B.F.E.28 – WIND ATLAS “Lingua Ignota” LP (Sold Out)
B.F.E 28 – 300 copies
13 euros / Sold Out
“Lingua Ignota” is the new record by Wind Atlas, released by Burka For Everybody. Increasing their members to five (now with drums and synthesizer), Wind Atlas’ music has gained in nuances, drifting smoothly from dark dream-pop and new-wave passages (which remind us of Dead Can Dance) to gloomy postpunk atmospheres similar to those of Crispy Ambulance, Durruti Column or In Camera.
Music to think of an unknown continent, to look for the lost alchemical formula, to eventually discover Talos the robot hurling rocks at the Argonauts. Music that requires to do nothing but listen, a task that nowadays appears almost impossible.
The message is conveyed in an imagined language from a terra incognita, the lingua ignota. Each song is like an accent or a period, like a comma, a verse, a whole chapter of a liturgical chant. Gibberish for those who relish the best soundtrack by Basil Poledouris and the 4AD catalogue.
The album was recorded in Estudio Brazil (Madrid) with Javier Ortiz and mastered in Yves Roussel Mastering (Barcelona).
“Wind Atlas, if “Ecdisis” is any indication, sound a bit like Sioux Sioux after the Banshees broke up, if she had gone in a more interesting direction. Or maybe if Peter Murphy had started a project with Sioux Sioux? Something like that. Truth is, it doesn’t matter once those early Edge/Chameleons guitars, full of melodic urgency despite their simplicity, hit; the ritualistic feel of the backing turns up their immediacy even more, to the point where the whole composition seems to depend on them.
But that voice, ringing through the ether, also needs something, anything, to happen, lest the sands of time swallow her whole. It’s a mystical, otherworldly trip that serves as a nice preview for Wind Atlas’ Lengua Ignota, a full-length, vinyl-only release that drops like an 80s scud bomb in March on the Gumshoe-approved Burka For Everybody label (Robert Turman, German Army, Puff!).
If past BFE joints are any indication, Lengua Ignota is going to rule coolness at your school, or something like that; however, seeing as I have heard an advance of the record in its entirety, I can say that it FOR SURE schools your coolness rules. Or something like that. You don’t have to be a weatherman to know which way Wind Atlas blows, people (down).“ Tiny Mix Tapes
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“Lingua Ignota”, el nuevo disco de Wind Atlas editado por Burka For Everybody.
Con una formación ampliada a 5 miembros (ahora con batería y sintetizador) la música de Wind Atlas se ha enriquecido en detalles, deslizándose refinádamente de oscuros pasajes dream pop new wave (que bien traen a la memoria a Dead can Dance) a la bruma de atmósferas postpunk que podían hacer grupos como Crispy Ambulance, Durruti Column o In camera.
Música para pensar en un continente no conocido, buscando una formula alquímica perdida, y acabar descubriendo al robot de Talos apedreando argonautas. Mejor dejémoslo así, en no hacer nada mientras se escucha, una tarea que se nos plantea hoy en día imposible.
El mensaje se proyecta en un idioma imaginado de una terra incognita, la lengua ignota. Cada canción es como una tilde o un punto, como una coma, un versículo, un capitulo entero de un canto litúrgico. Un galimatías entre quienes disfrutan de la mejor banda sonora compuesta por Basil Poledouris y el catalogo de 4AD.
El disco se grabó en Estudio Brazil (Madrid) con Javier Ortiz y se masterizó en Yves Roussel Mastering (Barcelona).”
“Wind Atlas, if “Ecdisis” is any indication, sound a bit like Sioux Sioux after the Banshees broke up, if she had gone in a more interesting direction. Or maybe if Peter Murphy had started a project with Sioux Sioux? Something like that. Truth is, it doesn’t matter once those early Edge/Chameleons guitars, full of melodic urgency despite their simplicity, hit; the ritualistic feel of the backing turns up their immediacy even more, to the point where the whole composition seems to depend on them.
But that voice, ringing through the ether, also needs something, anything, to happen, lest the sands of time swallow her whole. It’s a mystical, otherworldly trip that serves as a nice preview for Wind Atlas’ Lengua Ignota, a full-length, vinyl-only release that drops like an 80s scud bomb in March on the Gumshoe-approved Burka For Everybody label (Robert Turman, German Army, Puff!).
If past BFE joints are any indication, Lengua Ignota is going to rule coolness at your school, or something like that; however, seeing as I have heard an advance of the record in its entirety, I can say that it FOR SURE schools your coolness rules. Or something like that. You don’t have to be a weatherman to know which way Wind Atlas blows, people (down).“ Tiny Mix Tapes