During the late 90s this trio got together to record. What emerges are
fine tones and incidental virtuosity. Mark Spybey (Dead Voices on Air)
joins Ontario’s Christina Sealey and Richard Oddie of Orphyx to
barricade the listener with crispy ambience from eleven unnamed tracks.
The dream is fluent when radio frequencies and voices are introduced to
the mix. The voices are muffled, like those in a 60s noir film, but the
bass makes them wraithlike. Chanting, both haunting and spirited,
transposes the overall weight of the recording. Ears float away with
the bodiless vocals. The atmosphere is pure serenity with strewn glints
of baroque flair, and if this were a flying being it would be in
hovercraft mode. Spybey makes a fine return to establish an all too
infrequent dialogue with his captive audience proving that hibernation
is in accordance with bright new ideas. These ideas have established a
new ring on world music, with his own variety of echoisms ostensibly
brought back from centuries of folklore, haunted tongues, alive and
well. Systems are manipulated and tested and for incidental moments
there are reflections of E.A.R. or of their fellow colleagues
Spiritualized warming up right before a big orchestral barrage. SOS
have created their own mélange of Celtic and Javian percussion prepared
with assorted Indian rhythms. As a snake myself (b. 1965) I must say I
am charmed.
SOS is OUT NOW on Disques HushHush.
