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Aided on most of the songs here by Joanne Robertsons vocal counterpoint and Giles Kwakeulati King-Ashongs skittering drums, these songs once again connect to AR Kanes distinct approach to the avant grade thru imperfection. In effect, it feels like Blunt manages to squeeze all the sterile sheen out of overly tasteful music, leaving a throbbing mass of flesh, blood vessels, nerve endings – exposed and beautiful. Its what AR Kane called Kaning (see Dhanveer Singh Brars excellent ‘Beefy’s Tune book for more on this) – and effectively provides a vital riposte to a world in which so much art” is presented and consumed as a form of numbing.
And that riposte requires no explanation – a personal narative woven with little concession to anything – theres not even a tracklisting or credits on the physical formats, instead Blunts ideas are wrapped up in a succession of first grade earworms, string sections here and there, billowing subs – all melancholy and ambiguous bliss.
“Flaws are discontinuities that act as tiny fissures, allowing the dim and distant, diffused gem light of pre-creation to slip thru – it is this that music existed for – a signpost, a reminder, a note. Rudy Tambala / A.R. Kane
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