15 March 2011

Harps of Fuchsia Kalmia - Burning with your old joy in the terminal sun (Ikuisuus, 2009) // The Angular Accelleration Of Light In The Mind Of Dead Uncle In Michigan (Reverb worship, 2009) // Fractal Psych-Obsessions For Rural Chaos (267 lattajjaa, 2009) // Time of love doesn't converge with the system of evil (A Beard Of Snails Records, 2009)


Salvatore Borrelli is the man behind post digital/textural outfit ( etre ). His work as Harps of Fuchsia Kalmia is long-needed break from this music, and a foray into other influences, mentors, and the concept of naturalism. Combining acoustic guitar, flutes, and a wealth of other hand-crafted country-specific instruments, Borelli infuses all of his influences into a sprawling folk-tinged 50 minute improvisation (all of the guitars being recorded in one night during a volcanic eruption near Borrelli’s home).

The guitar improvisations (often stumbling in and out of rhythmic and melodic spells) make up the backbone of this release, as others (including Celtic Drone Harp, Shruti & Squeeze boxes, Dulcimer, Esraj, and Irish bouzouki) often flush in and out--either in tonal perpendicularity or syncing up with the erratic journeys of the guitar. Working around the single guitar improvisations provides Borrelli with a more straight-forward narrative, and what keeps the album compelling is when all the instruments suddenly find themselves in sync rhythmically (even for brief spells). Though Borrelli wishes to invoke “the states of mind of Maya Deren, Carole Schneemann, George Bataille and Derek Jarman”, it is best to view and judge the piece on what Borrelli, in his own words, attempted to accomplish: “the spirit of play between free improvisation and the accuracy of composed parts without making any compromises”.

Does it accomplish this? Yes, and quite expertly, but mostly right smack in the thick of it, as it takes some time warming up to what you are embarking upon. Like any experiment under these parameters, a musician can either lose his or herself in wandering, or more dangerously, lose the listener. Again, Borelli smartly has a set selection of instruments from the get-go, thus every wandering path, every new rhythmic or melodic strain is in some way familiar. This makes the journey more readily taken, allows for degrees of emotional investment, and makes close listening deeply, deeply rewarding. 7/10 --John Ganiard on Foxy Digitalis


Harps of Fuchsia Kalmia is an artist among the handful of Italian weird-folk artists such as Selaxon Lutberg, Donato Epiro, Architeuthis Rex, Valerio Cosi, and We Wait for the Snow that are often associated with the Italian label, Centre of Wood. Each artist, however, ought not to be lost in the lumping together of their common association. Harps of Fuchsia Kalmia is no exception. This project, which is the brainchild of Salvatore Borrelli ( e t r e ), unquestionably stands out, making its own autonomous mark on the experimental folk scene. Harps comes full-blast with its own sound of avant-folk-forest tracks. It boasts a “new form of rural psychedelia.” And a new form it is indeed. I have never heard anything like this before. It is a cross between blue grass, drone, and noise (made with traditional instruments). I appreciate its purist approach, sans major electronics. You really get a taste of the rural countryside in a very improvisational, avant-garde way. It is easy to spot the instruments used in this one: guitar, banjo, lyre, harps, organ, ukulele, brass, cymbals, and many others. Any strings are either plucked or bowed. On top of all the instruments are hints of field recordings and vocals. The vocals almost sound like Ilyas Ahmed’s highs minus the intelligible word annunciations. Instead, any voice is used as an instrument itself. No focus on lyrical poetry, but rather the emphasis is placed on the sound of the vocal chords themselves. There’s only a track or two that might challenge this statement as lyrics seem to emerge. However, I still think that Borrelli cares more about the sound of his voice than the words. I’ll let him tell me otherwise. Definitely intriguing.

Now, to the actual sound of the CD itself… An intrusive discordant dance of spattered notes from instruments that have long since been tuned. Drones are birthed by long strokes of gliding bows. Almost sounds like a warm up session for some kind of early pagan folk songs. Although sometimes demanding upon the listener, I really dig this. Somehow all the cacophonous elements work together to create a unified whole that is very satisfying. Props to Borrelli for offering up such an enigmatically pleasurable release. Standard Reverb Worship card sleeve with minimal paste-on art and separate track list sheet. 8/10 --Dave Miller on Foxy Digitalis  

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