Entlang

The Four Sisters
Entlang
The Four Sisters

Aching, textured, strung-out-deeper-than-the-night drone-pop, moving seamlessly from whispered intimacy to all-out napalm-scorch and back again - yeah there aren't enough hyphens in the world to articulate the godlike genius of Entlang.

Active for four or so years in the 1990s, this shortlived offshoot of The Garbage & The Flowers, also numbering members of Dress, Surface of The Earth and K-Group, self-released two micro edition lathes and contributed one song to a Jewelled Antler compilation before dissolving... leaving behind a small but exquisite body of work which journeys further into the woods, further into a kind of abstract expressionism, than G&TF ever did - but with garage-band humility and guilelessness and flagrant distortion-worship very much intact.

Most of this stuff finds it ways onto The Four Sisters, which feels like less a compilation and more the album that never was, and pivots around two songs of startling prettiness and poise: ‘Walking Into Bars’, sung, or sighed, by Yuri Frusin, is perfect, sleepy-eyed VU-worship of a piece with David Westlake’s Play Dusty For Me, while ‘Lisa’, with Helen Johnstone's voice and viola intertwining, sways and sears and consoles as if it were a folk song transmitted down the generations. The record begins and ends with two extended semi-improvisations: the misty somnambulant blooz of ‘Airport’, its repeating guitar riff going into trance-like rotational orbit, and ’Nameless One’, a creeping, cresting noise-rock/drunken-piano raga/death-trip that brings a feeling of catharsis if not closure. There is no such thing as closure! 

First, vinyl-only release on a new label from Jon Dale and our Kiran and, in case it wasn't obvious, highly recommended! 

 

 

£15.99

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