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NORMAN RECORDS:

"Peter Wright is a bit of a top geezer when it comes to arresting sounds and his whopping 'Snowblind' double CD on Install is somewhat of an essential beast. Hot on the heels of The Caretaker's ' Persistent Repetition Of Phrases' CD that was critically acclaimed (and we couldn't get enough of as every batch of discs to arrive would sell out super fast). This is another gem in the Install label's catalogue. For those not familiar with the New Zealand native's work then it's worth mentioning that he's gracefully been dropping underground bombs on Last Visible Dog, Blackest Rainbow, Digitalis, PseudoArcana, Apoplexy, Students Of Decay, aRCHIVE etc. so he's built a tidy array of quality releases. His sound probably falls into the drone category but he sprinkles the genre with his own magic and manages to take things way deep. Imagine if Stars Of The Lid had turned to the dark side of the force. His sounds resonate around your skull in a weird deja vu kind of way and take you to a place which is simultaneously familiar yet refreshingly new. It reminds me of a state of sleep deprivation where every object seems to vibrate with its own unique tone. All the frequencies that Wright hits are just perfect.. The bottom end is full and slightly menacing then the higher frequencies evolve in unexpected and gloriously lush ways. There's a distinct contrast of bleakness and impending euphoria. Comparisons to Godspeed and Windy & Carl are being spat around the office during what is a captivating and dramatic listening experience. Your ears need this."

Aquarius Records:

"We haven't heard from New Zealand dronescaper Peter Wright in about a year. Well, it's been at least that long since we've reviewed one of his discs. Somehow two other Wright discs slipped through the cracks in that time though, which is a shame, since pretty much everything we've heard from Wright is fantastic. This latest double disc is no different Nine looooooong tracks spread out over two discs, most in the 15-20 minute range, which is ideal for Wright's slow building, slow burning drone-epics, allowing for plenty of time to drift and shimmer and buzz and whir and rumble. The first disc opens as disembodied voices float above and within thick swells of grinding melodic buzz, smoothed out into undulating sonic sheets, feedback is dulled and blunted and transformed into warm ambience, the raga-like buzz sprawls out seemingly endlessly, this is Wright at his heaviest and most aggressive, the tones taking on a timbre not that far removed from Nadja's doomic crush, but Wright approaches that sound from another direction entirely. The rest of disc one is much more serene, minimal and hushed, a slow swirling ambient shimmer, delicate and crystalline, which over the course of two tracks and nearly 40 minutes manages to slip from hushed whisper to smoldering whir, glowing hotter and hotter but never letting loose, until the 6 minute closer gets all riffy, the guitars blindingly distorted, but remaining soft and warm and hauntingly melancholic. The second disc is the perfect second movement, shifting from warm effects drenched drifts to deep subterranean rumbles, from sun dappled cinematic ambience to reverbed minimal mood music and finally to full on crumbling corrosive blown out crunch, with weirdly decaying distortion, strange strangled guitars, thick swaths of blurred buzz, and gorgeous chiming tones ringing out in the background. Yet another collection of divine drones and sublime minimal soundscaping from the inimitable Peter Wright. Needless to say, absolutely gorgeous, and for the droneminded among you, most likely essential."

mapsadaisical:

"Sometimes a record comes along that is just so vast in terms of its scope and ambition that it jars up my cogs and completely prevents me from listening to anything else for weeks. Such a record is Peter Wright’s Snowblind. I’ve been a fan of Wright for some time now; both live and on record, but nothing could have prepared me for this, not even someone holding a big sign aloft which read “Peter Wright is about to release a record so vast in scope and ambition that it will jar up your cogs”. Well, maybe that would have helped. But no-one did it, did they?

Peter Wright has been threatening to release Snowblind for such a long time that it was beginning to acquire some sort of mythical status in his discography. This double CD, recorded in 2007 when New Zealander Wright was sojourning in London, seems to have taken its time to find a home: which is utterly bizarre given its absurdly high quality. Thankfully Install have now picked it up, although quantities are distressingly limited. In fact, I wouldn’t waste time reading the rest of the review. It’ll be a long one. Trust me; go there, buy one now, and then come back and finish this later. I’ll wait for you, honest.

Got one? Excellent, I’ll press on with disc one. It all begins with a most familiar sound to us Londoners: a drunk ranting while police sirens wail all around. From there, Wright combines abrasive Kevin Drumm drone, spooked Miasmah atmospherics, hazy shoegaze, dense Richard Skelton style composition, and even bursts of Godspeed guitar grandiosity to complete his masterpiece. Most of my favourite elements, then. “The Drunken Master In His Crumbling Citadel” clears the drunk off the streets with some increasingly harsh and heavy feedback which falls like torrential rain by the end. Reverberating metallic rhythms, like distorted steel drums, lead into the long ambient organ drone of “Apakura“, whose still surface occasionally dapples, briefly breaking up into luminous patterns. “Truth Serum” is constructed entirely from scrapes of whining guitar, and is dense, muffled and emotionally fraught. Following that, the building guitar strum of “Follow The Leader” couldn’t do more to signify an imminent eruption into huge white noise if it held aloft a big sign which read…um I’ve done this one already haven’t I? But when it finally comes, the ear-pummelling which follows is particularly intense, the sound is ravaged beyond all recognisability. Utterly excoriating.

The second disc begins with pulsating Spacemen 3 type ambience, before the oppressive, rainy, hissy atmospheres of “The Distopian National Anthem” descend; since hearing this, I’ve cancelled my forthcoming trip to Distopia, and am even considering suspending all diplomatic relations. “Cruise Missiles” gently reprises “Akapura” drone, being a mere calm before the torrential electric storm entitled (somewhat bizarrely, if no doubt truthfully) “With Teeth Like That You Can’t Help But Succeed“. Brutally serrated fragments of guitar distortion crackle from the speakers, forming billowing clouds of skin-shredding metal. The album descends gently to a close with the reatrained chord sequences of the title track, leaving you to reflect on the huge sonic experience that was Snowblind the album, let your ears rest a little, then skip right back to the start of the first disc. Before you know it, you’ll have lost weeks of your life to this album. Don’t say no-one warned you."

TOUCHING EXTREMES:

"The luminiferous flock of Peter Wright’s guitars has come again to rescue this poor listener, forced to the ropes by the attack of dwarf clones whose inconsistency is directly proportional to the consideration they receive. Snow Blind, for good measure, is a double CD (hooray!) that sends the magnitude of the quivering signals pretty high in the scale: nearly two hours of blissfully deafening roars, succulently plangent drones and disturbed ringing tones. Depurative, febrifugal, unreasonably suggestive stuff designed for your personalities to develop as angelic children in dissolute adult bodies. And that’s not all, folks.

Ever since the initial and splendidly titled “The Drunken Master In His Crumbling Citadel”, Wright incites the listener to the contemplation of a murky ecstasy through a self-explanatory urban commentary: a field recording of a bona fide drunkard, muttering his own truth (incomprehensibly for this scrutinizer) amidst metropolitan echoes and gradually swallowing walls of wailing axes depicting an idyllic harmonic tissue. A stark contrast, nonetheless suggesting something that sounds, for lack of a better adjective, divine. The discriminating acumen shown by the New Zealander in the assemblage of superimposed distortions (frequently sounding particularly consonant) is in this case counterbalanced by various recourses to extremely rudimentary, yet devastating melodies (check the first disc’s final episode “Follow The Leader”, the very title hinting to a concept that makes me recoil in horror) which should ideally encourage a brighter vision of a decaying materialism but in the end elicits a peculiar type of quiet desperation, to say the least.

As always, the guitarist looks especially interested in changing the gradation of timbres via altered varieties of equalization, a knowledgeable processing that literally disintegrates chords and lines into sparkling smidgens of gritty idiosyncrasy. And those drones: the best on the market for over a decade now. Amplifiers at 11 are not enough to emulate what this man manages to achieve with a simple arpeggio surrounded by thousands of mashed-snail reverberations. Let me tell you once and for all: people like Wright and, on a different playground, Aidan Baker are the initiators of this kind of modern-day six-string painting. The rest are for the large part cheap imitators that occasionally strike a mere ounce of gold with an appropriate choice of colours, nothing more.

Therefore save your money - thus preventing some pathetically incompetent, tinnitus-inducing retrograde from impersonating the god of hermitic thaumaturgy in a valve-amped Walhalla - and support those who have been walking the walk after talking the talk for decades, barely noticed, utterly enlightened. The grief-stricken broken illusions portrayed in this gorgeous release might fight a bit with the witty cleverness of their creator’s real-life attitude (perceivable even in his website and email updates); still, they’re undoubtedly the nearest thing to a representation of guitar-based endlessness that I can think of. A bulletin like this is a good reason to be grateful."

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