Kyle Bobby Dunn & Wayne Robert Thomas - KBD / WRT (2018)

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Title: KBD / WRT
Year Of Release: 2018
Label: Whited Sepulchre Records
Genre: Electronic, Ambient
Quality: FLAC (tracks)
Total Time: 40:12 min
Total Size: 176 MB
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Tracklist:

1. The Searchers 20:12
2. Voyevoda - Wayne Robert Thomas 20:00

Kyle Bobby Dunn's first physical release since 2014's And the Infinite Sadness is a warm, albeit compressed, sequel to that universally acclaimed 3xLP. In "The Searchers", the Canadian composer's sidelong composition is still set adrift in a sea of infinite nostalgia and reflections of past selves but with an ascending lightness that gleams at the contours of Dunn's most personal and affecting work. "The Searchers", named after the John Ford film, meditates on the way in which the imposing expansiveness of the American West worked upon the minds of its inhabitants who fought, lost and did terrible things to each other in their attempt to claim it. The West, like the slipstream of the course of events in a life, offers no resolution and shakes off any narrative that attempts to define it.

"Widescreen scenes are reflected in the music like a sunspot’s glinting corona, and the lighter, brighter approach steps away from the past’s melancholic achings and soul-deep exhaustions. The dusty backdrop is a major influence on the thoughts and actions of those who live out here, a case of the very environment sinking into the gelatinous bones of the drone. The dry, leathery drone produces a cacophonic chorus, a meaty, glimmering and abrasive texture baked in the sun." - Fluid-Radio

"Dunn continues his exploration of the interplay between form and formlessness by conjuring impressionistic images of the American West. Dunn’s gift as a composer is his ability to dive, like an underwater photographer, into the depths of human feeling and return to the surface with snapshots of aspects of the Self which lurk far below the cognitive level of the mind." - Delusions of Adequacy

"Ringing, sustained notes, somehow sourced from an old guitar yet sounding more like the slowly ascending celestial horn section of an orchestra tuning up to the vibrations of the universe, or the cries of hundreds of Geese heard from across thousands of feet of open, reverberating water, begin to blur together over time like the broad brush strokes of memory." - Stone in Focus