Eat Lights Become Lights:
Into Forever:
Rocket Girl:
CD/vinyl/download:
Out now:
★★★★★★★★☆☆
It is said that to make yourself familiar to an audience, you should create such an impression as to almost become the audience as well as the performer. One Neil Rudd lives by this rule, if Into Forever's opening barrage Velocet Vir Nesat is anything to judge by. Talk about a statement of intent - this blistering offensive is capable of stripping paint from walls and while not representative of much of this fourth album, it's a reminder of what Eat Lights have previously dished out on earlier releases, including 2011's super Heavy Electrics and last year's awesome Modular Electrics (prev reviewed here).
ELBL's blueprint is farmed from reliable sources - Tangerine Dream, Cluster, Can and Hawkwind - and mutated into cyclical electrical pulses and full-on steam-hammer wig-outs that can, by turns, trouble and triumph. So when the aggressive Velocet hits the buffers, Bounce Synth and Time Enough ease out of the sidings for a rather less turbulent journey.
Things even enter ambient territory, a la Boards Of Canada or The Orb, with the glimmering Vapour Trails before Rudd sets the controls for the heart of the fuzzbox on You Are Disko. Hands to the lazers? Top one, nice one, sorted? Nope, this is more like the soundtrack to the closure of a troubled Berlin nightclub about to be closed down for one sleazy dalliance too many. Tut tut.
The prolific nature of Eat Lights Become Lights doesn't appear to be its undoing just yet and, on the strength of this latest opus, Rudd may just carry on Into Forever. These lights are truly blinding.
Rocket Girl:
CD/vinyl/download:
Out now:
★★★★★★★★☆☆
ELBL's blueprint is farmed from reliable sources - Tangerine Dream, Cluster, Can and Hawkwind - and mutated into cyclical electrical pulses and full-on steam-hammer wig-outs that can, by turns, trouble and triumph. So when the aggressive Velocet hits the buffers, Bounce Synth and Time Enough ease out of the sidings for a rather less turbulent journey.
Things even enter ambient territory, a la Boards Of Canada or The Orb, with the glimmering Vapour Trails before Rudd sets the controls for the heart of the fuzzbox on You Are Disko. Hands to the lazers? Top one, nice one, sorted? Nope, this is more like the soundtrack to the closure of a troubled Berlin nightclub about to be closed down for one sleazy dalliance too many. Tut tut.
The prolific nature of Eat Lights Become Lights doesn't appear to be its undoing just yet and, on the strength of this latest opus, Rudd may just carry on Into Forever. These lights are truly blinding.