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:	post by the_reverend at 2005-05-12 23:06:06

The most difficult task in this chronicle will be to allot labels to this quasi instrumental album which in only 4 one duration old pieces oscillating between 6 and 24 minutes manages to reconcile extremes. At the end of the 5 minutes of oceanic noises and other clignotis electronic which constitutes the intro of "Troy Landmammal", one is tempted to stick to them Space Rock... until a vaporous curtain with soft saturations settles in background, that the waves move away and the clignotis die out, that the vapor condenses until becoming palpable, giving a support to instruments which started to be made wait and which warm up quietly via a kind of jam which one will find a certain groovitude on the rather many interludes of the same type which mark out \' Conifer', but which never lasts for ever since this Portland cement quartet Thus this bracket posed succeed without preventing inhuman tortured squawkings which intensify under fatal blows of axe faultily assénés via the jerked riffs of a guitar assassinates which will cease irréversiblement striking only one time its victim occise, to set out again, satisfied, at the rate/rhythm of a battery carefree and gallopping. Any good reflected, after this first piece, one would grant Death Metal well to them... Yes, but, "Turning Sand Into Glass begins" whose first notes are in fact of the ghostly murmurs only disturbed by sporadic appearances of guitar... Let us go good, put their Ambient... then murmurs transform themselves suddenly into voracious prehistoric éructations, tapies but with the mounting, waiting the good moment to spring greedily, with the sound of 6 more sporadic cords of the whole, on a terrorized prey which tries to struggle vainly between the hooks of the attacker in soft convulsions, concretized by low devitalized, before exhaling its last breath. This time it is the maid, they will have right to Sludge. And of course "Widowmaker", the peaceful track of the tracklisting, does not have yet anything to see with the preceding titles and would encourage to put a Folk label (?), until one falls down in the primitive one via "Albuquerque Reprise again" and its begging song to which carnivorous cries make echo... Whatever the final labelling, a thing is sure, it is that in its sludge or its pseudo folk, Conifer always evolves/moves in an atmosphere distressing due to an ambient gravity, however never with its roof, result of a low doublette/guitar baritone and of a lead frightening guitar which never does not require to go up in the acute ones to be made harmful effect, of an exemplary sound harmful effect. Conifer in three words: whimsical, unforeseeable, latent - marystonage, May 2005

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