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The last few years have given us a chance to gather a sizable chunk of Carl Stone\u2019s older material. A pair of archival releases on this very label reminded us of the reasons for our immediate falling in love with Mom\u2019s way back in 1992. Now it\u2019s time to celebrate, and perhaps dance to the tune of a completely new record.
\nWell, not exactly. Baroo\u2019s tracklist comprises two opuses from 2011, the remaining ones having been composed in 2018. It doesn\u2019t matter anyway; Stone\u2019s researching between the cracks of an intercontinental aesthetic consciousness yields laudable results whatever the age of his sounds. If anything, we could jokingly describe this item as a rhythmically charged \u201cmutant pop\u201d album; however, its interlocking patterns and splintered harmonic elements betray compositional subtleties that might be missed by the casual listener\u2019s (lack of) focus. And yet, the composer himself states his hope for the audience to have fun with this music. Mission accomplished, needless to say: the title track \u2013 an entrancing salsa kaleidoscope that would stimulate Steve Reich\u2019s jealousy \u2013 is alone worth the price of admission.
\nStill, this writer\u2019s favorite is the subsequent \u201cXe\u0301 May\u201d. It is entirely performed on the Electron Octatrack, a small-sized sampling device that can do miracles in the right hands. A persistent \u201cpanther walk\u201d bass vamp is a hook for the mind to coordinate its components; from there on, everything but the proverbial kitchen sink is thrown in by Stone. Pseudo-industrial lo-fi-ness, synthetic substrata, looped-and-bent voices halfway through a misshapen invocation and a muezzin\u2019s Japanese mistress trapped inside a washing machine. These apparently absurd cohabitations, plus the substances distilled from their gradual modification, trigger sensational repercussions.
\nBaroo is a sunray piercing the black clouds and the cold fog to warm human plants whose flourishing is delayed. When you\u2019re down and troubled \u2013 but don\u2019t need a helping hand \u2013 it will work wonders, improving the mood much better than any antidepressant. Keep it close.<\/p>\n
CARL STONE \u2013 Baroo BY MASSIMO RICCI MAY 24, 2019 The last few years have given us a chance to gather a sizable chunk of Carl Stone\u2019s older material. A pair of archival releases on this very label reminded us of the reasons for our immediate falling in love with Mom\u2019s way back in 1992. … Continue reading