Label: Thrill Jockey Release date: 17/05/10 Link: Official Site Oh Daniel Higgs I don’t know what to do any more. You were so good with Lungfish. And then you decided to play jaw harp, banjo, dulcimer, and adopt a look that aligns you with Gandalf, slightly manic homeless men, and Merlin (in his shop of Mystic Wonders). It’s such a shame that Say God also suffers from being almost too outré. In the early 1960s, the concept of minimalism came to be. Basically started by La Monte Young, and then perfected by Steve Reich and Terry Riley (remember, Philip Glass doesn’t call it minimalism), the droning pulses and general lack of typical structure revolutionized classical music. It’s one of my personal favourite genres, and something that I always find to be captivating and even educational. So when your first song is a twelve and a half minute long drone with warbly vocals, it’s bound to be worth the trouble…right? No, instead it’s a soporific exercise in dullness, Higgs floundering in his own repetition, shouting about hoofs and God over some ‘Tamburas of Pandit Pran Nith’ style backing if it were turned down to a dull buzz. ‘Song for Azariah’ fares better, but then again it’s a modal (and at times, vaguely Japanese) right minute meditation on what sounds like either a very long necked banjo or Appalachian dulcimer. The movement makes this more tolerable than the title track (another drone with spoken word effort). The backing changes a lot, often recalling Eno’s ‘1/1’ at times or even ‘Swastika Girls.’ But the constant inundation of Higgs and the low volume of the backing instead make it a rather dull mantra that is about finding and loving your version of God. It’s enough to make you want to pull hair out…and considering this is an 85 minute long, two disc set there’s enough to soundtrack your viewing of paint dry. There are diehard people who love this, much like anything else. It’s all like Jandek’s spoken word albums, but without Jandek’s imagery and sadness. In place of that, you get endless ramblings that, despite the pain, force a bad rating. I honestly wished this could have been good. Photobucket