ARTICLES
Listening Post: E. Honig
Label Profile: Ad Noiseam

ALBUMS
Leo Abrahams
Ammoncontact
Anka
Lloyd Barrett
Beach House
Bibio
Christina Carter
Davis & Jerman
Ecstatic Sunshine
Ensemble
Fluorescent Grey
Freiband
[guÿôm]
Chris Herbert
Home Video
Larvae
Lullabye Arkestra
Mathieu / Schaefer
MONO & w. end girlfriend
My Robot Friend
Nicolay
Pieter Nooten
Nuccini
Obfusc
Objekt4
Over the Atlantic
Para One
Proem
Red Sparowes
The Remote
Root 70
Florencia Ruiz
Ryuichi Sakamoto
Alan Sparhawk
Andy Stott
Thumbtack Smoothie
Tortoise
Triosk
Vlor

COMPILATIONS/MIXES
Ad Noiseam 2001-2006
Another Generic Sampler
Bip-Hop Generation 8
Diary of a Sweet Day
Idea Hoard Uncut
Innature
Morrow Choral Orchestra
Noise Factory Vol. 3
Squadron 2
Warp Works

3"/7"/10"/12"/EPs
Alias & Tarsier
Audion
Caroline
Home Video
Iz & Diz
Sami Koivikko
Mai
Mathhead
Monomachine
Narcotic Syntax
Quinoline Yellow
Sigur Rós
Samartzis & English
Samartzis & Inada
Andy Vaz
Andy Vaz Remixes
Waterprotection

Red Sparowes: Every Red Heart Shines Towards the Red Sun
Neurot

Red Sparowes' hour-long epic Every Red Heart Shines Toward the Red Sun is split into eight sections but is best experienced as one long and oft-anthemic journey. Many ‘instrumental rock' albums incrementally build towards their first peaks; this second full-length by Red Sparowes' flouts convention by opening with bass-driven thrust and raw guitar crunch, the group hell-bent on flattening everything in its path at the first available opportunity. Incidentally, the group's name doesn't originate from Chairman Mao Tse Tung's late-‘50s order that China's sparrows be exterminated in order to maximize production, a move that resulted in crop decimation by locusts and a subsequent famine that killed 43 million of starvation (though the album itself was inspired by such events), but from T.S. Eliot's Preludes: “And when all the world came back / And the light crept up between the shutters / And you heard the sparrows in the gutters / You had such a vision of the street.”

Not surprisingly, the quintet's three-guitar attack dominates throughout, with immolating six-string choirs screaming and howling but then just as quickly dropping to a hymnal whisper. Though there are intermittent episodes of graceful calm (in particular the piano-laden interlude “And By Our Own Hand Did Every last Bird Lie Silent” whose quietude almost startles when it appears after 40 roaring minutes), what you'll remember most is the shredded, apocalyptic roar the group generates during the album's most throat-slashing moments.

October 2006