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It's time to talk about Yurt, a powerful trio dedicated to practicing a an electrifying form of eclectic rock which mixes space-rock, stoner, progressive psychedelia, and old-school heavy rock. Formed in 2006 by Steven Anderson, (guitar, synthesizer and voice) Boz Mugabe (bass, synthesizer and voice) and Andrew Bushe (drums), Yurt say that their musical ideology is strongly focused on 'conducting experiments in the broader areas of prog rock' so they say on their myspace page. The first recording by the band, EGE ARTEMIS YURTUM was released in December 2009 and two years later, also in December, came its follow-up ARCHIPELAGOG. We can consider the two records as two paths in a musical journey signified by energy, intensity and magic.
EGE ARTEMIS YURTUM begins with an aura of nocturnal splendor and stoner tendencies in FLIGHT OF THE INTERGALACTIC MALLARD; the virile strength expressed in the instrumental framework finds its perfect companion in the robust rhythmic structure developed underneath. The Guru Guru of KANGURU would have been proud to devise this agile storm of rock, but this accolade goes to Yurt in the third millennium. RUN THE GAUNTLET, the following track, capitalizes on this strength in a kind of hybrid between Hawkwind, Blue Oyster Cult and Black Sabbath. After these nine minutes of resounding and unnamable viscerality, follows 11 ¾ minutes of BUSHMEAT, with more of the same. The group seems very comfortable adjusting and reinforcing the nuts of its torturous psychedelic machinery, and in fact, BUSHMEAT develops an imposing revitalization of the sophisticated rudeness, which has prevailed thus far. MOG’S BRAIN TUMOR DIAGNOSIS and THE FEAR OF ALL SUMS, the two following tracks take up the remaining 27 minutes of the album. They reap this sophisticated harvest and translate the essential forcefulness of the trio to epic new levels. MOG’S BRAIN TUMOR DIAGNOSIS provides us with an effective inference of well-defined motives, starting with a deployment of viscerality well attuned to the ideology of heavy prog, which then passes into a rougher section where the rhythm section adopts an almost ceremonial attitude. The intervention of the vocals signals the next transition to a new section where the band reformulates its initial intention, whereby the triangulation of the neurotic riffs of the guitar and the urgent pulsing of the dual rhythm section fills all the spaces as they expand into the ether. With the soundscape so incendiary and frenetic, the groundwork is prepared to generate a coda where the defensive resources serve to give a fresh turn to the permanent intensity. For its part, THE FEAR OF ALL SUMS takes charge of consummately concreting the wishes of the trio to reach new levels in a magnificent climax. The key to this is that the group adopts a true halo of elegance as a coating on its essential roughness, incorporating large amounts of layers of synthesisers at some points, maintaining more graceful rhythm cadences in others, opening up space for the development of ornamental space-rock in some interludes, as well as extensive chaotic passages where the group plays with exploring the possibilities of deconstruction. Its 17 ½ minutes of sonic exaltation is where the record reaches its conclusive pinnacle.
We now reach the second disc, ARCHIPELAGOG. The homonymous piece takes up the first 14 ½ minutes of the album, and from this starting point we note a group that is more streamlined and refined in its manner of exploring its psychedelic voyages, the fluid branching of the diverse jams, the engineering of the rhythm section and the arrangements which recycle corny (?) rock on course into a special excellence of sonic mass, at the same time as preserving the true vitality which is the registered trademark of this trio. Next comes THE WRETCH, a track which displays a shooting viscerality after a pregnant intro, the pulsing theme sustained over an insistent mechanical rhythm makes the track sound like a type of NEU!-esque reconstruction of jams inspired by Hawkwind and Ash Ra Tempel. RAT NEBULA is an interlude of little more than three minutes where the group explores an energetic jam of Arabic details, opening the way to XERIC ASCENSION, on par with an opera as a perfect appendix for the electrifying glare of THE WRETCH. XERIC ASCENSION is a 13 minute long piece which once again positions the band in a creative position that allows them to direct their rivers of lysergic energy on the shoulders of various rhythms through consistent environments full of energy. Patently retaking the fierce content of the first two tracks, especially creating a link with the muscular sophistication of the first one, it can be added that the group increases its hooks in this piece, making it especially striking at the punch (?) which continues to create along with the diverse sections of this piece, there are certain passages where a certain whiff of Black Sabbath filters through in the middle of all this psychedelic-progressive adventuring. Here we have the zenith of this album. With A DYSTOPIAN GYRE they reveal to us a point of floating electronic sounds, a brief random journey which gives way to the magic hallucination of CICADA, the monumental piece that takes up the last 19 minutes of the album. The first part of CICADA is based in a ceremonious reasoning over a semi-slow compass, adorned with organ scales, much like Pink Floyd, circa 68-71. A little after the three minute mark, the group takes a new turn to visceral rock, in the style of Hawkwind. A little later the group turns to a new dimension of cosmic improvisation and muscular pulsating, which has a lot of Floyd, kraut and cybernetic dimensions. This section closes lavishly, with an air of expectation marked by the interaction between the cosmic layers of synthesizers and the effective beating of the drum. But what seems to be the final solution is in reality a passage towards the reprise of the pulsating section which we found earlier, articulated in a voracious rocker's glare in the style of a ship sailing to the moon to crash on a crater and generate a true satellite armageddon. At the end of the experience of CICADA, it's clear that its role is to provide a second and definitive climax to the album.
Based on our balance sheet of EGE ARTEMIS YURTUM and ARCHIPELAGOG, Yurt appear as a group that knows how to maintain fixed on truly familiar terrain without forgetting to create a fresh sound with each new turn that takes place in the expansion of a particular piece. They have the confidence and excellence necessary to maintain a vibrant musical position in the middle of strict coordinates, which they choose as their modus operandi in their rock creativity. Prog psychedelic which obsessively longs for these times of emergency and rearranges the slopes of psychedelia and space-rock in the progressive genre, this is what is offered up by yurt, and what we should welcome and appreciate, and wait respectfully for future recordings - 8/10
Original review HERE ...
Original review HERE ...
Posted by BOZ MUGABE at 6/24/2012 07:09:00 PM