The sound of silence…

Supersilent
8
(Rune Grammofon; 2007)

Anyone who's heard A Love Supreme (1963) — or hey, Lift Yr. Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven (2000) — should have some idea of the spiritual associations, however loosely defined, of music that falls loosely into these sub-genres. What always struck me about free jazz, in particular, was how it conveys both spiritual ecstasy and chaotic dread at the same time. Y'know, just like how the words "rapturous" and "apocalyptic" carry very different connotations but mean essentially the same thing. Supersilent's latest title-less masterpiece — the follow-up to 2003's equally incredible 6 — comes dangerously close to being the essential document of that non-juxtaposition; a perfect intersection of free improvisation, electroacoustic experimentation, and the dramatic arc of post-rock.

— Joel Elliott

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