Pullman: Viewfinder

The musical ideas midwifed in this setting come to maturity through a process of careful exposition and development; textures often play just as important a role as melody. The obvious genres for comparison include American folk music, minimalism, and post-rock. While Viewfinder mostly finds its harmonies in open territory—outside the extra dissonant elements that fuel much of jazz—it retains a fresh improvisatory feeling throughout. Gone are the idioimatic forms of country, folk, and blues. And likewise, Pullman leaves rock dynamism by the roadside. What's left is a pulsing, ebb-and- flow tide of reverberant sound and texture. One might complain that the polished sound of the newly revamped Pullman lacks the home-made spontaneity of its predecessor, Turnstyles, but studio wizardry here exists to serve two simple roles: broaden the sonic palette and enrich the textures. Nothing criminal about that, in my opinion.

Listening to Viewfinder is like taking a gentle stroll through the countryside... regular lingering whiffs of wildflowers and grass up to your knees. You wouldn't want to race through this music—it's the gradual unfolding of perambulant sonic landscapes that makes the recording work so well. Take your time, let it seep into your system, and you'll be that much richer for the experience.

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