A Dependable Skeleton
Technology continues to offer new strategies for organizing sound into music and this California based trio combine acoustically generated gestures from a wide array of instruments with, electronic sound effects, samples, loops and computer program processing to create moving layered collages of urbane abstractness. A Dependable Skeleton take their inspiration in part from the mix 'n match "found sound" movement that evolved rapidly during the 1990s. However, they have plied both a formally developed skill for composition and real musicianship that enable the precious commodity called delicacy to appear, a characteristic all but unknown to the idiom. ADS are as concerned with underneath and overtop as they are with backwards and forwards in time.
Wayne Grim is the unit's chief architect and it is his throbbing zizz guitar and ethnic percussion breaks that recast psychedelia in a new light, on tracks like "Treading (heavy)", while his "Poldtanski Kitten (Texas)" sounds like a piece by Gyorgi Ligeti's personal triphop ensemble. The recipe: build a non-representational short story without over-decorating, but stay in between all available or known musicforms. And, nest dreamlike interludes and other impersonal subplots along the way, while maintaining a plausible grip on swing and movement. The subtle presence of asiantemple-like music underlay several moments and suggests channeled entities from across the globe and time, that or their Bay area recording studio was accidently built atop ancient sacred burial grounds. Of the thirteen tracks and 47 minutes, the masterpiece of the album is the 6+ minute epic "La Jete, Sourire" which travels across the synapses like a noise stream of gradually swelling unconscious wonder, as if the Internet itself could dream music. This is a miniature soundtrack world hungry for new amalgams of inward probing ritual music, free jazz, musique concrete, and trippy toetapping lounge fare for late night sofa meditations in front of the big stereo. While somewhat opaque and metallic tasting on the whole, the set is not without humor evidenced by the numerous metaphysical spoken word snippets and fruity calliope sample that competes for your attention at the end of "Trust Me I Can Eat the Apple". By the sounds of it, something is either afoul with the digestive system of Eden, or it's processing the current reality just fine. - Steve Taylor