IMPLODES – ‘Recurring Dream’

implodesIMPLODES – ‘Recurring Dream’
‘Wendy’, the first track from Implodes new album Recurring Dream, functions more as a statement of intent than a musical intro. The statement seems to be: FEEL this music. Not in an emotional sense but in a physical one. It possesses a kind of gravity, as does the album . . . gravity in each sense of the word. By track two Implodes reveal a tuneful, heaviness that suggests an unholy mating of Wooden Shjips and Supertramp (this is a huge plus in my book but feel free to cringe) that shows real fearlessness.   ‘Sleepyheads’ arrives as a brief, droning requiem before the meat of Recurring Dream fully reemerges. As the album unfolds we are treated to nebulous vocals that wander deep in a mix of Hüsker Dü circular saw guitars and a crisp, sparring bass line that calls to mind Peter Hook’s melodic aggravation. It becomes fairly clear at this point that this is an album to be absorbed as a whole. There is something to this music that suggests Hawkwind – not only in its barreling enormity but in its commitment to its themes. Space music doesn’t mean spacey, it means beyond. It sets off into the distance and tries to unfold into that vastness. There is no room for poppy melodies or bouncy progressions because they tend to square off sonic territories. This isn’t a slight because I am a huge sucker for a catchy tune but there is very little room for movement.   ‘Zombie Regrets’ brings again to mind the notion of gravity as it swirls an ellipse around the albums core before the bass of ‘You Wouldn’t Know It’ locks us into the spine of Recurring Dream. Even in its stabile advance it is tested as sheets of squall threaten to tear it asunder. The inscrutability of the vocal mix doesn’t really make sense until ‘Ex Mass’ captures you with its cavernous whisper – this is the voice of the pit. Any brief inertia, or hesitance to surrender, is lost as we are flung into the black hole of ‘Melted Candle’.   I get it – this is head trip music. It’s forced to wander around the fringe of the scene and only really attracts the deeply weird. Having said that I really think this album is fantastic and on par with the really damn good ones. Rock may be low art but that doesn’t mean it can’t take us on a spirit journey down, down and, reassuringly, through.  (9)
MATT CROOKER

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