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Zelienople /
Tekulvi |
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Aaah Chicago, you’re not just on my mind because of your Academy Award winning ways. Nor are you occupying my wet dreams because of your thick and luscious pizza. Your windy demeanor definitely isn’t giving me palpitations. So what is it? It must be the insane amount of bands that call you home, many of the math and post-rock variety, those of the intertwining polyrhythms and spindly guitar action. Sweep the Leg Johnny, Tortoise, Toe 2000, the list goes on and on. And now you go and throw two more bands my way and leave me wanting for more. I am glad I am only writing their names instead of speaking them though, and now you will see why. |
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Zelienople |
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This is the first full length from Zelienople. Prior to this they released a
track on one side of a 7" single, the other side of which was
occupied by Divot Records' artist Tekulvi. I never heard that one, but this record starts off slow and stays atmospheric, never building or creating too much tension, but
consistently maintaining layer upon layer of lush, drum and bass backed dream music. Brushes tickle the Zildjan's, vocals resound from echo-laden frequencies, violins hush like a finger to closed lips, and the bass lines hang thick when not repeating.
While not quite jazz,
Pajama Avenue
is slow, quiet drone sounds for Sunday afternoons or winter
nights. But Zelienople are not orchestrating break-up music either; the downturn isn't a result of depression, or
at least it doesn't seem so, the lyrics hint at none of that, but rather imply moods born of idle moments of introspection. Pick this one up and put it next to your Tara Jane O'Neil and Cat Power, right between the Mogwai and Slowdive. |
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