REVIEW PARA O + YN & FALSE SIR NICHOLAS EN RADIO FREE MIDWICH
Twenty-two minutes of gentle foolin’ from the best named Chilean project of the week – False Sir Nicholas – with their wonderfully odd, ‘As the Braided Streamlets Run’.
Things start all classy with a slow canoe sploshing round an oval lake, happily going nowhere fast. Occupant ‘A’ – dressed in full jester costume – plucks a silver autoharp describing a Star of David on the slackened strings while trying to cover up some faintly disturbing stomach trouble. Occupant ‘B’ – the oarsman, sinewy and naked accept for a cloth cap – pumps the Bertoia organ with his free hand squeezing out steel-band rhythms grafted onto Catholic tunes.
The wind picks up and blows the chrome-plate notes over the water and into the trees where they stick; messily accumulating in bright bunches until they gradually dissolve.
The final two minutes introduce a third character hiding in a barrel – Sun Ra’s medieval brother. Phew. What a curious recording?
Ø+yn, or Omasin, whatever your persuasion, are an Argentinean freak/jam band who’s freak/jams are looser than most. Today they skim the mothership inches off the desert floor with this potent scalp lifter.
The twenty minute cocktail comes in four juicy gulps.
All manner of bells, horns and keyboards are prodded with warm wet fingers setting up a comfortable pulse, bleeping my booster…
…electronic squiggles batter some lazy birds, the sound of late period CAN creeping through the tape like a sleepwalker…
…but it’s the pre-language Cuban-o campfire chorus – the accent on the ‘1’ and the ‘3’ that make my shoulders shuffle like I’m stifling a chuckle…
…the coal-house door is slammed, dub style, with some fancy clogwerk to pepper the froth and melts into some backwards Vangelis via the infamous Ray Man’s music shop.
Omasin then exit through a donut’s jammy pim-hole. TOUCHDOWN!