"There we are to continue with an immense collection of the Jewish musician Wings of An Angel´s sequent issue Pause Play (Memoirs Of Russian Spiritual Landscapes, Aug 2016) from this year. I guess he might be the most prolific artist worldwide in 2016. In spite of the fact there is no decline in quality with regard to his music. His 9-notch issue might be disturbing ideologically to Russians because there are some disdainful, critical hints at it (Bawdy Songs About Shopping With The Wives Of Russian Oligarchs; Repeat My Mistakes (Why Does Russian History Repeat Itself Flawlessly And So Do I?; The Spiritual Horrors Of Our Imaginary Superiority)). Musically, however, it is a mellow drift between piano music and (dark) ambient music though the main elements are represented in tracks separately. Of course, the artist`s piano music is something unusual because those chords are either hammered or played on a prepared piano (Repeat My Mistakes (Why Does Russian History Repeat Itself Flawlessly And So Do I?; Without Permanent Identity (I Remain The ID-Free Cosmopolitan Vagabond Even As Years Pass On By; Innocent Blonde Girls Play Hopscotch In The Backrooms Of Post-Soviet Hotels)). The latter of them is the favourite of mine because of chiming like the play on an old, dusty piano. The artist’s ambient compositions are played with a pathos as if channelized through angelic filters, being solemn and compelling simultaneously. I guess there are up cathedral organ-alike drones to be added to inject something divine and wondrous to a body of work. At times it is a spacey and abstract riding, rather than a solemn insight into a mystical universe. In a word, it is an outstanding forge in 2016.
Artist: Wings Of An Angel
Title: Pause Play (Memoirs Of Russian Spiritual Landscapes, Aug 2016)
Keywords: ambient, drone, sleep, psychedelic,
Reviewer: Pjotr Korsakovnov
I heard a few scratches against the window, when I moved away the curtains I was surprised to see a pair of angel wings without the angel attached to it. I have seen these two wings before, but it was a long time ago. My mother always warned me not to open the window for strangers, but as I’ve met these wings before; I guess they aren’t such strangers anymore.
I opened the window and without any hesitation these angel wings without angel attached to them landed on the keys of my granddad’s Russian piano. These wings started to flap up and down on the keys and simultaneously play music. The music coming out of the piano was nice to hear, and in the time that these angel wings without the angel attached stayed in the room, there where more moments of them handling the piano as if it was theirs. My granddad might not be alive, but thanks to these up and down moving angel wings it was as if the Russian piano was suddenly back in shape again.
When the wings wouldn’t play the piano they would flap their wings and fly around my head creating some kind of ambient drone that made me remember the other times that I’ve opened the window to let this pair of angel wings without the angel attached to it in… what can a person say about them and their sound while they flap and fly around? It’s making me grateful that these wings had probably come from an angel and aren’t a pair of flying chicken wings… I know some people might enjoy that too, but I don’t believe chicken wings would be able to make angelic drone, or soberly play the keys of my (rest in peace) granddad’s Russian piano like these angel wings without the angel attached to it…
"Perhaps many sensations wavering in our mind ... the music has something solemn, sometimes dark, dense ... melancholy in front of the incomprehensible ... deep reflection ... the finale where we can feel the lightness flowing almost like a redemption"
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