threespires
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I’m listening to The Burrian whilst looking over towards the frozen fields of the Trent Valley, it’s taken me to a specific place and made me think of a comparison and contrast with a previous nomination.
When we reviewed Curtains by Tindersticks I said it was highly evocative, I think I suggested the imagery of a car sweeping across desolate moorland. The Burrian is taking me on a superficially similar evocative journey but with a very different feel. Tindersticks was cinematic, it evoked the feeling of being at slight remove, swooping above the moorland looking down at the speeding car; there was, in a good way, a degree of artifice.
Here we are sweeping through the countryside again, but the feeling is quite different. There is no artifice or removal; it’s very immediate and we are part of the journey not observing it. It’s not a car, it’s a train; moreover, the train is a singular thing, it’s moving parts and its passengers melded into a single entity, a seamless combination of the organic and mechanical. There are times in this track where it seems like it might devolve into a minimalism that lets the mechanical take over and let in the cold but then the fires catch again and it propels itself forward generating a warmth that shields its passengers from a cold winter day outside.
Good choice this.
When we reviewed Curtains by Tindersticks I said it was highly evocative, I think I suggested the imagery of a car sweeping across desolate moorland. The Burrian is taking me on a superficially similar evocative journey but with a very different feel. Tindersticks was cinematic, it evoked the feeling of being at slight remove, swooping above the moorland looking down at the speeding car; there was, in a good way, a degree of artifice.
Here we are sweeping through the countryside again, but the feeling is quite different. There is no artifice or removal; it’s very immediate and we are part of the journey not observing it. It’s not a car, it’s a train; moreover, the train is a singular thing, it’s moving parts and its passengers melded into a single entity, a seamless combination of the organic and mechanical. There are times in this track where it seems like it might devolve into a minimalism that lets the mechanical take over and let in the cold but then the fires catch again and it propels itself forward generating a warmth that shields its passengers from a cold winter day outside.
Good choice this.