Album: Tunnelled
Artist: Lezet
Label: Kalamine Records
Catalogue no: N/A
Tracklist:
1. Tunnel
1
2. Tunnel
2
3. Tunnel
3
4. Tunnel
4
5. Tunnel
5
Many years ago, nearly
thirty in fact, I ran a ‘zine called FRÄCTűred, one of the first such
publications devoted entirely to what was then a burgeoning and thoroughly
thriving underground industrial music scene and, after advertising in
mainstream magazines, I used to get a constant stream of vinyl, CDs, CDrs,
tapes, and other wonderful items coming through my letterbox to write about.
Those were the heady pre-internet days, when communication was through letter
and occasionally the telephone. In the 21st century, things are a lot
easier: the music I write about is online and available 24/7, news gets to me
within moments, and my reviews are uploaded within days. In spite of the very
real downside to the internet, there is a much bigger upside: a global-scale
community of musicians, artists, and writers constantly exchanging ideas,
music, collaborating, and creating.
The above reminiscence
serves as background to how I discovered Lezet (and French label Kalamine
Records, based in my favourite wine-producing region, Bordeaux [Irrelevant
Factoid #1]) through the wonders of email. No more than fifteen minutes after putting
out a social media request, I received an email in short order and after
quickly clicking on the link contained therein, I find myself already reviewing
one of their offerings. It seriously makes me wonder how I managed back then.
Lezet have created five
tracks of living, breathing bliss, gently wafting delightful breezes of ringing
drones through the ears and helping to clear the mind of unnecessary
distractions. There’s nothing complicated going on here: just a gradual and
subtle evolution between each of the five pieces, in fact changing so slowly
that initially the shifts in tone and composition might not be fully
appreciated. This is how evolution works, by enacting changes at a barely
perceptible level, and so it goes here. It’s almost microtonal in execution, but
there is a definite start and an equally definite conclusion bridging Parts 1 –
5. And by the time one reaches Part 5 one has noticed the change: although
sounding somewhat similar in structure the constituents have mutated into
something else.
This is definitely one
for the quieter moments; it’s like a gleaming city seen from a distance,
shimmering, slippery, elusive, and somehow immaterial. It isn’t a long album (a
sliver over 25 minutes), but even so it says all that needs to be said.
Delightful.
Psymon Marshall 2019.
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