Fovea Hex 'Here is where we used to sing' standard 1CD issue

Following the critically-acclaimed NEITHER SPEAK NOR REMAIN SILENT trilogy, it may seem to you as if silence has been reigning quite a while. In reality the Fovea Hex engine resumed its humming and purring after only a brief spell of rest. We just like to take our time. Perhaps you have been wondering where have we been? Well.....here all along, of course! At times vertical and at other times horizontal, at times singular and at other times plural, in darkness and in light – in assorted rooms, studios, caves, stables, attics, hotel rooms, and lodges, where we have spent a certain amount of time not playing anything at all, but just sitting there – maybe speaking, maybe not. The rest of the time we might have been found plucking, strumming, humming, intoning, bowing, belling, pressing, singing, striking, bouncing, yelping, forwards, backwards, and mirror-image-wards, and all for those shell-like ears you think of as yours! The usual suspects were there, helping Clodagh Simonds bring these eleven new pieces to light (Laura Sheeran, Cora Venus Lunny, Kate Ellis, Colin Potter, Michael Begg, John Contreras, Julia Kent, Brian Eno, Fabrizio Modonese Palumbo, Marco "Il Bue" Schiavo) and some less usual ones dropped in as well, who prefer to remain nameless, and whose preferences we are always glad to honour....... And so Fovea Hex unfurls another scroll of gorgeous and uneasy listening, partly grounded, partly shifting, and as wholly beguiling as ever. REVIEW FROM BRAINWASHED : There have been few albums that I remember waiting so impatiently for. Several years have gone by since Clodagh Simonds' first transmission under the Fovea Hex umbrella and finally a full length has appeared. Continuing on from an exceptional string of EPs and singles, Here is Where We Used to Sing finds Simonds and her ever shifting group exploring different aspects of their songwriting process. With more focused lyrics and more defined melodies, their music has solidified and began to sprout sharp, beautiful forms like crystals grown in a petri dish: equally perfect and fragile. After waiting so long for a full album from Fovea Hex, I must admit I had some trepidations about Here is Where We Used to Sing. What made the three EPs that made up Neither Speak Nor Remain Silent was their blend of song craft and a loose, magical slipping of the sounds through the cracks in the melodies. The same alchemy did not seem to permeate Here is Where We Used to Sing to the same extent; the main album is very much anchored to the piano and the more experimental sequences are saved for the bonus disc, Three Beams. Initially, I was perturbed by this segregation of what I felt to be Fovea Hex's defining feature but the more I listen to the album, the more I fall in love with it. The shifts and wobbles are still there but they are subtler now, a deeper engagement with the music is needed. It is not just the music that has a poetic depth to it, the renaissance of mysticism in Ireland in the early 20th century by the likes of W.B. Yeats and Æ finds a descendant in Simonds' words (both now and throughout her career). Simonds' lyrics at once capture the ordinary in all its vivid realism and also the layers on top of this normality that fill out a dull scene into an astonishing and beautiful epiphany. A fitting example being these lines sung by Laura Sheeran on "Falling Things (Where Does a Girl Begin?)": "You might recall some sunny day this other day of falling things Raising your face… And then I might fall calling your name as I'm streaming by." The music and the words come together as a powerful concoction, soporific and hypnogogic. This is particularly true of the album’s stunning centerpiece, "A Hymn to Sulphur," which marries Simonds and Sheeran's sea-drenched vocals with a tidal rhythm of e-bowed guitar, strings, and piano. An intermittent piano pulse played on the higher notes sounds like a submarine's sonar, completing the oceanic setting. On the violin and cello respectively, Cora Venus Lunny and Julia play with a power and grace that illuminates the other elements of the song, highlighting and accentuating the vocals in particular. The remainder of Here is Where We Used to Sing is no less sublime. Short instrumental pieces punctuate the album and Michael Begg and Colin Potter both help create these little tableaus (as well as adding to the main songs), their touch apparent but not heavy. Their contributions involve blurring the boundaries within the music; instruments seep into each other and form new, striking shapes. Other previous Fovea Hex collaborators reappear throughout the album, Brian Eno and Fabrizio Palumbo both being particularly noteworthy for their ethereal electronics and guitar respectively. While I never expected to be disappointed with Here is Where We Used to Sing, I also never expected it to confound my expectations to this degree. I feel like I still have only scratched the surface of this work; like the Neither Speak Nor Remain Silent EPs, this is an album that will keep revealing secrets with every listen. REVIEW FROM BOOMKAT : Cult enchantress Clodagh Simonds reunites with her Fovea Hex assembly - counting Colin Potter (NWW), Michael Begg, Brian Eno, John Contreras, Julia Kent and Fabrizio Modonese Palumbo, among others - for their most substantial work to date. It comes after an extended period of quietude since the 'Neither Speak Nor Remain Silent' trilogy, which saw extensive reworks from The Hafler Trio, and presents eleven tracks of the most beguiling, minimal yet expansive arrangements which the ensemble have been widely for. Again, at the core of Fovea Hex is Clodagh's sweetly unsettling voice and Colin Potter's subtle production enhancements, but they'd be much less effective without the rich palette of instrumentation, a slow moving revolution of Cello, Dulcimer, Bells, Seashell Chandalier and more, orbiting the central strings and keys. The guest contributions are numerous but restrained, and after all it would be hard to steal the show from those bewitching vocals. Instead they collude to create elegantly theatrical backdrops which move across the stage like ghostly scenery with each song/scene change, and no doubt aided by Potter's frictionless production, which leaves every element suspended in its own aura, as though hung by dewy-glistening spiders silk from the rafters. A gorgeous, highly refined set of songs, nothing less.