Charalambides
http://www.kranky.net

styles: free folk, New Weird America, psychedelic, Americana
others: Espers, No-Neck Blues Band, Vetiver, Incredible String Band


A Vintage Burden
Kranky, 2006
rating: 3/5
reviewer: olskooly

Critical figures in the contemporary freak-folk scene, Charalambides' exploratory sensibility and daring sense of innovation have revealed them in hindsight to be progenitors, of sorts, of what one cringingly refers to as New Weird America. Critically lauded, their first few albums introduced an entirely new element into Americana as a whole — something spectral, timeless, and out of place. Charalambides' music resonated with a haunting "otherness" that had little precedent in the alt-country circle.

Though most of Charalambides' previous records have been exercises in subtlety, the arrangements on A Vintage Burden (at least the vocal ones) are even more skeletal and austere. Christina Carter's lyrics, in conjunction with the tone of the vocals themselves, are imbued with a certain hopefulness that was much less conspicuous on the band's earlier records. Carter's stream-of-consciousness prose vocal style can at times, however, be inclined toward the gratuitous and overwrought, which, unfortunately, is to the detriment of the album. Carter's free-verse lyrics basically come off as contrived and, as such, tend towards distraction. It is nonetheless worth noting that Carter's alluring delivery, unaccompanied this time around by frequent collaborator Heather Leigh Murray's ghostly, wordless vocals, does indeed stand out as both provocative and mature. Perhaps it is the conspicuous lack of a third Charalambides member that has created such a void on A Vintage Burden, but there is certainly something that was tangible on previous recordings that has created a distinct contextual paucity via its absence. While they are far from throwaways, the album's shorter, vocal-based tracks simply do not carry as much weight as one might have expected based on the group's prior material.

It is the instrumental aspect of A Vintage Burden that is the album's saving grace. Tom Carter and Christina Carter are clearly as interested in allowing the listener to hear the plectrum scraping up against the guitar strings as they are the chords themselves. On this album, as with most of the band's vast body of work, what sounds on the surface like meandering, often repetitious guitar strumming frequently reveals a calculated textural depth and complexity of musicianship upon further scrutiny.

But what makes A Vintage Burden such a keeper, frankly, is the presence of the marvelous fourth track, "Black Bed Blues," an archetypal and epic 20-minute instrumental piece that is engaging enough to warrant a third or fourth consecutive spin. It's a dense and stunningly gorgeous piece that is perhaps the most complex and meticulously executed arrangement the Carters have yet committed to tape. Sandwiched between Christina Carter's spare, gossamer vocal tracks, "Black Bed Blues" is both soaring and dense, increasing in intensity until it begins to resemble something that falls somewhere between space-rock and post-rock by way of Southern-fried hellfire-and-damnation blues. "Black Bed Blues" breaks up the uniformity of A Vintage Burden, augmenting the record with a pleasant degree of variation, despite the piece being somewhat temporally out of place on the record.

Though loath to denigrate the work of any serious artist, this reviewer simply found the album lacking a certain measure of substance. A Vintage Burden is well-executed, spare, and in the simplest terms, makes wonderful Sunday morning background music. Much to my chagrin, I found myself wondering, upon repeated listens, just how far a musician could stretch the two-chord template before it finally snapped. To be fair, however, Christina Carter's voice is gradually inching nearer and nearer the seductive croon of the more seasoned chanteuse such as Margo Timmins. Furthermore, Tom Carter's guitar work is more disciplined on this outin, demonstrating considerably more restraint and orthodoxy than on prior albums. At any rate, A Vintage Burden does smack of the transitional, and as such, stokes one's curiosity regarding the direction of the outfit's next full-length effort.

1. There is No End
2. Spring
3. Dormant Love
4. Black Bed Blues
5. Two Birds
6. Hope against Hope


Joy Shapes
Kranky, 2004
rating: 4.5/5
reviewer: amneziak


After spending numerous hours listening to the current (and back) catalog of Charalambides' material, I've found myself having a difficult time concluding whether their music is completely idiotic or quite simply the most ultramodern, ingenious masterworks of three troubled individuals. In a lot of ways, I guess it could be both. Let's face it; this is precisely the type of music that would make the average listener pull their hair out just before laughing at you behind your back for even being involved with such an album. But, granted, Charalambides is the type of band that probably only appeals to about 1% of the population. So what does that say about the music, then?

Well, this leads me to my personal philosophy that there are really only two types of music: that which comes to you, and that which you must go to. I've found that it is this basic concept that separates the two different types of listeners. The current music industry has made this concept even easier to scrutinize than before by unashamedly removing the word "integrity" from their vocabulary. And while it may even be unnecessary for me to discuss how lame today's radio is, I can't help but be appreciative of the fact that the Internet has given me the option to locate bands such as Charalambides.

Here is a band that breaks all tradition in song writing and opts to create music that is tremendously thought-provoking and vastly troubled. I can truthfully say that Charalambides are one of the only bands I listen to today that have the ability to shred my emotions. At times I can barely sit still when I'm under the influence of one of their albums. But that's what I appreciate about them; they color outside the lines and find sounds that are of interest to people with deeper thoughts than where the stock market sits for the day. They are light years away from the everyday hustle and bustle of the world, and that's precisely what I find myself needing on a regular basis.

Charalambides latest effort, Joy Shapes, shows that they remain completely consistent to their idea of producing an uncharacteristic aesthetic through minimal instrumentation. This album is home to nearly 75-minutes of material, which mostly finds Christina Carter discharging some of her most painful sounding vocals in the entire Charalambides catalog. Occasionally it's almost insufferable on the psyche, but it will be on this album that you'll either be in the game or moving on to something else. Christina is joined here once again with the petal-steel of Heather Leigh Murray and acoustic guitar/lap steel of her husband, Tom Carter. The visual soundscapes that these Texans are capable of making have me wishing some independent filmmaker would create video interpretations that could go along with these pre-produced soundtracks.

Although it's safe to say that Joy Shapes is not entirely different than the rest of the albums by this trio, I can say that it is the most intensely gratifying of their works thus far. By the time you've devoted yourself to this album, you'll need some time to unwind and gather your thoughts. There are no quick and easy solutions here. This is not music that comes to you; rather, it is music that demands a great deal of effort from the recipient. Even then, Charalambides aren't going to appeal to many people. But if you're one of the few that enjoys this music and makes the effort to meet it half way, you'll see just exactly how ingenious, ultramodern, and maybe even a little idiotic these three troubled individuals really are.

1. Here, Not Here
2. Stroke
3. Joy Shapes
4. Natural Night
5. Voice For You


Unknown Spin
Kranky, 2003
rating: 4/5
reviewer: olskooly


Charalambides' latest offering, Unknown Spin (released on Kranky Records), is another "experimental Americana" album that fits into the dubious category of "New Weird America." It's also a very different kind of record for Kranky, although it does fit with the label's minimal aesthetic. In fact, Unknown Spin could almost be considered more of an "ambient Americana" record than a traditional indie rock or even folk record. The instrumental nature of this record calls to mind Neil Young's experimental album (and companion piece to his live Weld) Arc or his soundtrack to Jim Jarmusch's film Dead Man. It is dissonant, feedback-laden, and seemingly designed to evoke a dusty western atmosphere of dread, depression, and decay. Unknown Spin could have been the score to HBO's series Carnivale, with its depression-era vibe and lonely, ghost-town feel (not dissimilar to Godspeed You Black Emperor!'s F#A#∞).

Minimal in the strictest sense of the term, this record progresses very, very slowly. It's a long record, and it takes patience to digest it in its entirety. Because not one drumbeat is featured on this entire album, Unknown Spin would make excellent background music to listen to while reading a Cormac McCarthy novel (particularly Blood Meridian) or for conjuring up images of dust-strewn Southwestern terrain. Furthermore, rather than appearing as actual compositions, the pieces on this record have an improvisational feel to them.

The record begins with an extremely minimalistic, subdued acoustic guitar. Some feedback fades in and out of the mix, adding an eerie vibe to the music. Scraping noises can be heard, along with amp buzz. A repetitive melody anchors the song, while experimental guitar noises and slide guitar build up on top of the track, adding a haunting element. Singers Christina Carter and Heather Murray's voices are used as instruments, rather than as vocal accompaniment. They're not singing words, but more like sighs and moans. The ghostly female vocals pan back and forth between channels in a harmonic interplay with the guitar feedback. And that's just the first track.

The releases of the Jewelled Antler Collective, as well as other releases in the "New Weird America" movement, are leading me to believe that this genre of music may replace glitch/idm/electronica as the "new" experimental music. The genre almost seems to be a reaction to the laptop music that has been dominating the independent and experimental music scene for the past few years. Furthermore, Charalambides have shown that environmental and acoustic sounds, assembled with even the most minimal of production techniques, can be every bit as innovative as a Terre Thaemlitz, Aphex Twin, or even Jan Jelinek.

1. Unknown Spin
2. Voice Within
3. Magnolia
4. Skin of Rivers