The Columbus, Ohio-based three piece Emeralds has, since 2006, been mining the depths of ambient music. Picking up their instruments in the maelstrom that is, both literally and musically, underground experimental, these three men have forged a path through sonic collage and disparate ambient noise.
Early efforts, found on Wagon Tapes and other underground labels, suggest contemplative aesthetics. The music itself is thinking; you can join or not. These early songs also routinely surpassed a dozen minutes. But the music was not bound to that obscure vintage for long.
Their music took on increasingly melodic distinctions; by Solar Bridge, released in 2008, sound collage was replaced with slow building beauty, something that remains a staple of their arsenal. Even this evolved, as demonstrated in the 2009 songs "Living Room" from What Happened and "Passing Away" from Emeralds. Their first release of the new decade takes this growing penchant for melody and turns the dial to 11.
No longer satisfied by the slow build, all but one song on Does It Look Like I'm Here? come under 10 minutes, a startling 180 for a band so steeped in ambient forms. It's not without reward; this disc will almost certainly be their most popular release. The climax of "Candy Shoppe" is M83-esque with its warm synth tones and Dan Deacon-esque with its circular refrain. Yet, the song is still very Emeralds; it is, forgive the pun, refined Emeralds, there essence distilled and purified.
The songs immediately following it and populating the album later, including "The Cycle of Abuse" and "Goes By," find a more authentic Emeralds sound, one obsessed with the music's inner workings and quietude. But soon, "Genetic" hits and swirls, the album's sonic centerpiece. The synth lines that begin a little after four minutes leap out, suggesting that mid-90s electronica touchstone Orbital. If Emeralds had a fourth member with a drum machine, this song would be the hottest jam for the next two months.
The only thing keeping these songs from falling into electronica is the utter artistic insistence that dancing is not a given. If you watch videos of Emeralds, the audience sits, taking in the experience, not unlike a night at the opera. Sure the band rocks out; if they didn't, you'd have no sense that a human had created this music, that instead it was being beamed from outer space directly into your brain, from an alien mothership, bypassing all sonic apparatus, injecting itself into your life under its own agency.
Music is the transitive verb, we the objects by which is transitions.
Emeralds - Candy Shoppe
Emeralds - Genetic
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