ORGAN THING: Alora Crucible, another of Kayo Dot leader Toby Driver’s things, heads this way for UK dates in March including a date at Cafe Oto…

The recend album from Alora Crucible is another of Toby Driver‘s, almost said one of his side projects but that isn’t really what any of his things are. If you do know his work already, it is probably through the power of his rather avant-garde rather rewarding post metal band Kayo Dot, or before that Maudlin of the Well, Mr Driver does do a lot of things though, wouldn’t call any of them side projects, and there is a rather beautiful thread that runs through them all, a sense of musical adventure, a classical flavour, a wand if you like, that Toby Driver finger print

The Alora Crucible album came out in the late summer of last year, we’re giving it the attention now that we should have given in back then because Toby and his people are handing to these shores in just over a week for some dates including a show at London’s Cafe Oto. For all the current UK and mainland European dates go here, the UK dates start in Manchester on March 22nd, Cafe Oto on the 23rd then Liverpool and Brighton, the Brighton date also features Nick Hudson. (not that we didn;t give the album attention when it originally came out mind – Five Music Things – Tara Clerkin Trio, Sol Sistere’s atmospheric Black Metal, more of Kayo Dot’s new album, Japanese/Korean hip hop trio Dos Monos, Alora Crucible, trumpet player and electronic musician Forbes Graham, Julz Sale of Delta 5 and…

Thymiamatascension is a more refined take on Toby Driver’s modern classical style, that classical thread that runs through all his work, Thymiamatascension glows, this is a slow moving slowly unfolding piece of beauty, a mostly instrumental affair, mellow, almost soft to the touch, softer than most of his fine body of work. Almost perfect in the Spring sunshine of today. Modern classical music can be a little cold, a touch clinical, this is neither, this is beautifully radiant, gloriously peaceful, everything movement just right, every stringsound placed perfectly, that touch of drama ehen needed, not too much now, never a jolt or a bite, just a nudge…

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“Smoke from burning incense rises and dances, the sprawling and sensual byproduct of a thing turning to ash. The trees we amputated from ourselves threaten to grow back, the land we tried to escape from beckons us to return. We find out how to come home by running away from it. As we navigate our personal field of burdens, we imagine becoming weightless. How much space is there between a dream and a trial? In Alora Crucible there is none at all.

Biographies are apocryphal time traps. Here there is only fission and the thankfully forgotten coward’s dream of photographing statues…

After we disappear, we hope to re-appear. We reach for ways to reinstate the ground beneath us – to reverse the vanishing. Old religions sought the safe passage of the life contained in the body to the nonmaterial spirit realm. That place, it was usually imagined, would be an improvement. It was, at the very least, a somewhere.

Who could foresee the future, when the abstraction of nearly everything into an intangible nowhere would drag us with it whether we wanted to go or not? We drift in liminal nowhere space, unsure which direction we prefer: final oblivion on one side, or a return to Earth on another.

At the very least, a world of things abstracted into nowhere lets us think in terms of the collapse of things into other things. This leaves the mind ripened for imagining the instrument collapsing into the musician collapsing into the idea – then all of it collapses into the landscape, and the landscape spits it back out. This process happens a billion times over every millisecond, and collapse starts to stabilize into a recognizable shape: the artist, becoming not because they are the beginning of something but because they are enmeshed in a procession.

Hands into fingers, fingers into strings, strings into vibrations collapsing into the air, and regenerated as chemical compounds, each one never having been and never to be again. There are pathways under our feet with which plants speak, just like those amongst our above-shoulder nerves. Someone must eventually find out what sound this makes. They must take it upon themselves to sacrifice themselves to it, in the hope that there will be a thereafter more worthy of pursuit than the nowhere of numbers and the empty promises of dead tyrants.

It would be wrong to say that descriptions are graveyards, though they are. The truth is they now reside in graveyards, they populate the soil as a legion of rightfully dead. Only the heft and lift of the poet deserve respiration, but the poets have been driven into a different labyrinth even further underground than the graves, breathing by halves in the darkness of catacombs waiting to finally expire. Unless some brash attempt to commune with them succeeds.

True divination must destroy linearity. That is its only choice. The choice which cannot help but be made forms the pathway of the humiliated and reverent saint.

– Joshua Strawn

And just in case you don’t know… Kayo Dot let loose another epic, Moss Grew on the Swords and Plowshares Alike takes us through their glorious complex musical multiverse yet again…

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