Tous les panneaux de sortie sont allumés. I listened to „Simian Angel“ for the first time at the end of summer, sometime ago, on headphones, at night. A long cable, a chaiselongue in the garden. Heaven seems to be the most lonesome place, at least from the point of view of gardening and Japanese tea ceremonies. Nearly knowbody knows this album.
Strange enough, we can still feel in harmony when looking at the sky at night, that time being seduced by Oren Ambarchi‘s album – two long compositions that defy definitions, limits, opening a constant feel of joy and wonder, kling and klang. A touch of kosmische music here and there.
His guitar sounds like a synth, and an organ, most of the time, and when he plays what sounds like a piano (and is again, made with his guitar – a special treatment really), you might feel, for a moment, a „Music For Airports“-vibe – just another illusion, up, up, and away, with the blink of an eye.
Oren’s partner is Brazilian percussionist Cyro Baptista, and when he starts on berimbau at the beginning of vinyl‘s second side, you are in wonderland. Yes, I thought, for another sequence of seconds, of Nana Vasconcelos‘s famous (or not so famous) solo album „Nana Vasconcelos“, the one with violins and violas coming completely out of nowhere, and knowing about Oren‘s passion for a lot of ECM records, I’m quite sure he might have had a similar memory, for a moment.
The music is crossing area after area, you are not able to, surely not keen on marking a spot. All exit signs on! The earth never solid, the percussion drifting in the windmills of your mind. Not all riddles solved, what do you think. I listened to it again tonite. Another word for melting kindly required, all these thin places.
