I just got home from an art gallery where there was an opening on after my positively grey day at the office. I walked up the stairs to the gallery which was lit at an astonishing brightness, the artist has put in special super bright fluorescent bulbs himself (I mean, walking into an art opening is usually blinding enough all white walls and people everywhere but this was cer-razy!). The exhibition was by Lee Cunliff, paintings of familar sights in Christchurch done in the suitable style of drab, all washed out and flat (like Christchurch). Anyway, that doesn't have much to do with this Pocahaunted song which I've been wanting to BLOG about for a while now because its been blowing my brains out, their new album that is (there are two of them, the Olsen twins of drone, they put out music on LA label Not Not Fun (oft' mentioned on here) on which the new record Island Diamonds is not on, it's on some other label called Arbor). Most of their other music has been in the murkier ambient sort of school of primitive experimentalism but this new record is all druggy tribal rhythms and hypnotic dub jams, drenched in a grimey sort of reverb that positively smacks of the desert, not that I've ever been there, but I have been on a major Alejandro Jaworski kick lately; this is El Topo on the streets of California (I have been there but only when I was seven). ANYWAY my friend Shea walked up to the art gallery that I was by then standing outside of, he came up with his headphones in his ears listening to Island Diamonds and you shoulda seen the look on his face, well, it was more his eyes, they were WIDE open and he walked right up to me before he seemed to realise where he was or what was going on. He had just come back from a vision quest by the looks of him, from teepee to white walled room, with this sprawling murky dubby stuff as his soundtrack.