Saturday, June 12, 2010

[TYPE 050] On - Your Naked Ghost Comes Back At Night (Album) CD 2009

On - Your Naked Ghost Comes Back At Night
Label: Type Records
Catalog#: TYPE050
Format: CD, Album, Reissue
Country: UK
Released: 21 Jul 2009
Genre: Electronic
Style: Dark Ambient, Drone

Credits: Artwork By [Layout] - Radu Prepeleac
Drums, Percussion, Piano - Steven Hess
Guitar [Prepared, Electric] - Sylvain Chauveau
Mixed By - Helge Sten
Photography - Shawn Convey
Recorded By, Mastered By - Jeremy Lemos
Notes: Recorded at Acme Studios, Chicago, July 2003.
Mixed at Audio Virus Lab, Oslo, December 2003.

1 Your Naked Ghost Comes Back At Night And Flies Around My Bed 7:02
2 Erotique 6:02
3 Too Many Demons Still Haunt This Land 6:48
4 Oh Run Slowly 5:54
5 Façade 12:08
6 In The Forest Of The Night 8:08
7 The Lonesome Poetry Of Mark Rothko 17:29

*For all intents and purposes, this is the great 'lost' Deathprod album* 'Your Naked Ghost Comes Back At Night' seemed to go fairly unnoticed by the great listening public when it was initially released on a small cd-only pressing by the French DSA label back in 2004, but has since become the stuff of legend. To many this has become one of the great 'lost' death ambient albums, and an all too-rare full-length excursion from one of the most revered producers of the century - Helge Sten, aka Deathprod. As a producer, Sten molds the source material into the kind of menacing analog atmosphere established on his classic 'Morals & Dogma' long-player, leaving you with one of the finest examples of the genre this side of Deathprod's own peerless four-disc boxset. The real beauty of this record lies in the richness of its sound matter: you'll never encounter a drab low-frequency hum on this record. When you gaze beneath the surface you're always sure to make out something buried deeply within its dusky obscurities. Even during its most oppressive moments, such as the writhing, concealed darkness of 'Facade' there's a loaded atmosphere that plays on the mind - its vast sonorous clanking somehow reminiscent of Quatermass II's unseen monstrous mass, thrashing around in the industrial plant's cooling towers. Equally, much of 'Your Naked Ghost...' sounds like being stuck at the bottom of the ocean in a submarine only to hear someone knocking from the outside. It creepily plays on the subconscious in ways most records couldn't possibly hope to, resounding with a hollow metallic quality that conveys the utmost sense of sonic profundity - leaving you with a vacuum you can't help but fill with all manner of gloomy associations. Despite the sinister undercurrents, this is an unmistakably beautiful hour of music. From the penetrating blip narratives of 'In The Forest Of The Night' to the entombed industrial timbres of 'The Lonesome Poetry Of Mark Rothko', every moment of this once desperately overlooked album is incredibly special. In short, it's an absolute must.

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