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| Funny how the world goes round. It wasn't too long ago I was giving
praise to a virtually unknown talent named Disturbed for their "Sicness E.P.".
As I stated in my review, the only bones I had to pick with their release
was the length... or there lack of... Certainly off genre and hoping for a
more artistic longevity, here I sit once again, five years later with the
same hopes for Portland, Oregon's Kieskagato. While I could spend heaps of time listing off examples of such irony, I'll cease, and spend heaps of time talking about Kieskagato's unprecedented hybrid of hollowed genre. With their critically acclaimed 2004 release, "You, Are The One, Who
Can" already glowing brightly on their artist resume, 2005's E.P. release
brings another source of illumination. Like a blending of mixed fruit
juices, all five tracks are smooth tasting with no preservatives. Though fans of Mogwai, Air, Coldplay and many others will gravitate to
this CD, their sound can not be easily compared to any one artist due to the
natural flavoring and almost second nature effort. Every guitar stroke, horn
blown, symbol splash, organ keyed, and vocal intrusion knives through the
polluted cloudage that is currently a very dismal and dark music industry.
Rather than adding to the pollution, it's tracks like "Thursday", and "Well,
Then Alright" that could possibly cause a redefining of genre specifications
all over the world. Track two "Dirty House" begins with a keyboard intro that kicks me back
twenty years to my Sesame Street viewing days. Only his time I'm visualizing
Thom Yorke (Radiohead) jamming playfully with Big Bird (on the horns of
course), Cookie Monster (what else but the drums), and Elmo who takes the
bass. So energetically entertaining, this track is epitome of organized
freedom sessions. So enthralled by the power and positive progression, I am simply waiting
on pins and needles for track five "Straight Line". Brought in with a sweet
little xylophone lead, continuing on, this bed time story is like a rambling
reviewer, never knowing when to quit. To say things get odd from here is an
understatement. Odd in a good way however, as production from the sound
board brings in another façade of elements. Wicked little noises and sounds
that bring everything to a head. by Brian Rutherford |