Macedonian Lines by Yawning ManRelease date: June 14, 2019
Label: Heavy Psych Sounds Records
It’s probably hard work to sound this effortless. Or maybe it’s the payoff from years of hard work completed, in dedication to mastering your instrument in your own style, in smoothing out the sonic telepathy of your band unit, and in honing that band’s distinctive contribution to wider musical movements. In any case, Macedonian Lines, the new record from California’s legendary Yawning Man, is a blissfully laidback yet rock solid set of instrumental jams.
The album opens with a roving bass vamp, that serves as a clifftop grounding from which to launch tripped out ascending guitar spirals, over which restrained keys plink like glittering wave reflections. Here and elsewhere, like on ‘Melancholic Sade’, the bass lines are almost halting, yet they never interrupt the flow, as if teasingly testing what unusual shapes can be twisted into looking like elegant curves. A certain sense of mathematical outworking appears, on ‘I’m Not a Real Indian (But I Play one on TV)’ for example, where patterns are set in motion for a measured unfolding in time.
There’s something faintly melancholic about the melodies, perhaps related to the drifting structure of the instrumental tracks, unfolding gradually yet without peaks, a endless journey with the idea of destination held firmly at arms length. The sound is perfect, the chunky but warm bass lines, the chiming guitars that Gary Arce peerless feel for the chiming style as well as knowing exactly when to lean on the bar or stomp the pedals. Similarly, Mario Lalli’s bass lines excavate scuzzy heaps of thick sound, but since the pace is easy and the integration of the musicians is super intuitive, the combination of heavy elements to make something that glides so freely is a delight.