Thing of the Day
The Infinite Three
MAY 27th 2011
Leisur Hive were a band highly thought of around these Organic parts, and now two elements of that band are back in the brooding shape of THE INFINITE THREE to push further down some of those dark paths…
The Infinite Three is the new musical project of R.Allen (Halo / Un / Leisur Hive) and D.Knowler (Leisur Hive / Sweetie / Cindytalk). Merging noise, improv, found sound, dub, metal, electronic music and anything else we feel like, The InfinIte Three aims to take up where Leisur Hive left off and to explore paths our previous band were never able to tread….
THE INFINITE THREE – Crust Of Utopia (Actual Size) – Drummer Robert Allen and guitarist Daniel Knowler are back for more, after wrapping up activities with their previous band. The criminally under-appreciated London outfit Leisur Hive deserved far more acclaim for their dark, edgy music; they were one of the best kept secrets out there in terms of really creative challenging music that came with a brave bit of original sounding difference.
This new album from The Infinite Three is a nice progression, actually: not quite Leisur Hive part two, more experimental for a start, but they have used that “greyed-out art rock” as some kind of blueprint to build on here with this fine album and these atmospheric tracks. Impressive sound, actually, rather different, instantly demanding, brooding, dark - dark songs, very much songs that built around clever bleak psychedelic drones, brooding dark colours, broken teeth on the crust of utopia…. They say some of it is improvised, it clearly is, but always in a structured, under-control way - these songs sound like very thought out creations, their improvising has been tamed and shaped, locked into the framework of songs, meshed as part of a dark structure with the blood and soil (or was it toil?) of it all – some songs getting to the brooding point, others atmospheric progressions. There’s a tension, a menace that’s there all the way to the very core - the sun-rayed dog, the blacker side of Killing Joke, the brooding side, all inflamed. Pieces constructed from live improvisation taken back to the studio for be formed towards something structured - clever constructions then, focused pieces of something rather unique, very much songs, atmospheric pieces. Laced with atmosphere, with electric tension, with brooding quietness, with a menace – the vocals have a touch of the Peter Hammill about them, maybe a darker shade of Marc Almond - swarming songs, collecting visions, sampling the city, crashing on shores of black sand… A vague hint of a dark dub line or two.
This is rather different, this is rewarding, almost industrial at
times, in that unclichéd Throbbing Gristle, Coil, Slab manner of
industrialism, not all clanking machine, something far more subtle,
something alive with far more thought. Lot of dark colour here,
shimmering details, more to find every time, bits under the surface,
real artistic creation, a rich musical wilderness underground on the
crest of utopia. Restrained power, brooding…