Reuben Ingall – Eyelids
Reuben Ingall has released music with such a breadth of genre and format that it’s hard to deliver you a cohesive tale of who he is that would fit nicely into a pretty PR packet. The thought that something is going to be useless to the music business machine, now that’s appealing to me. A narrative detailing a two tracker live casette made by microwaving a pie in front of an audience (Reuben Ingall – Microwave Drone Ritual) or – and I quote – “A concept EP – mashups/collages in various styles of popular music, composed entirely of audio ripped from Youtube videos.” (Reuben Ingall – YouTube Will Eat Itself). These are the tools at the PR man’s disposal. Tools obviously not created in the interest of the PR man but piped direct to your ear bowls to challenge and stimulate you, the listener. So that’s where Reuben’s at. Also more literally, he’s at Canberra too.
Now this new one is from a new record called Microclimates and he’s releasing the thing this week. So give this track a listen and then move forward onto the record and know that you aren’t partaking in ‘the game’ but you’re just hearing a track for the sake of hearing a thing and maybe feeling a thing. The song is ‘Eyelids’ and it’s a song divided by a breath and broken by a piano tone manipulated into an error message. Then then simple earlier vocals become a harmonised call which would be beautiful if it didn’t feel quite so sad. Maybe it’s still beautiful, I guess it’s not dichotomous. The whole thing it’s most obviously characterised by the effected piano sound, clipped with other found sounds and satellites, quivering with feeling and telling a story prior to the arrival of any vocal.