Kyle Bobby Dunn: processing of unspecified orchestral instrumentalists
When it‘s cold, it comes slow / It is warm, just watch it grow / all around me.
Your host has not flown over the cuckoo’s nest (yet). It’s only that the first line of this famous Genesis tune from The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway fits like a glove to a vague description of the music of Kyle Bobby Dunn, and in particular to several portions of this album from 2008 (*) which – in case the elusive implication was lost – is extremely rewarding in its heartwarming melancholy, even more in view of the stark contrast between Dunn’s deeply evocative acoustic matter and some of his past and recent titles (want to tell me something about Boring Foothills Of Foot Fetishville? A genuine must, and I still have to listen to that track).
Let’s get serious for a minute. There are drones that stimulate the loss of individual feelings through the use of lower frequencies and drones where the highest pitches predominate. This artist’s production belongs to the latter category, Fragments And Compositions Of being not an exception. Press play and the slowness goes on, mainly via day-long washes of outspread resonances, not radically dissonant but absolutely never viscous, most definitely ear-pleasing. At the right juncture, the outcome can be poignant like a gradual summer sunset.
When the piano appears – for example, in the resplendent “An Extension” – the old historiographer calls back to mind ancient glories such as Tim Story’s Wheat And Rust, although Dunn’s creations – also bathing in the waters of redolence – incorporate tendencies to micro-conflicts deriving from close notes whose harmonics bump their elbows over the course of fluid canons and/or reiterative counterpoints (“Miranda Rights”, remotely linkable to certain pages from the Stars Of The Lid book). Our imagination does the rest. Could be blasphemous, but the inclination to think that nowadays my nod would go to KBD’s output against a sizeable amount of historical ambient (and related areas) releases is growing stronger. “Maturity” is the keyword, humorous names or not.
(*) Originally published by Sedimental. You can read my Paris Transatlantic review at that time, and compare at your pleasure. It remains a great outing.