Saturday, May 30, 2020
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Artist: Dryft (@)
Title: The Blur Vent
Format: CD
Label: n5MD (@)
Rated: *****
Mike Cadoo - head of the n5MD label, formerly half of the band Gridlock with Mike Wells, also his solo project Bitcrush (which I reviewed here back in 2013), and now Dryft, which has been in existence since 2000, and 'The Blur Vent' is that project's fourth release. This is the first Dryft release I've heard, but in a way it's not far removed from the aforementioned projects, then again it is, leaning heavier on the cinematic ambient side. I though rather than describing the music on 'The Blur Vent' in terms of the mechanics and components (drones, rhythms, instrumental and synth techniques, etc.), I'd go more with the feeling it gave me, perhaps being a more authentic, although quite subjective evaluation.

Pulsing waves washing over me, and soft, synaptic explosions as the barriers of consciousness break disappears momentarily, then jettisoned on a journey, I'm propelled into over a fantastic landscape of indescribable beauty. Somewhere in space there is a strange game of cosmic ping-pong being played by colossuses that expand space and time. Swarms of tiny, buzzing technoid creatures are busy reshaping terra, and all I can do is watch in awe. Such a variety of color and shapes in the topography, it practically brings tears to my eyes.

A slow climb up a monumental hillside, yawning chasms in the distance, the atmosphere is thick with anticipation. A voice permeates the haze distantly, and there is a certain sense of serenity in the labor. Continuing onward, the atmosphere is thinning and I'm becoming lightheaded. The haze has lifted and the blue sky stretches toward infinity in any direction. At the summit I can see life carry on below- great and terrible things, the history of a thousand civilizations flash before my eyes. So much drama and trauma, then it all fades to dust, as if it never happened. We are left with naught but memories, as if it was all but a dream.

Ever so slowly we proceed through the thick miasma; little gravity like hopping on the moon. Eventually we gain our bearings and navigate this bizarre landscape, limbs moving in awkward directions, narrowly avoiding pitfalls, every so often crunching on the surface. Near the precipice the void appears - sparks of light can be seen in the distance of the great beyond. We know we cannot cross that vast ocean of the unfathomable, yet we yearn to. I want to feel serenity, yet all I perceive is sadness.

Waking from the dream I wonder if it was a dream at all, or a glimpse of the way the universe really works. Human perception is so finite compared to the cosmic mind. Logic becomes irrelevant and the dance is the only thing that matters. Just coming to this conclusion is a revelation in itself. So revel in it. Joy overcomes sorrow and regret. We can only move forward, and there are no mistakes. Regardless of the path or paths we take, the journey is as important, if not moreso than the destination.

Well, there you have it. Your take on 'The Blur Vent' is likely to be quite different than mine. It's an awesome work that probably won't play the same to any listener, and may not play quite the same on repeated listenings. Cadoo has come up with something really incredible here, and I heartily recommend it.