ZACHT AUTOMAAT

I think it's so cool that Julian Cope knows this band's music and that he referred to them as being Druids whatever that implies. "Museum Robbery" opens with some words before drums, organ, bass and atmosphere take over. I like the organ and drums as this trips along. Piano before 2 minutes as the previous soundscape fades out. Love the spacey winds after 7 minutes with frantic drumming and much more. Electronics galore 8 1/2 minutes in. Some insanity before 15 minutes with a laugh before a circus melody kicks in with drums and bass supporting. Mellotron-like sounds 17 minutes in with experimental percussion. It's more keyboard driven before 19 minutes then some jazzy bass after 20 minutes along with the organ to the end.

"Sterling's Over" opens with crowd noise, a lot of people talking here as keys join in. That noise continues until before 2 minutes when electronics and organ take over. It's more organ led at 5 1/2 minutes then back to the electronics around the 10 minute mark. The organ is back before 13 minutes as the electronics continue. The tempo picks up and it brightens some at 16 minutes before returning to the previous soundscape to end it.

Krautrock from my end of the woods? Kind of cool and if the boys are ever up here they need to look me up.

"Dead Slow" is the 17 minute opener and check out the powerful atmosphere! This is getting close to being apocalyptic. It does settle a minute in and it's kind of spooky. It kicks into an Electronic driven section, it's like were on a train that's rushing out of control. An atmospheric calm follows after 5 minutes. A stark sound dissolves into guitar and percussion after 8 minutes. Check out the inventive animal sound around 10 1/2 minutes. A driving and pulsating sound takes over with experimental noises, keyboards and more. Electric piano and a calm after 15 minutes then an urgent beat 16 minutes in with atmosphere galore before it winds down to the end.

Track two "No Wake" is 18 1/2 minutes long and it opens with organ flights, atmosphere and more. I'm surprised by a walking bass line, like old school Jazz along with keyboards. It picks up before 2 minutes and I'm thinking Electronic again. Some organ runs here too. Piano leads 5 minutes in as it turns uptempo. Interesting sounds before 9 minutes then the organ leads the way with water sounds? Drums and organ after 11 minutes while organ and atmosphere ends it. I'm strangely drawn to this album despite not being into some of the sounds. These guys sure know what they are doing. A solid 4 stars for this soundscape music.

I Can Feel the Mold in Me is undoubtedly one of Zacht Automaat's most atmospheric works, taking the listener on an occasionally charming and sentimental, other times nightmarish and haunting cruise into an alternate past. A past partially familiar, but a past that never was. Might it already be the future? A future? A prophecy? It is a journey through the abstruse, abyssal, ill-lighted human brain. Or is it an Armageddonic journey through the dull, unfeeling 'souls' of once-promising and meaningful human creations and visions? The answers to these question lie within the listener. At times, the music on this record does indeed convey an intriguing vision of what mold could sound like. 'DEAD SLOW, NO WAKE' is a frequent sign on lakes and rivers, demanding an amphibious vehicle to move as slow as possible without losing steerageway. As little sense as the title might ostensibly make in relation to music, if looked at properly, the listener may occasionally find themselves on a boat, which very carefully and slowly sails into the sonic remotes and far-offs.

Every so often, it might be hard to believe the whole album is performed by just two musicians and not a collective or musical monastery. According to the incredibly hard-to-find back cover of the album (which I managed to track down on the band's old MySpace page), Carl Didur handles all keyboard instruments, including the gracefully imperfect-sounding combo organ, synthesizers appearing in a broad plethora of colors, and metallic electric pianos. He is also responsible for the bulldozer-like humming and spacey sweeps of a signal oscillator and drums. The other half of Zacht Automaat, Michael McLean, plays bass as well as acoustic and electric guitars. The back cover also makes mention of him playing drums on some of the tracks. The uncommonly versatile and proficient instrumental performance is one of the album's many trumps (back from when it used to be a positive word). Another one of them is an eminently skillful soundscape sculpture. The duo uses numerous samples, recordings, and other sonic diversions to make the album a deeply intense journey. The fact that Didur and McLean decided to cram all of their tracks and musical themes into two continuously playing side-long landscapes only amplifies the power of the album's sonic veneer. Furthermore, we may also discern many unique or unrightfully unexplored recording and editing techniques, sudden breaks into another track, which, combined with abrupt shifts of musical images, result in somewhat of a mixtape-like effect, being one of them.

Side A, named DEAD SLOW does not conceal its menacing essence, opening with a deadly slow, contemplative, cosmic string-and-organ chord sequence, bringing to mind 1973's Cyborg by Klaus Schulze or the opening credits of an early 1970s underground science fiction psychological noir thriller. The atmosphere gets even more closely-knit and misty with the appearance of gentle cymbal crashes drenched in echoes, phlegmatic oscillator sweeps, and delicate synthesizer drones. A bold, fast-paced drum-and-bass grind starts fading in, slowly monopolizing the sound spectrum. The constantly-growing palette of psychedelic effects does not leave, creating a bottomless sonic landscape in conjunction with the aggressive groove. When it fades out, the synthesizer whirr, accompanied by single notes of what sounds like an eastern precursor of a guitar as well as field recordings of the sea, take its place. This brief prayer to old, indifferent hinterland is being slowly replaced with a static falsetto voice of organ. For me, this symbolizes new hope, virgin life, a newly-born nestling breaking its egg shell. This image is disturbed by one of the most baffling sudden shifts on the album, welcoming an instrumental folk-rock song with a surf guitar melody, reminiscent of The Ventures. This sounds like a nostalgic flashback of early 1960s California. Much like the state's youth culture during the decade, the piece transforms into psychedelic-folk-rock guitar improvisation, akin to The Greatful Dead, gradually diving even deeper into liquid, acid-burned ecstasy. The 'inappropriate' instrumental lechery is stopped by an abrupt peek of the musical epitome of 'the American Dream' - a bright and sunny echoed jingle that could have very well been playing on a gas station in the middle of Arizona in 1958 or could have served as an introduction to an advertisement of the newest laundry machine you would hear in a shopping mall around the period. For once, this moment is not unexpectedly destroyed by another musical picture, but instead, it slowly fades out. The next track sounds like a lighthearted electronic adaptation of a classical piece for children, somewhat similar to Wendy Carlos' achievements on Switched-on Bach. The track features a lot of beautiful synthesizer timbres Carl Didur manages to squeeze out of his instruments. There is, however, a hint of something consciously silly and artificially upbeat in this track, which, for me is even scarier than shrill, sinister soundscapes we hear in other places. The psychopathic quality is boosted with a multi-layered chaotic climax. An uncertain lullaby sounding like an outtake from Can's Tago Mago follows with a sleepy, yet puzzling electric piano solo. Once again, through the use of various effects, it almost sounds as if the main character of the imaginary movie I've mentioned was falling asleep after a day of manic experiences. To end DEAD SLOW, the very cosmic theme from the opening, now escorted by heavy drums and bass guitar, returns, only to remind of itself very briefly.

Side B, NO WAKE, sounds like an early morning of the next day. A distant, reverberated synthesizer plays a military bugle-like melody to help our protagonist open his eyes. Once he does, he is reminded of an enigma or troubles he is facing. A speedy jazz-rock track creates this mood of hurry. It is driven by swinging drums and an elegant bassline with Farfisa-like organ chords on top and then also an absurd-sounding melody played on two organs. This jazzy masquerade is suddenly broken by musique concrète-esque collage of repeating cacophonous noises and only hazy glimpses of the previous theme. This unsettling moment stops when another drum-and-bass organ grind, similar to the one from DEAD SLOW, secures the crown. Even more agile and instrumentally richer than its predecessor, it lends a sense of constant movement. The next track, a short drum machine-guided tune, sounds a bit like a clunky walk through a messy room with hundreds of books opened on the floor. It is, surprise surprise, abruptly disturbed by another mad, loud and chaotic number with a regular pace, energetic bass guitar playing, more flavorful keyboard wizardry, and what sounds like a recording of some fair in the distant foreground. While the party fades out, mechanic, bustling noise fades in, naturally segueing into a beautiful, romantic, and very 1968 cheesy organ-driven song, bordering on the sounds of late-period psychedelic rock and very early attempts of progressive rock. Adjoining is the track which vaguely resembles the slowed-downed jazz-rock tune, which we heard earlier in NO WAKE, but this time around all covered in question marks. In this imaginary movie I am using as an alternative way to describe the atmosphere of I Can Feel the Mold in Me, it would go well with a scene of creeping, peeping, hiding, and espionage. The track changes, but the aura persists. Then, we get a noisy sound collage again. This time, it is set in the higher register . . . and it is much noisier! A few organ notes find enough courage to distinguish themselves from the rest of the fuss and lead to the next segments. The uncertainty of the previous motifs comes back for a brief moment, before slowly fading into the dark. The last track of the album is noticeably calmer, warmer, and, most importantly, meditative. It sounds a bit like an homage to the wonderful, mysterious wilderness. NO WAKE closes with a charming field recording of wind fondling the water. Or are those trees?

I hope I have managed to convey just how dense and atmospheric this excellent album by Zacht Automaat is, consciously cherry-picking the most bombastic, rich, and exaggerated grammar I could think of. (Sorry, but not sorry.) I also hope I successfully and insightfully cast light on this virtually unexplored and unknown, yet phenomenal and fascinating musical outfit at the height of their creativity and proficiency. A completely original masterpiece (in the truest sense of the word) that it is, I Can Feel the Mold in Me (dead slow, no wake), deserves way more attention than it has ever received. And of course, in my view, it demands the highest rating possible. A monumental treasure of 21st century music!