Between The Endless Silence by Mick Chillage
Mick Chillage
Preview: Between The Endless Silence
Released on Carpe Sonum Novum records in 2018. "Between The Endless Silence" is possibly my most personal record to date. Encompassing the sound of improvised key performances, field recordings & subtle synth Ambience's it reflects the physical world around us with its beauty & decay and perhaps triggers memories and emotions from the regretful to the hopeful, like a sonic capture of a thoughtful reflective pause. What the label said: The inimitable Mr. Chillage seems to go from strength-to-strength with each and every new release, armed with a diligent, focused work ethic and a surfeit of imagination, which makes his latest Carpe Sonum Novum missive a pleasant, diverse surprise. Perhaps he’s immersed himself in Harold Budd and Tim Story records, as he’s chosen for this release to center his already gorgeously pealing whorls of ambient discourse around the keystrokes of the piano. But wait: lest you roll your eyes and bemoan the entry of yet another electronic musician who fancies himself a ‘classical’ composer, Mick’s tickling of the ivories isn’t mere folly or a gestural jape. Instead, the artist has, intentionally or inadvertently, created a paean to the elegaic minimalistic sides forged by Mssrs. Budd & Eno, couched in the softly irising synthetic thermals he’s arranged over countless works in his formidable catalog. “Between the Endless Silence” isn’t therefore your typical piano-centered blandishment, nor a stuffy bit of experimentation, or even its creator’s desire to abandon his chosen field. Instead, Chillage has done the next to impossible, recontextualizing the delicate filigree of the acoustic grand throughout a wonderfully luxurious fabric of electronica, refracting a veritable font of melodies that linger in the head long after the disc concludes. Had this been issued in the early 80s, it would be considered a well-established classic; we’ll just assume that right now, and brandish it accordingly. Play it late at night or early in the morning; either way, it’s more brilliant than the sun. credits
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Between The Endless Silence
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An Echo Of Sadness
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Time Reflects
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I Dreamt Music
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Autumn Walk
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That October
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First Light
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Any Place But here
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Released on Carpe Sonum Novum records in 2018. "Between The Endless Silence" is possibly my most personal record to date. Encompassing the sound of improvised key performances, field recordings & subtle synth Ambience's it reflects the physical world around us with its beauty & decay and perhaps triggers memories and emotions from the regretful to the hopeful, like a sonic capture of a thoughtful reflective pause. What the label said: The inimitable Mr. Chillage seems to go from strength-to-strength with each and every new release, armed with a diligent, focused work ethic and a surfeit of imagination, which makes his latest Carpe Sonum Novum missive a pleasant, diverse surprise. Perhaps he’s immersed himself in Harold Budd and Tim Story records, as he’s chosen for this release to center his already gorgeously pealing whorls of ambient discourse around the keystrokes of the piano. But wait: lest you roll your eyes and bemoan the entry of yet another electronic musician who fancies himself a ‘classical’ composer, Mick’s tickling of the ivories isn’t mere folly or a gestural jape. Instead, the artist has, intentionally or inadvertently, created a paean to the elegaic minimalistic sides forged by Mssrs. Budd & Eno, couched in the softly irising synthetic thermals he’s arranged over countless works in his formidable catalog. “Between the Endless Silence” isn’t therefore your typical piano-centered blandishment, nor a stuffy bit of experimentation, or even its creator’s desire to abandon his chosen field. Instead, Chillage has done the next to impossible, recontextualizing the delicate filigree of the acoustic grand throughout a wonderfully luxurious fabric of electronica, refracting a veritable font of melodies that linger in the head long after the disc concludes. Had this been issued in the early 80s, it would be considered a well-established classic; we’ll just assume that right now, and brandish it accordingly. Play it late at night or early in the morning; either way, it’s more brilliant than the sun. credits
