With a title that long, you would expect something pretentious. Â Tarab’s music is on the contrary low key. Â The Australian artist recorded sound in the San Francisco Bay for this album, although you would not know that as there is no mention of this on the release itself. Â The press release is informative and I think that writing would have better used had it been included in liner notes with the actual release. Â The secret location is Angel Island, at one Â time an immigration state and later a Nike Missile site, yet the notes allude to there being other locations as well. Â And location does feature prominently here as the final product focuses on the sounds of rooms, with some additionally recorded by Jim Haynes and Matthew O’Shannessy. Â Jim’s name seems appropriate enough one to bring up when discussing this album as it resembles Haynes’ obsession with rusted structures, decay and the textural sounds associated with them. Â There are sounds from reverberant and seemingly empty rooms, rustling and scraping objects in them and general crunchy sounds. Â The scraping comes and goes but never come together into a greater organization. Â I feel that the compositional structure is too weak to work as a “piece” but has too much interaction and editing to work as a document of place – a pure listening experience. Â There is a bit of mucking about, but it never coalesces. Â There is even a section that appears to use digital delay in contrast to the natural effects achieved through most of the disc. Â To me â€œTake All the Shipâ€¦â€ sounds unfinished and like it needed to be pushed further in one direction or another to come into its own. Â The area it works in has been mined too much to excuse a bland work. Â I can see more sense in going back to older recordings by the likes of Small Cruel Party than revisiting Tarab’s disc. Â As for the visual end of things, the packaging is nice, but nothing exceptional. Â There are worn surfaces and peeling paint inside and out, with the out also including a slipcover. Â The inside cover has a short nautically inspired text which tries to set an atmosphere of doom in disparate sentences that fall between cut-up and Surrealist tendencies, but again don’t stand out.
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