A long time ago I wrote for Furthernoise.org. I just discovered that those pages are down and my backup of them is inaccesible on this version the sprawling mess that is markfrancombe.com. So here are ALL my reviews on one page!
The Caution Curves CD on Initiated Eye Recordings (IEOO1) from um…er… The Caution Curves.
A cosy electro acoustic combo comprising Amanda Huron, drums and percussion, Tristana Fiscella, vocals and guitar, and Rebecca Mills on her laptop, hailing from Washington DC, who’s music is refreshingly nice (as opposed to nasty).
‘Lemons’ begins with a yawning sleepy start from vocalist Tristana Fiscella … something about liking Lemons?
A slightly neurotic potpourri of naive noises… the music flittering about dangerously like moths round a candle, but hanging together on thin threads. A change comes half way through as Ms Fiscella tries desperately to stay awake as she sings some “proper verses” over simple, understated drums.
On ‘Leslie’, a naïve ambling clattering of drums, percussion and twangy guitar floats along nicely. The sun is out, it’s spring, and squirrels hop from branch to twig, until after a deep breath, a moaning and a wailing hails drums building and falling, against a feathery warm duvet of laptop gurgling. The track sinks into colder regions, the sun is obscured by dark clouds and guttural words can be made out as bassy low bit drones fill out the space… As the voice soars, we quieten down to almost nothing as Tristana pleads, please please please please, please Leslie come home!
Maybe it’s the sound of Tristana Fiscella’s voice or the lemony nature of the first track, but this awakens something in my severely damaged memory and, on hands and knees I finger my way along my vinyl shelf until I dust off Danielle Dax, and more specifically her early work in the ‘Lemon Kittens’ (hence the lemons). This was a pleasant reminder of the lovely Ms Dax, and the observation that experimentation when in feminine hands is simply and wonderfully NON-po-faced and refreshingly UN-nerdy!
And there is something feminine and charming about The Caution Curves, that is pastoral and free. The warmness of the laptop sounds that fill the air are delightful, the voice is improvised and happily carefree and unselfconscious. The drums although nicely recorded, are verging on the amateur, and it takes a while for me to decide whether I like them like this or whether someone needs a few lessons… but finally I decide that I not only like them like this, I love them like this… don’t change… please…
As my favourite German improvisers, Can once said…
I want more…