C. Reider created this excellent solo album in 2003 while in the group Drone Forest; it finally emerges as a self-released project after an inexplicable disinterest from various labels. It recalls KTL with its glassy cold synths wrapping around the scrape of metal and the buried subterranean roar of guitars. ‘Strings’ sounds like great endless buzzing wires, vibrating in a wind. ‘Menos’ has a haunted fridge ambience, abandoned and long forgotten, but still somehow rattling with electricity. ‘At the Monolith’ fizzes with what may be processed voices lost among a humming drizzled pall of hum. ‘Blade of water’ pulses with life, a mottled sickly reptile skin throbbing in lurid close-up. ‘Movaerea’ is comparatively serene, a diaphanous shimmer, expansive, soft and beautiful.
These pieces tunnel through different textures and examine varying approaches to the summoning of drone: sometimes aqueous, often rusted and malevolent. Soaked in an atmosphere of implacable dread, but never merely a schlocky horror-fest, the sound rumbles and whispers from an unseen location, like the weird carved symbol hidden behind the bathroom mirror in Ben Wheatley’s Kill List.
A captivating album of drift and patient subtle noise construction, ‘I’d’ve’ has languished far too long unheard. Allow it into your ears; let it settle behind the wallpaper of your mind as if its always been there, glowing with unobserved peripheral mischief.Get hold of a copy here.