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Meh Clopstump is a founding member of New Zealand outsider sound art-rock triumvirate Bunky Slink Disorder and has been active as an arranger, guitarist and conceptual theoretician since Thursday. His glacial textures embellished the steady droning of drummer FFFfff! Smith Jr. (who famously never drums, preferring to drone) and stochastic inversions of accordionist Graeme bLeaK-SPaZz. Clopstrom’s debut solo excursion, Rockets of Sunlight Cascaded into Her Carousel Leaving Me to Kiss the Varnished Twilight excited many with its reverberant wash of guitar tone (just the one) based on the concept of strumming only “the best” two strings of a chord found in a scrap of manuscript found in a public urinal. The 356 tracks, all called ‘Whippet (Part 9)’ highlighted Clopstrum’s sensitivity to light and shade, and his short attention span.
Fall Leaves Fell on Your Limbs but the Ache of Your Belonging Will Always Leave me Resplendent in Cool Architectures of Distant Song is Clopstrom’s sophomore release and has continued the vector of the pre-sophomore release Rockets of Sunlight Cascaded into Her Carousel Leaving Me to Kiss the Varnished Twilight so ambitiously that it may not be understood by anyone who isn’t a clever blog music critic who always writes “sophomore” whenever he means “second” – unless of course, they are sophomores in Eng. Lit., because Fall Leaves Fell on Your Limbs but the Ache of Your Belonging Will Always Leave me Resplendent in Cool Architectures of Distant Song carries no less than one literary reference, a subtle homage to Joyce which most of you would have missed, in its sole (65 minute) track ‘Rosemary Came Away to the Rodeo in Shards of Daffodil Spores and Danced but We Left Her in Fields of Obsidian Regret and Translucent Rapture by that Afternoon’s Swift Longing’, this being the chant of “F***!” repeated every 10 minutes into a reverb unit with all the controls set to “11” whilst Clopstump’s hamster, Charles, walks along the fretboard of his guitar – that’s Clopstump’s guitar of course, hamsters don’t own guitars, they just play them sometimes when guided by geniuses such as Clopstrom. I think.
In short, there is just one word that can adequately sum up this album, and that’s “sophomoric”. And there’s no higher praise for a sophomore album than that.
I give it 4 fuzzy spiders out of 5.