Hot on the heels of their debut album We Were Not There For The Beginning, We Won't Be There For The End ("a soothingly beautiful collection" AU Mag; "[a] frequency magnificant record" Artrocker; "their hazy shoegaze/experimental hybridity means that they are well worth the effort of a listen" The Line Of Best Fit), Italian electronic post-rock duo Tempelhof release two charmingly epic cuts of majestic loveliness that were actually recorded before the album came out: Leaving Home and Cage. This is released on a 12" slab of vinyl, individually numbered and painted making up one section of an image of rural North-East England (and comes with a custom-made sleeve to boot).
It all gets underway with Leaving Home, all melodic keys punctuating the starting whispers, and then the beats start to kick in and you know it's going to rock bells. Beats chop and change and glide into space, wallowing around yer head, swirling around, building to a classic postrock crescendo. Cage goes for the juggular, fluctuating from skittering drum fractures, to ghostly strings and Borroughs-esque cut-and-paste murmurs; equal parts fractured, soaring, shimmering, golden and booming, fans of The Album Leaf, M83, The American Dollar, Hammock etc. will lap this up.
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I dont know which of the Albums I heard first but I love them all ... Unfortunately I was too late to buy the Vinyl from Volume 1 ... I love the whole idea behind this. Great imagination and of course the music is amazing love it !!!! Micky68
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This album caught my eye and ear as someone who grew up living in a new town in Hertfordshire and now lives in new city in Egypt. The album encapsulates a sense of the doomed promise of such ventures, and the way in which such synthetic managerial ways to constructing a culture through architecture always sow the seeds of their own failure. The music resonates this duality perfectly - the beauty of the utopian dreams that birthed such cities, but the grim experience of their realities. nujumi