Bridget Hayden is a singer, guitarist, piano player, and a visual artist, based for a while now in semi- rural West Yorkshire. In the seven-year period since her last solo LP – A Siren Blares In An Indifferent Ocean, released by the Belgium-based Kraak organisation – she has put out a number of short-run cassettes, such as last year's fine tape of blown-out synth/vocal recordings on Fort Evil Fruit, and contributed to several interesting compilation projects, but a vinyl follow-up is what the 'Other' music community has been craving.
This LP, therefore, has been a long time coming and provides the first full-length documentation of a number of zones that the artist has been inhabiting in live performances of the recent past: blasted, highly personal blues that has lurked under the surface of previous releases but that appears here in starker form; two-chord torch songs that use minimal structure to achieve maximal atmospheric tension; and a vocal melodicism abstracted by a gravitation towards the ecstatic possibilities of noise.
Beginning by using two slowly enunciated guitar chords in what sounds like Skip James tuning as a solid base on which to layer a variety of sky-bound instrumental and vocal lines, what develops is a record of significant heft and rare intensity, driven by the slow movement of heavy metal slides and the distorted surge of the guitar's lowest end. The contrasts herein – of density and starkness, turbulence and calm, grounded instrumental drone and vocal soar – are suggestive of great weights being borne and lifted, and of an artist letting go.
supported by 24 fans who also own “Pure Touch Only From Now On, They Said So”
“With Julius, he was based in repetition, but here was a spirit of openness and improvisation. His scores, if they were written out that way, were often like jazz scores. He loved multiplying instruments – four pianos, ten cellos – so there was a real feeling of the presence of the instrument, not just using an instrument in some kind of equation, as a means to an end.” ~ Mary Jane Leach
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