Week #56 Toward the Low Sun: an album

by SJ Finn

The Dirty Three Toward the Low Sun

Listening to The Dirty Three may require an acquired taste, but like all acquired tastes the joy generated by a slow burn enjoyment, makes it all the sweeter. Having said that, I have loved The Dirty Three’s music from the first time I heard it.

This latest contribution, Toward the Low Sun, is no exception. The closest thing to improvised jazz in a rock form, I’ve heard, it enters the soul through enlisting the brain. In the same way that absorbing Bach or Mozart invites the mind to dance, so too does this wonderful spool of notes and lines and unclear rhythms. It’s the mash that needs unravelling, the maze that needs walking, the terrain that needs a good search. And, as you follow the bridges, and keep up with the disparities, as you catch the multitude of tonal chains and flutters, and feel the roll of percussive drums, you are in a visceral gateway. Soak up the nourishment, the harsh urban drill, the macabre perpetual eerie lilt. Go here to feast on some of their other albums: Ocean Songs, Horse Stories, and Cinder.

The Dirty Three Ocean SongsThe dirty Three horse storyThe Dirty Three Cinder

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