Stuart McKay. 'Dripwatch' c20

Astonishing programme of unreal folk music and pyre mantra from Elsewhere. McKay’s delicate but inflammatory monument to cross-rhythmic acoustic guitar radiance, ligneous ragas and ruling tunes made from hardly anything is the lesson. The works are drumlike in their tolling and reiterative minimalism. Syncopated and layered interplay is strikingly cathartic but really really disquieting. Eloquent and angelic but kind of irate as well!? Shamanic voices evaporate from a sophomore song that becomes a Gamelan of aquatic and bitcrushy chimes. The harp-like contours of another one slowly crumble into a plucky microscopic breakdown before re-erupting as a luminous, tintinnabulating helix. Really good and not as obfuscate as my description!? Dungeon Taxis 8