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At the Mountains of Sadness
The title says it all! Not the plagiarism above from that otherworldly Lovecraft novella that takes place in Antarctica (for some reason). What we meant is the word Subsiding. Judging a book by its cover is not necessarily a bad idea occasionally. Siavash Amini’s mountain of tranquility sits within the murky catalog that sprawls familiar unknowns. Just like any artist’s timeline on the perilous thin rope of creativity, Amini has walked along a noticeable spectrum. The liquid electronica of his early Spotty Surfaces days are replaced by spacious and stretched-out soundscapes and experimentalism has matured into innocuous yet effective patterns.
We once heard a film critic describe the work of Kubrick. “He was too much of an expert that his work was simple and easy to understand” he correctly stated. Time heals certain things, airbrushes nostalgia and of course, polishes one’s brighter sides. Seemingly, the further Amini gets whence he began the journey, the more his ambient sheds the over-structured and complex skin and comfortably sits in different states of mind.
In the fourteen-minute span of Subsiding, the first unveiled track off an album with the same name, two hands contribute to the serene and tearful melancholia of its weather. Babak Koohestani’s Eastern-infused violin blows…
