- 30 Jun 03
A record which, overall, is something of a skewed treat
Since the taxonomic arbiters of the alt.rock idiom (read: Wire magazine) have long since ensured that the phrase “post rock” has become a major feature of the music journo vocabulary, now seems as good a time as any to re-evaluate what it is this accursed phrase actually seeks to define.
Certainly, there exists a sizeable sub-section of groups who fall broadly under the movement’s auspices – Labradford, DNTel, even Yo La Tengo – who specialise in a hypnotic, frequently sublime brand of dream-time ambience, the kind of somnambulant grooves which make most sense at that feverish interstice when the night before bleeds into the morning after.
The flipside to all this ethereal nocturama exists in the form of the headwrecking cavalry, the Mogwais and Godspeeds, those groups who listened to Slint and heard simply a rock ‘n’roll band – albeit one with pronounced eccentricities – and primed their guitar pedals accordingly.