RAIME: S/T EP
Blackest Ever Black is a brand new label that comes courtesy of my old FACT.mag mucker Kiran Sande. And - unlike my own nano non.boutique-imprint 19F3 - this is a *proper* record label: y'know, real vinyl n everything.
The first release - an EP by Raime - is due to drop later in the year and verrrrry interesting it is too. Althought it ain't the full-on mulch of Dubstep and Doom Metal that set my Kek-sense a'tingling when I first saw the name of the label, I have to admire the restraint demonstrated by it's creators in denying any obvious macho impulse.
Kiran mentions the word "devotional" in his email and that probably nails the first track to some extent.
"Retread" is the sound of haunted cloisters - morbid Gregorian chants - a skeletal choir slowly rising up through the flagstones of an abandoned medieval cathedral in time to a minimal, relentlessly-undeviating drum pattern. Love the clarinet that briefly appears and seems to float over the altar; reminds me of vintage mid-80's Coil. Reverb and digital delay a-go-go.
On "This Foundry" (some sort of Test Department/Einstürzende reference there, maybe?) the drums are more clunky and clattery-sounding; a fractured bass-synth pharps between circling fragments of a psalm. Slowly, the different elements start to shift into focus, almost threatening to lock into a groove - but it's like ghosts trying to dance; phantoms from different decades moving through one another, never quite occupying the same physical space. Niice.
"We Must Hunt Under The Wreckage of Many Systems" is equally smeary and unhurried: luminous shapes slowly emerge from under a gauze of reverb - Skull Disco smashed on sleeping-tablets; a loom of light. It's like the audio equivalent of a Marian Zazeela lite-show, sounds shifting back and forth - a glacial lava-lamp underpinned by drummers from some futuristic Zero-Click anti-tribe. I think this is probably my favourite. Yeah.
The twelve hits sometime in September.