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Godspeed You Black Emperor- 'lift yr. skinny fists like antennas to heaven!
Two CD's.
Four songs. Seventy minutes of orchestral bliss from Montreal's nine-piece group Godspeed You Black Emperor. "Innovative"
does not do justice to the double CD that provides Godspeed's second full-length album. With horns and strings,
and the occasional sample, weaved into the traditional guitar-drum-rock outfit creates and atmosphere where Mozart and Kobain
can exist in harmony. The casing insert maps out each piece of the songs as they begin as a tender sunrise and swell
into a raucous guitar feedback rampage. Godspeed employ drone techniques to create an unshakable basis for these four
tracks. The firament comes with samples of a Southern preacher's sermon, or an old man reminiscing about his childhood
at Coney Island. This may be a bit beyond the average music listener, but for the more adventurous and those who have
already discovered Godspeed You Black Emperor, this album is definitely worthwhile.
-Ryan Adams
June 17th 2002
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CD 1
1] Storm á Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven · Gathering
Storm · Cancer Towers
On The Holy Road Hi-Way
2] Static · Terrible Canyons of Static · Chart #3 · World Police and
Friendly Fires · The Buildings
They Are Sleeping Now
CD 2
1] Sleep · Murray Ostril [They Don't Sleep Anymore On The Beach] · Monhein
· Broken
Windows, Locks of Love Part III
2] Antennas To Heaven · Moya Sings Baby-O · Edgy Swingset Acid · She
Dreamt She Was
A Bulldozer She Dreamt She Was Alone in An Empty Field ·
Deathkamp Drone · Antennas To Heaven |
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THE STORY THUS FAR
...hungover it's awful, the sound of trains collapsing back behind here; outside there are distant birds
circling in front of 7 miles of heavy cloud falling down, &from where you're lying one of those clouds looks like a hanged
man leading a blind, indifferent horse...THIS IS MILE END MY FRIEND, the hollowed out ruins here &a train runs straight
thru them... we made a record here in mile End, at the mighty Mxx HOTEL2TANGO, where lonesome trains ramble thru the backyard
while the wind plays in the trees where nervous birds hide from a dog named wanda, a kat named lu... 16 rented tracks moving
7.5 inches per second onto ampex456 W/OUT ANY KEYBOARDS, while don& ian rode the faders, tired-eyed&stoic... the whole
thing recorded under threat of great threat on a 1933 stahltonbahnd maschine... IT ALL HAPPENED IN MAY; winter was just starting
to fade then, and the money hadn't run out yet... 6 months later:we record two songs w/chemical daryl at chemical sound; broke
again, john gives us free tape,&brian plays some trumpet there... w/daryl we remix the old stuff too, &then we sequence
the record up the street w/rod at mile end studio... mark helps us pretty the package and we put thing to bed & try to
carry on... we've been plowing our little field up here for a couple of years now, but the yard is still filled w/rocks&dust&n&sick
trees... SO we bide our time, waiting for a purer kick to bloom... &the future is still bleak, uncertain and beautiful...
&the van is gassed but the pistons are cracked,and when we close our eyes alls we can see is: open road, telephone poles,
a sun that is always setting, and a tangled up melody falling down slowly...
O.K.GOODBYExoxoxoLOVEGODSPEEDYOUBLACKEMPEROR!
mILE eND
MONTREALQUEBECCANADAxoxoxox........................... |
all supplemental materials sourced from www.southern.com
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