I love John Cohen. His eponymous release on Net-Lab is awesome and this one is even better… I love his music so much, that I couldn’t think of a single thing to say about this release that didn’t sound massively biased (we’re in Dead Fader together) or just plain sycophantic. So instead, I pasted (below) a badly translated paragraph from a review by French musician and writer Stephane Obadia [aka Nudist with Laptop (Wrong Music) and Rob Steady (Net-Lab) – if you fancy your french, the full review is linked below.
How to describe it; it’s like after a great cataclysm… a few scattered traces of life on the earth’s surface. And there, we try to get in touch with our loved ones. It’s very cinematic listening this music is like seeing a film in a blockbuster with lots of bass… really full… Except that you are urged to imagine behind your eyelids, behind the deluge of sound John, the Apocalypse according to Cohen, is complacent in the dark, hoping, destroying everything. It is just a magnificent universe projected by the brain of this young man of 18, the age when he recorded this disc… And I can not help but find it incredible to make a record like this at 18. I can not help but imagine that it would do him a world of good to listen to something like this:
… or offer him a home for life in a haunted southern England castle, for it saves a lot of great hymns and other large pieces of this kind. Beaches in the area where violence is always latent (sometimes it looks like a storm in the mountains), benefits for wandering ghosts on the premises of their misfortunes.