Patkus ~ Alyosha

For those caught in thunderstorms without a coat, science suggests that one weighs more when soaked through with rain. And yet, what if the same tears from bruised clouds could bridge body and spirit? In a flash baptism by blizzard, would that not leave one lighter—at least in spirit—raised by sudden revelation? With clothes clinging like rags to ragged bones, the private quickly turns public. Consider it an act of humility only the sky can offer.

Alyosha, the senior album by Philadelphia-based guitarist Patkus, coats ambient post-rock with silver halide—pitted, pocked, and pricked with tape-deck charm. Its creaking melodies whistle like drafts down empty corridors. As moonlight caresses curtains, dreamers lie counting Saturn’s rings.

Distorted guitars cling to shimmering cobwebs in window sills. Its interludes curl into cells, warm as Quaaludes scored between couch cushions. Transcribed by tech-heads raised in foreign airports, delay-laden melodies sway, edging upwards on coastal eddies laced with crashing echoes.

In Fyodor Dostoevsky’s novel The Brothers Karamazov, the source of the album’s namesake, the protagonist Alyosha was distinguished from his worldly brothers by his Christ-like purity. An “indefinite, indeterminate sort,” according to Dostoevsky, Alyosha lived humbly in a monastery. Known for compassion rather than ambition, he gladly listened to others unravel their woes. Patkus practices a similar self-sacrifice, circling lonely courtyards slick with November.

In an encroaching white-out of the heart, wet with vagrant weather, soft snowflakes tumble down cotton sleeves. Quietly, a monk sits sifting soul from matter. Hungrily, a lark forages for feed, cracking seed from husk. Although fleeting as its high-flying songbird, hope clings to Alyosha’s bare branches, distant but never aloof.

Where do larks go for winter?

Todd B. Gruel

About Todd B. Gruel

A bearded biped who still believes in 35mm film, 6-string guitars, and jet black cats.

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