Asbestoscape – Self-Titled
It’s rare that a voice comes along on MySpace that’s truly unique. Precedents exist for the UK’s Asbestoscape – the cinematic sweep of Mogwai, the hoover synths of drum ‘n’ bass, the glitchy drums of electronic music five years ago (Tipper comes to mind). But this one-man act is identifiable within seconds after each track starts. Most artists don’t have this quality. Something in the melodies, their simplicity and sadness. Something in the drums, their solidity yet tetchiness. Here is someone who’s synthesized the last 10 years of music into an intensely personal whole. These are seven mini-soundtracks, fully-formed yet potentially endless. “Return” is dark, gleaming, patient, as if Ulver remixed Damnation-era Opeth. “Arctic” plods through Weezer-esque drums, building layers upon layers of Cure and Cocteau Twins guitars. Six-strings hum and glow as a massive edifice – only to fade away. Sweet dreams are made of this. Jesu who?