strings in âBabies In a Thundercloudâ and driven by motorik thrum thru the peaks and exhaustive collapses of âRaindrops Cast In Leadâ, with a brief, sorrowful lament âBroken Spires At Dead Kapitalâ paving the way to album highlight âPale Spectator Takes Photographsâ - significant for its clenched consolidation of the elements and heartrending turn of phrase led by Sophie Trudeauâs soaring violin into skin-prickling klezmer melody.Â
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GY!BE mark 30 years since formation with a monumental new LP, as they know best - expansive instrumental post-rock with a torn heart and resonant pathos.
Typically taking their cues from a syncretic blend of kosmiche krautrock, drone and avant rock, and also taking Hebrew klezmer folk as their rock touchstone as much the blues, the 9 piece band move as one in sweeping formations from the bleeding heart electric guitar solo and tense drone bed of âSun Is a Hole Sun Is Vaporsâ to a hopeful, in title and tone, quiet-loud-quiet climax and resolution of âGrey Rubble - Green Shootsâ. Song titles poetically imply their inspiration while the music does the talking on the albumâs meat, dialing it right down to wasted scapes that give wings to the strings in âBabies In a Thundercloudâ and driven by motorik thrum thru the peaks and exhaustive collapses of âRaindrops Cast In Leadâ, with a brief, sorrowful lament âBroken Spires At Dead Kapitalâ paving the way to album highlight âPale Spectator Takes Photographsâ - significant for its clenched consolidation of the elements and heartrending turn of phrase led by Sophie Trudeauâs soaring violin into skin-prickling klezmer melody.Â











