STILL SINGLE

A space for thoughts on music and culture, as written by Doug Mosurock and a select handful of individuals. This is intended as a supplement to our regular feature Still Single, published on Dusted Magazine. Updates will run here more frequently, and may feature writing on music not covered in the column. Compact discs are still not accepted for review -- we have more than enough vinyl and the occasional cassette to worry about.

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December 26, 2009

Cortez/Language of Light – split 12” (AntiClock)

Cortez/Language of Light split 12"

I wasn’t sure what side of this record I listened to first, but I am sure that it will remain in mint condition for the duration of its time under this roof. Let me get this straight: it’s 2009 and I just spent 20+ minutes paying close attention to something that makes Stars of the Lid sound like Meshuggah? Was it a field recording of the Labradford practice space circa ‘96, after the band accidently left some things on while they went to grab dinner? Was it an unearthed, previously-unreleased Eno recording titled Music for Dilettantes? No, it was Cortez, or it was 20-minutes of affirmation that you too can cobble together that $500 burning a hole in your pants and strut on into Guitar Center then strut on out with whatever you need to replicate this side. Language of Light can put more than two notes together in a melancholic manner and end it with a locked-groove, a talent that makes their side of the record feel like Dream Theater crammed into a clown car with Dillinger Escape Plan. This isn’t so much a poor-man’s version of Boards of Canada or what Seefeel devolved into (think Ch-Vox for the latter), it’s a living-under-the-overpass-with-chiggers-in-your-colon-man’s version of what they devolved into. (http://www.anticlock.net)
(Andrew Earles)

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