Mondrian Oak - Aeon

There are some types of music that are almost impossible to describe, and when you put it into words and then look back at what is on the page can only think that it really doesn’t sound like that at all. I mean, what can you say about music that is a combination of improvised jazz, trance, doom, New Age, sludge and the kitchen sink? To say that this contains a brooding atmosphere is like saying a hurricane is a bit windy. It is oppressive yet inviting, hard to understand yet simplistic, dark and heavy yet light and meaningful. It is music to play late at night and get quietly drunk to while sat looking at the stars. It is all about self inspection and study as opposed to be the life soul of the party. In many ways it is quite depressing and should carry a health warning. I can’t imagine that anyone can say that they enjoy playing this, I’m sure I can’t, but I do know that I personally gained a great deal from doing just that. Here finally is an album for those who think that Tolstoy is quick read. These layers take a lot of work to fathom out, but it is definitely worth the effort.