Borbetomagus - Seven Reasons For Tears (Agaric, 1989)
Quartet formation of Jim, Don, and Donald with Adam Nodelman on Bass. Adam only appeared on three releases with the group. Live in Allentown, the Fish That Sparkling Bubble album with Voice Crack, and this album.
It can be hard to tell what sounds are Donald and what are Adam, but the contributions from the guitarists are prominent on this release. There is good use of channeling of electronic sounds and effects through the guitars. During certain moments, it feels like the guitars are acting more as a synth or utlizing the pedals as the main instrument to add more coloring which gives this album it's unique sound.
Brute force is occassionaly side-stepped for a more exploratory and experimental approach on the album. The hellfire isn't completely gone, but it feels more like a tightly controlled burn on Seven Reasons. There is also more of a collective sound from the group with the individualism being downplayed to an extent.
The tracks lengths and sequencing of the album are interesting. There are no 20-minute jam sessions. The opener and closer are 9-10 minutes, but the five tracks that make the meat of this album range between only 4-5 minutes. I generally enjoy it as the group remains hyper-focused when they perform in these smaller windows. The material on Zurich was performed in a similar fashion, and I think made that album very successful as it does here on Seven Reasons. It feels like the band explores more ideas and covers more sonic territory.
With all of the vast territory this disc does cover, it does ends with an absolute brutish scorcher!
It's funny because on the first spin of this album, I wasn't 100% sure what to make of it, but I immediately played it through again. It's kind of a funny album to pinpoint. It's not super harsh, and it's not soft, but it plays in this interesting middle ground that I really enjoyed. There is a lot of detail to unravel on this one.
I'll finish this one off with a quote from the liner notes written by Byron Coley of Forced Exposure who said, "Imagine this record as a log that's been sharpened by magic, hardened but fire and is just aching to drive itself through yr chest."