Label: Fire Records Release date: 06/12/10 Link: Official Site Buy: Amazon I have never met an album that has completely thrown me for words before, but this entropic tangle by Bardo Pond has done exactly that and I have no idea whether I like it or not or what to say about it. In one listen it’s awful – there have been times that I simply couldn’t listen to any of it – the instruments and singing come in at entirely random points, things are out of time and then suddenly it gets epic for no reason, or it simply goes nowhere and takes 21 minutes of my time to get there. It’s confusing to say the least, and quite simply, has no semblance of consistency, either between songs or between beats. But on other occasions I’ve been so enthralled and enveloped in its hazy psychadelia that I completely lose track of time and have no idea how long each song takes. It can lull you in and take you on a journey – despite the fact that things come in at random points, the singing has some weird and crap lyrics that somehow make sense despite everything. I mean, I know the whole point of Bardo Pond is that they’re off their faces on psychedelics and hash all the time, but this stuff can go from nothing to something in seconds, and it makes no sense. Nothing on this album makes sense or is consistent. It’s entropic and hazy and sounds like the soundtrack to a trip, which has yet to decide whether it’s good or bad. The whole thing brings to mind what would happen if DJ Screw got his hands on some post rock. It’s slowed down, hazy as anything and completely enveloped in its own world. There’s no middle ground here, it’s an assault on your ears and sensibilities that you have to adjust to; Bardo Pond will compromise on nothing. Once you get into it, get hooked, without any interruptions, it’s hard to stop listening. You can’t listen to anything else, it’s all boring compared to this. It’s like when you first ‘get’ The Stooges or The Doors or someone like that and you think “Shit, everything else pales in comparison to this”. Obviously it doesn’t and you’ll be playing something crappy like Interpol the next day, but it’s that sort of feeling. But it’s like that half the time you listen to it, and the other half makes no sense, which is the problem. If an album’s quality was ever more changed by the mood of the listener, I’ve not heard it. It really does challenge, but it’s impossible to rate. You have to hear it, and then hear it in another mood, and then try another before you can understand it. Else it’s pretentious nonsense. Photobucket // Photobucket