Review Summary: wherever you were, you're not there anymore
Gather 'round ye hep cats of the Snorin' Twenties, the entertainment is here. Light yerself a clove cigarette, kick up those suede boots, git ye a nip from the bar. Tonight we're serving up a bittersweet arrangement. The curtains jitter open and reveal Uncertainty in its naughtiest underclothes. Lock eyes with a stranger and raise a toast. Here's to adventure.
Food for thought for ye new cats: the eponymous cellist is both composer and bandleader. Trivia enthusiasts will be enthused to learn that the guitar that is slowly being dismantled under full amplification is being manhandled by the bandleader's very own husband. How sweet. You'll also note that Mrs. Leppin shall not be outdone in the soloing department in spite of any sentimental spousery. Hers is also bigger than his. Cop that.
Hear how tightly the seven musicians weave their sonics. Now hear them slowly unravel. There is discipline in this here lackadaisical maelstrom; the uptempo suckerpunch of Mahavishnu bootlicking in the back end of 'Woven Forest' will satiate those suspicious of the chops on display, while 'Clarity''s murky backside will make even the most hardened of aural pioneers squirm in their seats. Forget not, traveller: both Chaos and Order only exist for the opposition their antonym provides.
Keep yer ears open for motifs; there will be an examination upon completion of the long-playing record. Have you noticed the drummer yet? Larry's a loose unit. Disclaimer: no animals were harmed in the making of this motion picture. Their forms were merely stretched to and beyond the extent of their physical capabilities.
No, time has not slowed down – perhaps
ye have, friend. The room seems the same is it did on arrival—dark wood, soft candlelight, stale smoke—but something
is different. The air has changed. Unreality persists. It's about half a degree too warm, and you feel stifled and sticky in your tweed onesie. What the fuck is that racket?
Hush, hush. Keep your super special jazz-loving ears tuned to the frequency. We're all intellectuals around here, and we all love this music. Drink this. Hear the cinematic emoting collide with the band's refusal to take off their shades, and rejoice, because wherever you were, you're not there anymore.
