I disembark the daily, I press play, I put the tracks in brackets as they occur like I do with people and thoughts


(1. Plans…)
A combination of the electronic pioneering songwriters who made 2010 progressive, taken into the post-scene void of 20thirteen/fourteen, now -exit the void-, orientate, Mountain Range has crafted an album over the period of two years, he released it on Friday.

I have an imperfect (…2. That Home…) anecdote to introduce the whole chronologically bracketed numbered duration of this blog post of these 9 songs of music, transmitted via Left Haunted Records. An anecdote unlike a film, like Goodbye Lenin where the woman falls into a coma before the reunification of Germany and wakes up after. Not like a love-story, like sea and shore where the waves lose their identities in the middle and recollect different ones at the beginning and the (…3. The Quiet…) end. Not like another song, where the mind gets reminded and then distracted and then compares itself to minds it was never going to but was always trying to grasp.

No, yes, this album comes across more through a kind of comforting intimidation, an intimate therapy where parallels lose their categories, categories lose their parallels – Mountain Range is the name upon the durations ajar, the contents are effective to the infinite infinitesimal degree: each bar contains an awry craftsmanship of sound, sounds, sounding together in songs that do nothing less than juxtapose with as much emotional metaphor as my breathing-process can possibly explore without specifically trying, 9 songs of a continually passionate and (…4. Together…) soft rubbing feeling in the inscapes wherever this music is going in, I’m not sure if it’s leaving me any time soon.

Maybe this is what it feels like to exit the void, the finally found parameters by which this decade will find its sense – in the electronic management and releases of musicians like Mountain Range (are there currently musicians like Mountain Range?) who’s output cumulatively transcends the same-old idea of what same-old ideas sound like – I’m talking transcendence through sustained experience of real rhythm and combination, purpose and ultimately the quasi-spiritual moment of confusion which coins the point at which things like these people and sounds are consumed and listened to like anything else, insane 

It’s no coincidence that this review has chronologically come up to this point (5. Circles) and track 5 has begun to play, Circles; you may have already heard it through XLR8R. The thing about MR that makes this song (and the others) so completely real is his knack of arranging songs that sound like entire adventures, I know no other artist who is able to pack so much motion and textural forms into a refrain, a sequence, and also then to arrange these refrains so intricately, beautifully even, the duration of what is often a track, and also in this case an album, pans out like a holy sequence of chronicles of differently dimensioned environments and combinations of senses – if I could imagine the unimaginable sound of someone translating goose bumps into sound then I would point to Mountain Range, press play, and get goose bumps, and it wouldn’t feel contrived. Get goose bumps and it won’t feel contrived.

get out of the void

(6. A Thousand Times Troubles)

It’s difficult to even know what the void was after that paragraph of realisation upon a song upon an album. I want to wrap up my words for literary I want to – let the next realisation take place…

(7. Laniakea)  The -hidden surprise song- where her voice falls through like water – here I am feeling for the Scandinavian context in which I heard Mountain Range, the kind of melancholy landscape electronica from Ole Torjus, Søren Andreasen, and yet it takes me back somewhere almost futural, somewhere almost uncomfortably intimately with this anonymous human vocal sample and piano, they’re definitely falling slowly through like water, it’s difficult to identify whether her vocals are the sample or whether the listener’s thoughts are the samples, and samples of what even? This, it is all real.

(8. This Home)

(9. Be. More.)

A music critic at peace, quietly without writing, songs occupying a silence I didn’t know really existed until it was left upon post-listening like a present
You! Celebrate the 16th October 2015 and engage with one of the most special albums of the last 5 years,
A Thousand Times Troubles, by Mountain Range



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