all these 11 songs are composed by Angus Rudd, and it is done adeptly
and refreshingly for sure.
However, this my
understanding after listening to a couple of first songs. Even
if it might be he did
up the rock and roll
tradition he did follow
his own heart and soul to make up a good song-writing at
his most earnestness.
Moreover, it is an
interesting creation through folk-littered guitar music which is
spruced up with reverse effects, and psychedelic twists and feedback
noises here and there. If one thinks of it as a retrospective one it
is much more than just a bare copy of the rock and roll legacy. Angus
Rudd is a contemporary man with the
influences and visions and
that is what makes possible to bridge different eras with one
another. You could not find a chink in his armour. If
you are listening to his more blaring, cellophane-alike compositions
you could hear how it used to decompose and
then elevate through the
abrasion between those layers. At
Watching the Spiral
the listener can enjoy the electrification of blues rock which
step by step is progressing into a psychedelic exaltation.
It is not a case where you
could see clinging to sidelong styles and charmless emulation.
The self-ironic I Just
Can't Write is a
churning row of noisy bars and
meshes within the auteur is immersed in the idea of a lopsided
psychedelic shoegaze progression where beauty and pain are the
different sides of the same coin. It is warranted by the churning
power and in fact that
is enough to get the indulgence for the track. Eventually
I have to confess it is an outstanding issue and while would having
had a proper place and time it could have had a ground-breaking
influence. Listen to it and you will get understand
point of it. The
gem is a part of the discography
of Vulpiano Records.