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Castle Talk
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The Null Corporation
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Everything in Between
Sub Pop
Robyn - Body Talk Pt. 1/ Body Talk Pt. 2
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The Walkmen - Lisbon
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Fat Possum
P.G. Six
The Well of Memory
Amish Records

Rating: 8/10 ?

October 1, 2004
One of my many childhood truisms laid on deluded anthropological grounds, rather than mockery-intended remarks of any kind, and stated that the good people from India were actually born with the red dot on their foreheads.

I also recall my childish skepticism on how a squirrel could possibly endure in a chaotic environment like New York. And while I could rely on Apu (the Simpsons character) to prove me wrong for the first one, the squirrel issue remains pretty much unsolved.

Also: why do people tend to use words like "decease" or "perish" when someone actually died? If someone died, he or she is dead; I see no point in applying a euphemism. And to be perfectly honest I find it more accurate (and more sympathetic too) to just say that someone died.

There's a redundancy that very often occurs in music reviews. When you say a certain band sounds like Godspeed You! Black Emperor, because their approach is cathartic, sprawling and overall atmospheric, you're just being tautological, for each and every ensemble resembling GY!BE has got to be cathartic, sprawling and overall atmospheric -- even though the inverse does not always apply. Anyway, this is something that I actually do, so there's no point in making a huge argument out of this issue.

But what really inebriates me is a project, hailing from the lo-fi roster, which falls prey to its minimalist ambitions and delivers a conceptual work of sorts, bound to become a must-have record amongst music freaks. And this is precisely what happens with The Well of Memory by P.G. Six, which is a good thing, of course. Kicking off with the first part of the track that names the album, this is a sonic narrative that fills in the gaps of any given listener's dreamlike, sleeptime thrust. In fact, the whole potential of this record can only be fully experienced when you give it some time to rest in your mind.

When you press the play button, the music starts to grow densely in the room, makes a mammoth twist at a certain point, and suddenly engulfs into a state of slow mayhem, sonic exploration and psychedelic snapshots of beautiful mermaids and falling angels. If anything, The Well of Memory is a dichotomized, parallel universe of both wonder and pernicious, silent terror - almost like a pervasive storm playing dice with the fate of a small boat's crew. If sounds can give you an olfactory perception of words spoken or sung, then tracks like "Old Man on the Mountain" and "Evening Comes" have an encompassing sensorial appeal that will hit both your aural as well as your olfactory channels.

I could go on by sorting out this tune here or this sound fragment there, but the decisive point here is that multi-instrumentalist Patrick Gubler's P.G. Six goes along the same way that Fairport Convention and, more recently, Six Organs of Admittance and the wonder boy Devendra Banhart helped pave. And, quite frankly, tracks like "A Little Harp Tune" and "Considering the Lateness of the Hour" really speak for themselves. Give this record enough time and space to grow inside the atonal part of your brain, and you will be ecstatic by the hazy, purple, immense skies rendering your experience. Serving almost like an introductory chapter to your free-folk studies, this is an overwhelming, morale-boosting or your money back kind of thing.

Reviewed by Helder Gomes
Currently living on the south bank of the Tagus river, in Portugal, Helder Gomes is a working class hero. He is a journalist for the local radio station Rádio Nova Anten. In his spare time, he skates and watches many odd movies. He is in love with the French nouvelle vague, and the Danish/Swedish invasion. He writes for a number of publications, on the Internet or otherwise, notably the underground Portuguese magazine Mondo Bizarre, and the Jazz Review website. He is also the news collector and a staff witer for the adorable Lost at Sea. Oh, and there is also the Coffee Breakz radio show that he tries to host every Saturday.

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