Through The Dread Waste by CapacRelease date: February 23, 2018
Label: This Is It Forever
Through The Dread Waste sees Capac traverse a spooky new terrain, experimenting with gothic ambient soundscapes and an interesting use of structure to create perhaps their most well-rounded release yet. Where the sea froze over their last offering, here a torrent floods over the record and envelops the listener in a sub-aquatic serenity. In the band’s own words: the snow it melts the soonest.
Perhaps the most obviously fascinating aspect of the album is the use of interludes that played separately create a sense of motif but, when placed together create an interesting ambient work entitled ‘In The Bleak Midwinter’. These tracks are largely centred around what sounds like a pitch-shifted harpsichord soaked in ambience. Its mysterious calm undulating and expansive rippling like a vast ocean view; ominous yet relaxing, dark yet, inviting..
The first track on the album outside this tether is ‘Ach Bittrer Winter’, it is astoundingly peaceful. Anchored in slow flowing, somber ambient pads, it glides over introspection with glimmering chimes of hope like buoys singing out attendance on a foggy shoreline. The track cascades seamlessly into ‘Tsintskaro’ which takes its softly plucked melodics into a meditative state. The palindromic collective have me in the palm of their hand, perhaps more so than ever before. Their minimalism more refined and focused than ever, the effect so strong it’s almost narcotic. Through The Dread Waste is really quite a substantial step forward, the more I listen to it.
‘Winter Morning’ takes the album into a surprising new direction with its acid squelch synths and trippy use of samples almost reminiscent of Wim Wenders’ ‘Wings of Desire’. It throws us into the deep end forcing us to adjust to the next phase of the album. ‘Lyke-Wake Dirge’ straddles the line of acts like Ayn Sof, Dead Can Dance and Father Murphy with its intensely morose existential use of choral vocals. Again, its use of transcendental aural landscapes take my thoughts on a journey through new age ideas, where wisdom and bullshit jostle for validity against a pursuit of truth. Where the elements themselves are deified and life itself becomes transubstantiated within nature. Each thing manifested in a force or an experience like an RPG game or an archaic religion, ’til I question again what is valid, what is outdated, are we enlightened by our history or completely ignorant of its ideas in age when technology is god. I drift through thought down the river of sounds collated before me. Totally immersed and lost in the sonic textures as ‘O Holy Night’ engulfs me in tranquility.
I sit here in a warehouse covered in snow and ice, the windows are covered. The pipes are frozen. ‘The Snow it Melts The Soonest’; I wonder if that sentiment is the same as the night is darkest just before the dawn or a lament? A lament to something beautiful through a naive lens; a lament to childlike wonder and fascination? A lament to our ability to appreciate nature and adapt to it rather than see it as an inconvenience? How British it is that London is as picturesque as I’ve ever seen it and all anyone seems to want to do is complain. This too shall pass. The children that smile and play with their little rosy cheeks will soon return to the rain and adults will stop having to fear for their commutes to their systematic role. Simmering guitars melt away the bitter frost, the romantic ideas, the virginal snow and with that we return to everything; everything normal; everything else. There’s a sense of despair and tension spitting like shards of fire from a blowtorch as it chips away the ice. The barrier between how we are and how we’d like to be. There’s a sense of grandeur and release as the album builds to a well-executed climax. But, what remains is a bittersweet sense of acceptance, I wonder if that’s what they were trying to convey…
Through The Dread Waste sees Capac reach a new pinnacle of excellence, now the sea has unfrozen, I anticipate the impact of the rising flood; maybe I’m a little crazy but, it feels like their soundtrack global warming by this point.