Chris
has dabbled with some electronic music on his Ayurveda and Scanning Planet 3 albums,
now he's gone the whole hog and created a completely electronic album with Contact
Light which features extensive sounds of a theremin and was recorded live without
multi-tracking. An interesting piece of trivia is that the title refers to the
first words a human said on the moon when the light came on indicating something
under the Eagle's feet.
Often
Contact Light verges on the experimental as one wonders if Chris is merely playing
around with different effects rather than trying to create some kind of cohesive
album. I think it does succeed in being the latter, with patience it is revealed
to be an unusual trip out into the solar system and beyond.
The
atmosphere created by this album is definitely rooted in the heavens, yet it isn't
typical spacemusic - if there is such a thing. A live approach to the recording
has given the sound a freshness and immediacy due to it not having many textures,
also the theremin creates a uniquely alien aura. Indeed, the second track
"Emergence" with its watery background got me imagining being on the
shore of another planet as the ghostly wails of the theremin hint at unusual lifeforms
hidden somewhere in the distance.
Only
in the last track "Slow curve home" do we start to hear anything resembling
a rhythm or melody, most of the album is a kind of atmospheric collage formed
by samples, drones, washes, and haunting wails. On this final track a muffled
sequence forms a nice resonant structure over which a short string of notes is
repeated and washes of spacey sounds do brief dances before being replaced by
something slightly different.
Electronic
music's greatest strength, in my opinion, is its ability to transport the listener
to different realms -- and not always those intended by the musician -- because
of the spectacular range of possible and otherworldly sounds that can be created.
Contact Light is a good example of music in this vein, though it may take
several listens to really appreciate.
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Dene Bebbington