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ARTIST
TITLE
Cornered
FORMAT
LP
LABEL
CATALOG #
KOM 458LP
KOM 458LP
GENRE
RELEASE DATE
3/17/2023
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LP version. Sacramento, CA duo Blank Gloss's third album, Cornered, is an exquisite statement of pop ambient starkness, an album that oscillates between lush beauty and spare melancholy. It follows from their 2021 debut for Kompakt, Melt (KOMP 174CD/KOM 437LP), an album that saw Morgan Fox (piano, synths) and Patrick Hills (guitar) aligned, loosely, with the cosmic pastorale of the "ambient Americana" movement. Cornered feels like a significant step forward, though -- by peeling back the layers of their music, they've revealed both its restful core and its solemn gravitas. It is unendingly lovely, but with something disquieting at its center. Cornered was recorded quickly, over two days in December 2020. There's nothing rushed or haphazard about the album, though; everything has its place, with each sonic element contributing profoundly to these nine miniature dioramas. It signals change, quietly but perceptibly, through the way the duo sculpts their material, building out of loose improvisations that morphed into songs. While there was no plan in mind when Blank Gloss settled into the studio, Fox recalls that "right away we realized that things were sounding and feeling a bit different than any of the sessions we had previously." That difference can be heard in the increased amount of space Blank Gloss gift to their sound sources. Some of the most moving moments on Cornered come when Fox and Hills strip everything back -- see, for example, "Crossing", which sets pensive piano across a shyly humming drone and quiet arcs of guitar, recalling the driftworks of Roger Eno. Curiously, the album's distinctive shape and mood develops, at least in part, from a change in instrumentation, with Hills using a MIDI pick-up on his guitar. Elsewhere, on songs like "Salt", the piano tussles with flecks of guitar, single tones sent out to mingle with the stars, like Morricone at 16 RPM, while Cornered's centerpiece, the eleven-minute "No Appetite", lets long arcs of electronic texture breathe and sigh, tangling together in a cat's cradle of bliss. Throughout, it feels as though the music is blossoming as you hear it, like watching time-lapse footage of flora in bloom. But perhaps the most seductive thing about Cornered is the sense you get, listening, that the music was something unexpected, a visitation.
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