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Richard Youngs, Beyond the Valley of Ultrahits (Jagjaguwar)

Richard YoungsBeyond the Valley of Ultrahits might just be the most improbably great pop album I’ve heard both this year and last. Funnily enough, it’s not exactly a new release, having been issued on CD-R last year in a tiny edition by Sonic Oyster. But Bloomington, Indiana indie Jagjaguwar has just reissued Beyond the Valley of Ultrahits in a gorgeously remastered vinyl edition. Youngs, a stalwart of Glasgow, Scotland’s experimental music scene (and an Other Side of Life favorite), was dared by friend and collaborator Andrew Paine to make a “proper pop album,” and the result is quite striking. Beyond the Valley of Ultrahits features Youngs’ striking multi-tracked singing (an occasional feature of his experimental albums) set to propulsive, electronic-based songs reminiscent of Brian Eno’s 1970s rock albums Here Come the Warm Jets and Another Green World mixed with a 1980s pop aesthetic akin to classic Pet Shop Boys or New Order. While not dance-oriented as those latter reference points, songs such as “Like a Sailor” and “Love in the Great Outdoors” certainly succeed at inserting a gorgeous beauty within the three-minute pop song format.

Listen to “Love in the Great Outdoors” from Beyond the Valley of Ultrahits here.

Buy it from Jagjaguwar here.

Galbraith/Neilson/Youngs, Belsayer Time LP (Time-Lag)

Belsayer Time

This review also appeared in Swingset #8, yadda yadda, etc. etc.

“Idumea,” the first in this collection of haunting songs by Alastair Galbraith, Alex Neilson and Richard Youngs, begins with a steady drone and [Youngs’] Robert Wyatt-esque vocals singing an echo-y melody reminiscent of “House of the Rising Sun.” The trio’s new album, Belsayer Time, is their first together, and will not seem alien to fans of their individual and [other] group works. These three musicians are known best as the cream of the crop of their respective New Zealand and Scotland scenes: Alastair Galbraith has long been a member of A Handful of Dust with the Dead C.‘s guitarist/crank Bruce Russell. Neilson and Youngs were the musicians chosen to accompany Jandek at his first-ever live performance in Glasgow, and both have a long history of making excellent music. (Youngs’ first solo album,Advent, is a favorite in this house).

Together, the three mesh excellently on this album, simultaneously sounding fresh, yet familiar. The first side of Belsayer Time is perfect for a fall evening spent in the company of warm narcotics, while the second [side] begins with a free jam appropriate for all seasons and gets more abstract as the side progresses. Highly recommended for losers who want to drop a lot of money (like me).

Ltd. edition of 900, available from Time-Lag.

Andrew Paine and Richard Youngs, Mauve Dawn (Fusetron, FUSE037) LP

For nearly twenty years, Richard Youngs has confounded collectors of obscure musics with his incredibly singular vision – so singular that it’s difficult for even a seasoned fan to describe – yet all the while sounding completely different with every release. From the early solo classic Advent and the duo masterpiece Lake (with Simon Wickham-Smith) to his more recent, more “accessible” guitar-and-voice work on Sapphie, Youngs has continued to astound listeners with what he’s capable of: beauty, terror, whimsy; sometimes all on the same album. Mauve Dawn, his new duo with Andrew Paine on Chris Freeman’s excellent Fusetron label, is no different. Starting with a heavy drone reminiscent of Ligeti’s pieces on the 2001: A Space Odyssey soundtrack, the title track “Mauve Dawn” announces itself as a primordial blast, an ur-music suitable for either the beginning or the end of the world. Amazingly enough, Paine and Youngs achieve this fantastic heavyosity not with primitive instrumentation, but with electronics, perhaps even, dare I say it, digital signal processing. As the record unfolds into the subsequent songs, the electronics make room for other instruments: bells, voice (clipped phrases here and there), and indecipherable noises. By the second side, the drones have given way to more open spaces, and as a result this side is perhaps the more “modern” of the two. Indeed, some aspects of the second side touch on more resolutely timely laptop-isms, while eschewing the glaringly obvious “hey-lookit-me-I’m-makin’-music-on-a-computer” moves ground into cliché by 10,000 bald geeks-in-tiny-glasses over the past decade or so. This music exists not to demonstrate somebody’s disposable-income purchasing power or even worse some company’s lame software, but because it has to. Knowing Youngs’ and his various collaborators’ music over the years, at this point, I expect nothing less.