#wax machine

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Face of All - Wax Machine

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Wax Machine :: Hermit’s Grove

Over the course of its first side, Hermit’s Grove answers the question of what a collaboration of Pharoah Sanders, Ian Carr, and Caetano Veloso would sound like. By the time you reach this conclusion, the group launches into a stoney rendition of Baden Powell and Vinicius de Moraes’s “Canto de Iemanja.”

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Wax Machine - Birdsong

Brighton çıkışlı grup Wax Machine, 20 Mart’ta Earthsong of Silence adlı ilk uzunçalar albümünü paylaşacak. Psychedelic temelli olmak üzere, caz ve krautrock türlerinden de etkilenen topluluk, Birdsong kaydını duyurdu.

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Springtime - Wax Machine

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Guardians Of Eden - Wax Machine

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All I Can Do - Wax Machine

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Shade

Wax Machine · Song · 2020

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Wax Machine — Earthsong of Silence (Beyond Beyond Is Beyond)

Earthsong of Silence (PRE-ORDER) by Wax Machine

Tropicalia, Latin jazz, funk, krautrock and psychedelia collude in trippy grooves anchored by bumped up bass, but shooting off arcs of bent guitar and flashing flute. Wax Machine hails, improbably, from Brighton, England, but evokes southern hemisphere lysergics like Os Mutantes and Guaxe and, going further north, the incendiary jazz funk of Santana.

Band leader and guitarist Lau Ro is half Brazilian, which may account for the fever-dreaming jungle haze of Wax Machine’s sound. But Isobel Jones contributes in a large way, with wafting, chanted vocals and an antic, syncopated jazz flute, and Toma Sapir adds the heat in wildly inventive, slanting, stop-stepping drumbeats.  Go Kurosawa from Kikagaku Moyo engineers the mix, bringing out the granular complexities in these snake-y grooves. “Shhh” ushers in a sense of wonder in the slow psychedelic bloom of wah wah’d guitars, jingling chimes and nodding bass, but it’s with “Shade” that the band settles into its mesmeric groove, a hot pulsing reverie of dub-echoing bass, jazzy guitar and mantric words, widely and precisely spaced.

The flute gives a whiff of Jethro Tull, as do the thick grinding bass riffs of “Truth,” and the muscular, guitar-driven folksiness might put you in mind of Wax Machine’s fellow Brits in Wolf People. There’s a trace of Khruangbin’s sleepy hypnosis in cuts like “Patterns” and of a wholly British whimsy (think XTC) in “Time Machine.” This music should feel like pastiche, but it has a winding, kudzu-like style of its own that covers up its forbears in massive vegetal growth.  

In “Turiya” a blissed out bass line plots anarchy with antic, limber, off-beat-heavy drums, while a sax blows out squeaks and squalls and a man and a woman trade reverb-shrouded phrases. The cut slouches and swaggers and picks its funk-stopping way through hot, steaming tropical jazz forests, and if it doesn’t seem quite real that’s because the colors are too bright, the air too humid, and we are definitely not in Brighton anymore.

Jennifer Kelly