"A musician and artist from on whose behalf superlatives are destined to fail. It’s not that his artistic output – spanning three decades, numerous albums, books of poetry and collections of drawings – simply eludes classification, it defies it. Often we hear that a true work of art is meant to speak for itself, and with the work of Daniel Higgs the maxim rings truer than ever. His art is of the cosmos, we on Earth merely lucky that it happens to be confined to our atmosphere, in our lifetime.
Higgs is known primarily for his work as the sole lyricist and frontman of the band LUNGFISH, a four-piece dedicated to charting, in this listener’s estimation, nothing short of the evolution of all species, known and unknown. That the band has undertaken this pursuit in the guise of a humble rock outfit, in the absence of any public relations fanfare, metanarrative, or manifesto has been enough to endear them to tens of thousands. They are enshrined as one of America’s last true folk bands, and Higgs anointed as a patron saint to artistic purity.
Higgs has wedded his music and his visual art into a singular being, meant to be encountered as a conjuring force similar to that of the tarot experience. The yggdrasil is the great tree of Norse myth that connects all worlds of cosmology. Passing into Christian folklore, the tree is said to connect heaven and earth. In his relentless pursuit of the indivisible, Higgs travels up and down this spine and hatches a new transubstantiation of sound and image into life-form."
'The Funnel' is the debut album by composer, instrument builder and artist Wojciech Rusin.
Combing fielding recordings made inside Port Talbot Steelworks, self made electro acoustic instruments and vocals drawn from alchemical texts and renaissance polyphony, The Funnel is chamber-musique concrète for the wondering troubadour of the 21st century.
"Equipped with adapted instruments and occultist readings Rusin composes and arranges an unpredictably celestial moving picture for the ear - the auto-tuned intro “Paolo’s Dream” and the bellowing baritones of “Salvation” diffusing into a solemn soul-purging of post-pythagorean(?) electro-organums.
“Transmutation” sounds like a petri dish of duplicating cells, contorted beauty with strings soaring like some sorta solar wind, the internalised ecstasy fading into the ambient clatter and percussion of “Cyclops”. The brain really scrambles trying to find points of reference - so we’ll shoot from the hip and go for some ridiculous meeting point between Księżyc’s “Rabbit Eclipse” and the more contemporary work of Pierre Bastien.
Side B offers further consuming, haunted chamber music - “Sacrifice” sounds like some possessed, hologram’d high priest drowning in a sea of sub-bass and gristly electronics before rounding up this destabilising noggin-scrambler with the near ten minute Open Music enchantment “Jupiter”.� - Low Company
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