Threshold Magazine


First track I’ve put out in a while. Be gentle with me.

Wrote this in 2 days, some time after seeing The Knife perform live in concert… It CHANGED me in ways you can only begin to imagine. More stuff with elements of this coming soon.

Am I a friend
Am I an invited guest
Is it me again
Is it me again

Are you my friend
Are you the problems in my head
Do I love you again
Is it you again

Recorded at Klubb Quadrophenia, April 25 2014.
Painting by: Anna Juhlin

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A message from Our Solar System:

“After having portrayed our solar system for a couple of years, we found new inspiration in an old map of the Moon. As it turned out, the geography of this satellite has been given quite poetic names and by putting these together in eleven groups, a story emerged. Like the Major Arcana of the Tarot depicts how life evolves through ups and downs, in and out of confusion. We created an aural tale about a being born out of the Sea of Clarity, growing up into a free spirited Rainbow Bay and having fun in the Lake of Spring! But the Sea of Geniality spread too wide and turned into a Swamp of Decay…and further on into the Swamp of Sickness. But out of this came the Lake of Dreams to escort us to the Sea of Serenity. After a final battle on the Ocean of Storms we found our way to the golden Middle Bay by sundown.

This is what it sounded like!”

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Long sunny days spent drinking on the patio.
Sweaty dance floors at 4 am bars.
Rick James blasting through car stereos.
Last call hookups with one-time lovers.
Jingle Jangle Morning conjures sweet memories of times you’ve forgotten.
The song lets you live vicariously through those of us who still get some.


Following up on their stunning BBiB Records debut (“Run Slow”), Prince Rupert’s Drops reflect, refract and reemerge in the form of “Climbing Light,” their dark and brilliant second full-length album; forty-two minutes featuring eight songs of frighteningly unforgettable form. If the album’s title immediately brings to mind mainly the sweetness of the light, only progress in the climb, be forewarned. “Climbing Light” arrives as the band rings in their first full decade of existence – plenty of time for these songs to take in and breathe out the endless shades of light, the blinding white and the choking greys. The alchemy of Prince Rupert’s Drops is in the endlessly-fascinating way they dissolve the two into one, often more than once within the span of a single and singularly strange song.

The view that the light of “Climbing Light” isn’t all sunshine and finger-snaps is immediately clear, from the album’s beginning “Death March,” where a Mod-ified glam-rock swagger meets a Gregorian chant masquerading as power-pop and decides to lay its body down. The dread continues through the “Doldrums” that follow. The song is anchored by a bassline so steady as to be paranoid, sounding the alarm of the world-weary – “don’t get swept aside, never to be seen again.” This being Prince Rupert’s Drops, the echo of all life’s extermination is delivered under a shower of irresistible handclaps and sing-along chorus.

It’s a monumental, multi-hued musical death-trip that Prince Rupert’s Drops have delivered on “Climbing Light.” Even during the generous moments of beautiful, earth-worn balladry – such as the instant classic “Follow Me” – the vibe is cautious, at best, with regard to this climb into the band’s collective head, reminding us that we’re “a long, long way from home / where the wild beasts howl and roam.” And even during the album’s most B-movie bombastic beats – such as the instant classic “Dangerous Death Ray,” which recalls the tyranny and mutilation found in the heritage of Prince Rupert’s Drops New York home, as examined by cults of blue oysters or otherwise – there’s nothing to do except run for cover. And dance.
-Ryan Muldoon


“The absolute works together with the relative, like two arrows meeting in mid-air.” So wrote Chinese Zen ancestor Shitou Xiqian, in an eighth century poem known as “The Sandokai” – or “The Identity of Relative and Absolute.” There’s more than a faint echo of Shitou’s ancient words reverberating throughout “The Pilgrim to the Absolute,” an essentially wordless but highly communicative new album from the Peruvian sound collective known as Montibus Communitas.

It’s an echo that signals the merging of difference and unity, that signals encounters with illusion and enlightenment… that signals an album bathed in dark, distinguished, headphone-drone bliss of the highest order.

The forty-four minute pilgrimage presented by Montibus Communitas is nothing if not clear in its intentions. Each of the album’s six songs – from the slow, shining “The Pilgrim Under Stars” to the album-ending title track – is a chapter in which we find the titular pilgrim (which is the band, which is the listener, which is everything at once) on another stage of this massive, mesmerizing, metaphysical road trip. Heavy, heady, be-here-now stuff, right? Without question. Yet the unmistakable, unhesitating headlong dive into the spiritual stream that is “The Pilgrim to the Absolute” yields a result that’s never stoic or sterile.

Constantly evolving both in their membership and use musical instruments – and often within the span of a single song, the sound of a pilgrimage within a pilgrimage – Montibus Communitas is exceptionally alive and vibrant, an ever-flowing stream of sound that may include the birds singing, the stars shining, laughter, the lighting of a smoke, or a band member getting up to grab a beer, mid-mind-melting raga-roll freakout. What Montibus Communitas offer is nothing less (and nothing more) than a spiritual, ambient-art, high-altitude, altered-state, improvisational sonic prayer that’s equally human and down-to-earth (which is floating in space). After all, shouldn’t taking “The Pilgrim to the Absolute” mean a journey where we encounter everything? Or, back to the words of Shitou in the eighth-century, “Ordinary life fits the Absolute as a box and its lid.”
-Ryan Muldoon

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