Spring Heel Jack - Disappeared (CD) - Thirsty Ear

Originally published on isnotwas.com

The London-based drum ‘n’ bass boys John Coxon and Ashley Wales (aka Spring Heel Jack) have been staying plenty busy. Their album Treader was released to good reviews early last year, and they've just released an EP with Low, “Bombscare,” which also garnered critical acclaim. And now Disappeared appears.

This new disc opens with some almighty banging and clanging in the form of “Rachel Point,” a single you could quite effectively to wake yourself up with in the morning. It sounds like short bursts of cannon fire followed by something like God playing his great xylophone in the sky. Then a muted trumpet sneaks in, and the whole thing starts sounded sinuous and more than little sneaky. There’s some martial drumming and screeching interference thrown in for good measure, too. This sucker careens along like a Mack truck laden down with broken-up asphalt headed the wrong way down a one-way street. And it sounds great all the way.

Disappeared is a muscular album. “Mit Wut” (German for “With Fury”) begins with what sounds kinda plaintive whale calls, but they’re soon muffled by down-n-dirty beats, which are in turn strangled by some wiry electric guitar. There’s definitely a hard industrial edge to tracks like these first two and the longest track, “Galina.”

On “Disappeared 1,” Coxon and Wales reveal that the “bass” in drum ‘n’ bass also means bass clarinet, and this may be the only drum ‘n’ bass release to feature that instrument this year. The clarinet sounds lovely in a melancholy sorta way. It’s intermittently interrupted by what sounds like a litter of muted, whinging kittens. This ain’t drum ‘n’ bass anymore; it’s avant-garde jazz.

Other instruments wander into the mix on this disc, too, trumpets particularly and some percussion that sounds like a bunch of people clapping vinyl-soled shoes on a gym floor. Here and there, the music even has an Underworldish quality to it—especially “Bane,” a great track, whose guitar loop, sounds like it was practically lifted from Underworld’s Second Toughest In The Infants album.

Spring Heel Jack are always being told their music sounds like a soundtrack to a spy movie. So could Disappeared be the soundtrack to a lost James Bond flick? Well, it could be if Bond were still a 6’4” manly man instead of that slender sapling of a bloke, Pierce Brosnan. This is James Bond if he drank black coffee, smoked cheap cigars and did Quaaludes when there were no ladies to be found. This is Sean Connery with an earring, a coupla tatts sleeving his arms and a few shots of tequila under his belt.

Rating: 8/10

Robert Stribley

 

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