SOUNDTRACK: KAWABATA MAKOTO [河端一]-INUI 4 (2007).
Kawabata Makoto [河端一] is the guitarist and mastermind behind Acid Mothers Temple. The band is hugely prolific. But he still had time to record solo albums. Often times without any guitar.
This was Kawabata’s fourth solo LP, now available on bandcamp
NUI 4 is the fourth volume in Makoto’s series of occasional solo releases for VHF. While widely and rightly known for ear-splitting Deep Purple style guitar demolition with Acid Mothers Temple, Gong, etc, Kawabata’s INUI works are highly personal and introspective, with lots of room given to cosmic atmosphere and acoustic instruments. INUI 4 is a single 68 minute track, a slow building and evolving multi-layered swath of acoustic & electric guitars, electronics, and hurdy gurdy. The final 20 minutes of the track features prominent “glissando” guitar, ala Daevid Allen, a very fine sound to be lost in.
This album consists of 1 hour-long song called RYO (01:07:51).
A piercing high note lingers throughout the track as a beautiful bouzouki melody plays and trippy space sounds swirl around. The piercing note seems to fade into the background as soaring swirling sounds begin around 5 minutes with a kind of high whistling melody running through from about 8 minutes.
AS the song continues, new sounds continue to enter. At 15 minutes, warping and buzzing sound swirl in. At 23 minutes, deep moaning sounds cycle through. At 30 minutes swirling spaceship sounds float in.
Around 35 minutes a melody seems to come through the hazy distance (possibly from the hurdy gurdy). Around 40 minutes a “beat” (made of possible reversed guitar chords) starts to come in. This adds a kind of quiet propulsion to the sound as the soloing in the distance gets more intense (yet still quite).
Then at 46 minutes it shifts dramatically. All the drones drop away and the song starts fresh with gentle swirling guitars. Everything feels like it is ringing and chiming and it stays in this beautiful glissando style for the next 20 minutes.
Not a bad way to spend an hour.
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This story seems mostly like an opportunity for Woody Allen to throw in as many fifty-cent words as he can. Which is kind of funny since it is about overpaying for renovations.
You’d never quite guess that’s where this story is going from the opening. As it opens the narrator is at the gym and has just thrown out his back (“my spine suddenly assumed the shape of a Möbius strip”) trying to “tickle pink the almond-eyed fox” doing push ups near him. Given Allen’s history, this is unfortunate to say the least. Not the least of which is because this character is married.
But whatever, it’s a comic story, right?
While the narrator is laid up he decides to start reading some of the great books that he has been meaning to read for the last forty years. He grabs the Divine Comedy in hopes of seeing some sinners who look like “they’d come directly from the pages of a Victoria’s Secret catalogue as they undulated semi-nude in sulfur and chains.” (Ew.)
But the narrator discovers that Virgil has created punishments for all manner of ne’er-do-wells.
Then he bemoans the fact that Virgil did not think to give contractors their own level of hell.
That’s quite a series of twists and turns for one paragraph.
He and his wife are sold a house in the City that is expensive and euphemistically in need of work. That work would be done by Chic Arbogast.
All manner of excuses mean that the work is not done in a timely manner. The bedroom did not meet their request for being finished first because of “an outbreak of dengue fever in Machu Picchu.”
A security system is added because Arbogast tells them that “any serial killer can just walk into this place. Maybe you want you throat sliced while you sleep?”
When he finally confronts Arbogast about how expensive everything is turning out he says, “If you’ll stop your tergiversating, Arbogast and Company will be history in four weeks.”
I did like this next joke. There’s no privacy while the workers are here. He was about to consummate his love with is wife when “your workers picked me up and moved me so they could hang a sconce.”
The work didn’t pan out and they had to give up and move. In the end we sold the house for a song. I can’t recall if it was “Am I Blue” or “Brother, Can you Spare a Dime.”
This is more of an extended Shouts and Murmurs than a story proper, but it can raise a smile, if you get past the icky jokes.
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