And yet with crimes to us unknown,
Our sons shall mark the coming age their own.
Horace
Rachel’s – “The Mysterious Disappearance Of Louis Leprince”
Selenography
Another track from the only Rachel’s record I’ve really ever listened to. This is the other standout from this album, the one that was playing when I decided I must have this record. I wasn’t familiar with post-rock, modern chamber music, or really anything at all when I heard it, so it struck me as completely original then, and while it’s lost some of its mystery to more mysterious artists, it’s notable in my life as one of the songs that got me listening to lots and lots of other things.
Victor Hugo, Le Phare de Casquets
He was a madman that said it, and thou peradventure are as mad to read it.
The Anatomy Of Melancholy
Arnold Böcklin, Roman Landscape
Arnold Böcklin, Castle in ruins
Growing – “In The Shadow Of The Mountain”
His Return
Growing’s monolithic soundscapes aren’t for everyone, but for those who can handle them, they’re transportive. There’s little that can be said by way of description. Their songs are less like songs, and more like little worlds you inhabit for ten or fifteen minutes at a time.
