Doesn’t the universe care about us? Or, to broaden the perspective a little: doesn’t the universe care about anything? And does that even make sense as a question? Lucrecia Dalt approaches it with sober poetic means on her latest LP. Those who still remember the tender night pieces on her album »Syzygy« or were surprised by the open electronic forms on »OU« may well need to massage their ears again when listening to »Anticlines«. Everything is very ordered here. Reduced loops of luminous synthesisers, used with clever restraint, provide the textures over which Lucrecia Dalt utters lyrics – well, she sometimes sings quite distantly in the background – that have something of a robotic surrealism about them. Her titles are somewhat telling: a »Glass Brain«, the »Errors of Skin« and the aforementioned »Indifferent Universe« come to word in this way or at least take on linguistic form. The magic creeps up gradually this time, somewhere halfway between the tentative swaying along to the beat-free groove and the thought of what exactly can be meant by these brittle poems. Or, quite directly, through those filigree, torn-off ringing tones in »Atmospheres Touch«, for example. Probably best listened to with undivided attention.
Anticlines
