Author Archives: postrockcafe
The Howard Hughes Suite ~ High & Lonesome
With The Howard Hughes Suite claiming reclusivity and the pedal steel ‘the sole/soul’ sound source, a quick squizz at the mythos of the instrument helps to frame the music. The pedal steel guitar is a relatively recent technical innovation, evolving from
The Howard Hughes Suite ~ High & Lonesome
With The Howard Hughes Suite claiming reclusivity and the pedal steel ‘the sole/soul’ sound source, a quick squizz at the mythos of the instrument helps to frame the music. The pedal steel guitar is a relatively recent technical innovation, evolving from
Wanderwelle ~ Black Clouds Above the Bows
Amsterdam’s Wanderwelle is a duo in flux, their dub techno origins on Silent Season yielding over time to a darker and more drone-like sheen. 2020’s A State of Decrepitude addressed the processes of decay, both physical and societal: the decline of
Wanderwelle ~ Black Clouds Above the Bows
Amsterdam’s Wanderwelle is a duo in flux, their dub techno origins on Silent Season yielding over time to a darker and more drone-like sheen. 2020’s A State of Decrepitude addressed the processes of decay, both physical and societal: the decline of
MONO ~ My Story, The Buraku Story (An Original Soundtrack)
Lost beneath all the post-rock excitement is the fact that MONO can be delicate and subtle, as proven on their very first soundtrack. The topic of burakumin ~ people segregated in Japanese society based on their “place of residence and bloodline” ~ is hushed
MONO ~ My Story, The Buraku Story (An Original Soundtrack)
Lost beneath all the post-rock excitement is the fact that MONO can be delicate and subtle, as proven on their very first soundtrack. The topic of burakumin ~ people segregated in Japanese society based on their “place of residence and bloodline” ~ is hushed
Blair Coron ~ Cairn
The past is always with us, remembered or not. The past etches itself in faces and folklore, in the curve of the land and the cuttings of the sea. And while most of our memories fall away, many are worth
Blair Coron ~ Cairn
The past is always with us, remembered or not. The past etches itself in faces and folklore, in the curve of the land and the cuttings of the sea. And while most of our memories fall away, many are worth
lilien rosarian ~ every flower in my garden
Three years have passed since a day in bel bruit, and lilien rosarian has used her time well. The new cassette sings of the intricacy of spring, with tendrils of sound sprouting forth like shoots from the earth. The blue and pink tape
lilien rosarian ~ every flower in my garden
Three years have passed since a day in bel bruit, and lilien rosarian has used her time well. The new cassette sings of the intricacy of spring, with tendrils of sound sprouting forth like shoots from the earth. The blue and pink tape
Mari Samuelsen ~ LYS
Living in Norway, one thinks often about light: the sun’s absence in winter, its bright return in spring. Mari Samuelsen notes our spiritual connection to light, as found in folk traditions, rituals and holidays. We all long for the light, physical and
Mari Samuelsen ~ LYS
Living in Norway, one thinks often about light: the sun’s absence in winter, its bright return in spring. Mari Samuelsen notes our spiritual connection to light, as found in folk traditions, rituals and holidays. We all long for the light, physical and
Scott Ordway/SOLI Chamber Ensemble ~ The Clearing and the Forest
Before COVID, a refugee crisis was brewing on the U.S./Mexico border. Although the news cycle moved on, the same crisis is ongoing, one of many across the globe. Today there are over 82 million refugees in the world, and over
Scott Ordway/SOLI Chamber Ensemble ~ The Clearing and the Forest
Before COVID, a refugee crisis was brewing on the U.S./Mexico border. Although the news cycle moved on, the same crisis is ongoing, one of many across the globe. Today there are over 82 million refugees in the world, and over
Rie Nakajima/Takahiro Kawaguchi ~ Utsuho
Crickets chirping, cicadas whining, bees buzzing: the sonic charm of insects rests on their ability to make noise without thinking about it, to swell into a clicking, buzzing cacophony that seemingly has no intention or reason. We tend to work
Rie Nakajima/Takahiro Kawaguchi ~ Utsuho
Crickets chirping, cicadas whining, bees buzzing: the sonic charm of insects rests on their ability to make noise without thinking about it, to swell into a clicking, buzzing cacophony that seemingly has no intention or reason. We tend to work
