The Advisory Circle ‎– From Out Here

Ghost Box ‎– GBX021 CD
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Comes in a matte six-panel digipak.

This CD version features three more tracks than the vinyl LP (Tracks 9, 18 and 19).

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April 15, 2017

The Advisory Circle hail from an experimental electronic label, delivering a not so hazy, but attention holding pattern of music with their followup to As The Crow Flies. While quite good, in the manner I acknowledge that Frank Zappa is quite good, listening to From Out Here is both interesting and compelling, though not always within the same breath, as it’s difficult to merge their concepts into a whole, centering on a complete context, and establishing their single vision.

The Advisory Circle has no singular vision going on at any time that I am able to discern. One could easily make the argument that any of the currents moving through their production is the defining element, I could also say that what they deliver is akin to having an established base of sound onto which they’ve scanned the radio dial, settling in momentarily onto something that sounds interesting, and then moving on. If you’re at all aware of the other material delivered by the Advisory Circle, you’ll instantly be aware that From Out Here is laid down with a much broader brush, with musical colours chosen from a more expansive and varied palette, with epically short tracks with no music, merely the ticking of clocks that create patterns within rhythms. At other times you’ll find what sounds like disembodied crackling static laden spoken word lifted from a vintage 78 record that’s been recently unearthed, while on other tracks [Dare I refer to them as songs?] the message is laced with the atmosphere of early computer generated recordings.

After serious consideration, I’m feel that the only description for these songs, is to refer to them as ‘passages,’ as doors that are opened and closed, some rather quickly, creating great divisions, with elements that feel as unfinished as sections of peeling veneered wood, where the band zeroes in on the smallest aspects rather than the whole, making this outing tightly controlled, impossible to find a reality within, and nearly spherical in its nature … all of which means that the listener is required to work their way in from any point on that sphere, where the listener must make an ‘effort’ to find their way in, as the only invitation is the fact that this body of work exists in the first place.

With the album nearly impossible to define, you will discover elements of Kraftwerk that merge with the dark melancholy of Spacemen 3, though these sorts of reference points are only momentary, essential only in moving these passages forward, rather than defining them … yet as a listener, you will stumble on these aspects believing that you’re standing on firm ground, with something recognizable under your feet, only to have it swept away by a zip-line of other elements that shatter you illusionary vision, where your momentary comfort zone is both jettisoned and transformed. All of that being said, the release is surrounded by a hazy darkness, not so much of gloom, but that of a dream within a dream, a subconscious walk though a collage of bits and pieces that lay scattered across the the floor, or more aptly, floating just above it, from which you struggle to make sense. And therein lies the true nature and genesis of From Out Here, that being that there is no sense to be made of it, there is no linear movement, no collection of thoughts that can be strung together to complete an image, no defining moments, no moment for that matter that is any more important than the one that proceeded it, or the that came before. The album exists without context or form, and only in allowing From Out Here to control you, where you give yourself over to an endless series of undefined visions, into which you willingly allow yourself to fall, will you discover that The Advisory Circle is giving you a chance to discover a nature within yourself.

… it’s all armchair radiophonics, polished with a silvery bright fidelity that shatters the notion of time.