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Colin Stetson’s New History Warfare Vol. 2: Judges

Here is the full album on Grooveshark, as usual. However, most of my first impressions were formed after seeing the performance here imbedded:

Calling to mind some sort of post-apocalypse, an industrial desert of black clouds and oil fires. The soundtrack you imagined as you read Cormac McCarthy’s The Road.

The singularity of the one man, leashed like a dog to his monstrous machine (a bass saxophone), cowed. Screaming endlessly, futily, his face red and purple, gasping, veins bursting, into this mess of brass and rust. The percussion of keys are ominous hoofbeats, or the turning of locks. The hoarse overtones squeal like the inside of a slaughterhouse. The droning fundamentals are distant foghorns, or the mourning of an unseen behemoth. A picture thus painted.
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