• Sylvain Lupari

VLAD NEDELIN: Postante (2015)

Postante is a nice surprise loaded of indutrial moods which has this indeniable peculiarity of bringing us somewhere else

1 Totally Ripe 10:23 2 Nothing Disappears 4:36 3 Post Meridiem 7:03 4 Yet to Be Told 7:17 5 An Isle 6:32 6 Through the Tunnel 5:07 7 Temporary Residence 3:30 8 Ante Meridiem 1:21 9 Untouched 8:05 VN Music| VN001CD

(CD 53:54) (V.F.) (Ambient and industrial music)

Here's an interesting album for those who like a more or less ambiospherical EM, but of a psybient kind. A native of Russia Vlad Nedelin is a Jazz percussionist who now lives in Stockholm. Member of the Sweden Jazz quartet Nybakat! he also composes, arranges and produces a more filmic and thematic music for years now. He signs here a first solo album endowed with a surprising sound aestheticism. POSTANTE is an interesting journey in the universe of music without borders. The themes here are very cinematographic and reflect a little this image of the artwork where we distinguish a big tower right in the middle of nowhere, except maybe that of an ocean because of this relation with the overabundance of water noises which encircle the 9 tracks of this very interesting first solo album of Vlad Nedelin. His approach breathes of a fascinating industrial moods with a plethora of metal noises, slow spectral woosh, white noises and glitches, endless rain and finally footsteps which resound on a sheet steel stone floor, a little as if we were inside a submarine. The composer and the Swedish-Russian arranger weaves here atmospheres closer of the agoraphobia in a sound panorama which flirts between Blade Runner and The City from Vangelis.

Totally Ripe begins this adventure with a wave of which the rippling caresses glides over a fauna full of noises and metallic jingles. Squeaking of metal are roaring while the percussions run away from the random beatings and the drumming of the glitches. A heavy line of bass widens a threat which slowly turns into in a kind of rhythm. Totally Ripe becomes then a kind of very soft industrial down-tempo where jingles and percussions try to force a rhythm which remains floating and whose tragic crescendo establishes little by little this climate of claustrophobia which reigns all over this album. Straight away the listener will be very attracted by this lot of noises, subdivided into multiple layers of atmospheres, which does irradiate the fascination of this first solo work of Vlad Nedelin. This line of vampiric bass spreads its