A final recording from Fripp’s stint in South America with the League of Crafty Guitarists and it’s another of what Robert describes as a soundsculpture.
Unlike the previous sculpture from the 8th June at ND Ateneo, things here are not so terse or angular. The individual components of the piece are easily identifiable: voices, synth-bass, bells, strings and a sonar-type ping that echoes off into space. Taken together it builds up to a small but perfectly focused ambient album.
With the cycle of differing loops always moving in complimentary directions, the atmosphere throughout is both balanced and serene. Music for your equilibrium indeed.
A final recording from Fripp’s stint in South America with the League of Crafty Guitarists and it’s another of what Robert describes as a soundsculpture.
Unlike the previous sculpture from the 8th June at ND Ateneo, things here are not so terse or angular. The individual components of the piece are easily identifiable: voices, synth-bass, bel...
Sometimes in Soundscapes Robert Fripp returns to the sounds which he was using in the past but which are still fascinating. It seems that some of the effects are still available in his equipment despite its constant change and evolution. The choir effect first appearance was at the time of That Which Passes and the Double Trio preformances. For me the soundscape interlude of This Night Wounds Time and the whole November Suite album are still one of the most impressive (and so...
Sometimes in Soundscapes Robert Fripp returns to the sounds which he was using in the past but which are still fascinating. It seems that some of the effects are still available in his equipment despite its constant change and evolution. The choir effect first appearance was at the time of That Which Passes and the Double Trio preformances. For me the soundscape interlude of This Night Wounds Time and the whole November Suite album are still one of the most impressive (and sometimes even scary) moments of KC/RF music. Here, this ambiguous mood somewhere between darkness and beauty gently arises again. piotr