March 08 reviews
Reviews from the last 90 days that ran in the mainstream continuously newspapers the Kitchener-Waterloo Record and the Guelph Mercury.
Bibio – Vignetting the Compost (Mush)
In an alternate domain, Bibio is a nice little acoustic folk band, the kind you stumble across at a local café or a tree-laden side level at a folk festival. As it is, the music of this one-man project sounds like the British folk music that Bibio’s Stephen Wilkinson grew up with—if it were being played on old belt machines that were deteriorating during the recording process (much like the compost of the title, perhaps). Everything sounds off-kilter, broken and a wee bit wobbly, which only adds to the preternaturalism and charm of this oddball album, which is firmly rooted in folk traditions but treated with enough psychedelic discombobulation to take it to a whole other elevation. Bibio was discovered by the equally entrancing Boards of Canada; if that duo ditched their synths and drum machines to go unplugged, it might safe something like this. (K-W Record, February 26)
Neko Case – Middle Cyclone (Anti)
That Neko Encase is a powerful singer is a given. That she’s meticulous in the studio is also clear from her increasingly abstract output of minor-key and erratic waltzes. But while she’s always been a fine lyricist, the key step forward on Middle Cyclone is her way with imagistic wordplay, coupled with some of the more private lyrics she’s written in years.
It’s suitable, then, that these dreamlike images are accompanied by dusty music boxes, detuned guitars, a barn full of deteriorating pianos (in fact—as she explains in every recent interview), saxophones, and analog synthesizers, which all take full advantage of the tabula rasa that her open-ended songs require.
Her 2006 album Fox Confessor Brings the Flood, which was years in the making, suffered from the sound of being overcooked: every small moment...

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