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The Death Of Money
Ghost Pains LP



01. New Son
02. Wherever You Are
03. Outside Emptiness
04. Hospital Bed
05. Ghost Pains
06. Running Through Dreams
07. Only Everything
08. Coda
09. Trust The Outsiders

"Running Through Dreams" features Jarboe.

"Ghost Pains" is the third full-length by this long-running Welsh trio, this time with a slightly shortened version of their moniker. As before they blend an appreciation for modern, heavy music together with an experimental edge to create a swirling, hypnotic maelstrom of repetitive, naturally grooving stoner-rock, kind of like Neurosis meets My Bloody Valentine meets Sonic Youth meets Can.



Release date 17/02/17.

LP co-released with the band.


Ltd. to 250 copies on heavy black vinyl.


Ninehertz
What can I honestly say about The Death of Money? That I love them like brothers, that I honestly miss the word 'Her' that once stood in their name like a puzzling sentence lifted from a trash novella? Nah, let's focus on the music. Once a crushing and simplistic band intent on crushing the listener to dust with repetition and amp abuse, the trio who now span Manchester and Welsh origins have almost put their old moniker to the crypt. The new, leaner name comes with a more orchestrated and epic feel. Where before songs pounded away to hypnotic levels, the songs that form Ghost Pains have the spirit of the past but with a more considered and nuanced approach. The broad brushstrokes of their old sound are there underneath, but there's a finer painting of textures here, songs dip their toes in careful dynamics and the wash of effects makes it a captivating listen from the start. There's hints within the songs that influences have been expanded over the years, the crushing bleakness is still omnipresent, but a softer edge to songs like the dreamy Wherever You Are belie record collections that could encompass Jesu and perhaps 80s pop alongside the Corrupted, My Bloody Valentine and Sleep. The aesthetic is still a sense of high emotion and that feeling of wading through treacle still pervades all told. This is being billed as the group's third full-length, but it does enough to throw off the shackles of the past 12 years. The cleaner vocals that Kaskie has started to favour over his old screech add a sadness to the music that might have been missing before. The mournful Outside Emptiness drips with reverb and a sense of reverence to loss. The title track acts as a centrepiece here, gently emerging like a winter sun, eventually exploding with cold light when the mood is right. The gentle strains it promises to begin with arch their back to appear bigger and when the payoff drops it's a strange, minor chord that hooks you in. It sounds huge, but with a sadness there too. Ex-Swans oracle and all-round brilliant vocalist Jarboe appears on the short, but sweet Running Through Dreams which relies on an other-worldly haze and hue that recalls the more lucid moments of Echo & The Bunnymen at times. This flattened, grainy feel can be used as a great descriptor for the album as a whole. It's life through a blurred lens, a smudged image of watching yourself living. Halfway between dreams and a bleary-eyed reality. All beautiful, all the time. Give it a listen, it's like plunging into warm water and floating.

Des Cendres A La Cave
D’accord, rien de bien nouveau sous le soleil noir : d’abord, des grosses guitares maintes et maintes fois entendues ailleurs. Et puis une basse, maousse elle aussi. La batterie n’est pas en reste, elle martèle ce qu’il faut et tabasse rarement mais quand elle le fait, elle y va franchement. Tout ça fleure bon tous ces trucs à base de metal, hardcore et compagnie affublés du préfixe post. Au bout d’un morceau, on sait déjà qu’on vient d’en faire le tour. Mais on se plante complètement. D’abord, là où l’on s’attend à entendre hurlement guttural et cri forcément primal se tient en fait une voix en retrait, claire la plupart du temps, fantomatique et lointaine, enfouie quelque part sous l’épais canevas. Franchement neurasthénique, elle laboure les tréfonds sans jamais effleurer la surface. Ensuite, des claviers – pas franchement plus guillerets – hantent les morceaux et leur présence renforce grandement le côté purement mélancolique du maelström qui se tient tout autour. Enfin, à bien y regarder, les riffs se montrent salement hypnotiques et visent le spleen plus souvent qu’à leur tour. Curieux mélange. On pensait se retrouver à labourer un pré carré déjà circonscrit (Neurosis, Isis, ce genre, Godflesh aussi) et en creusant les sillons, on se retrouve ailleurs, du côté du post-punk versant The Cure. Disque Janus partagé entre violence et vraie tristesse, lourdeur et finesse, Ghost Pains, troisième album de The Death Of Money, intrigue et surtout, emprisonne. Ici, on travaille les textures, on désarticule l’ossature mais on ne la casse pas, on arrondie juste les angles à la serpe tout en laissant quelques échardes bienvenues lézarder la surface. Bref, on insuffle du poids au manque de lumière et on dessine une musique tout aussi séduisante que retorse, tangentielle et donc floue. Le trio se tient sur les frontières mais n’en franchit aucune et puise toute sa singularité de sa posture funambule. Même quand il invite Jarboe sur un morceau, il fait tout pour qu’on ne puisse pas la reconnaître. En cela, on le rapprochera volontiers d’autres équilibristes comme True Widow par exemple. Si ce n’est que The Death Of Money est insulaire – ce sont des Gallois de Cardiff – et que cela s’entend. Leur vibration est beaucoup moins doom et rien ne les empêche de balancer un Hospital Bed purement fantomatique et à poil, envahi par une épaisse nappe de brouillard. Leur post-punk arachnéen se double d’accents shoegaze qui achèvent de précipiter l’ensemble dans les limbes. Dès lors, Ghost Pains place beaucoup de légèreté dans un environnement par ailleurs bien plombé et transmet son spleen sans difficulté. Wherever You Are, Running Through Dreams ou Only Everything qui vient juste après exposent leurs hématomes au grand jour et ne cachent jamais leur sensibilité derrière un impénétrable mur du son. Le trio n’hésite pas à réduire les potards pour laisser la mélodie occuper les devants quand le besoin s’en fait sentir et tout cela sans maniérisme aucun. Tout dans la suggestion, rien dans la démonstration. The Death Of Money ne se regarde pas pleurer et ne veut pas qu’on l’accompagne. Il pleure et c’est déjà bien assez. Empruntant ici et là pour dessiner une voie qui lui est propre, c’est bien sur celui-là que le groupe semble s’être trouvé. En témoignent les deux premiers longs formats bien différents, Spirit Of The Stairwell et You Are Loved, où le trio s’appelait encore The Death Of Her Money : les mêmes intentions mais pas encore cet équilibre qui fait sonner Ghost Pains si bien aujourd’hui. Intense et accaparant, Ghost Pains accompagne idéalement l’hiver déclinant et pousse à se rouler en chien de fusil sur ses idées grises.

Outlaws Of The Sun
Welsh trio The Death Of Money return, having dropped the Her from their name, with their best album yet, the breathtaking Ghost Pains, an album that grows better after each listen. Ghost Pains is a heavy record, not only sonically but more in terms of its spirit and the feelings that the music evokes and the whole experience is a hypnotic and harrowing but extremely rewarding trip through the bands music. The album gets off to a crushing start from the very first notes of opening song New Son and the sheer power of the music of The Death Of Money takes hold of you immediately and doesn't let go until the last wail of feedback on closing track Trust The a outsiders ring out. There are elements of each song that let you catch your breath that are necessary before the hypnotic power of the music grabs you by the throat again and passes you through an emotional wringer, it is that powerful. The repetition of mantras works in the bands favour throughout the record, encasing you in a sense of familiarity but there are always surprises lurking that take a hold you when you are least expecting it. There is a calmness on the album too but it is a foreboding calm that works in tandem with that element of surprise and this is the true beauty of Ghost Pains. Songs such as Hospital Bed and the albums title track are beautifully realised songs and show a different kind of heaviness, a trait that is littered throughout the album. The music on here is a soul crushing morphing of the sheer power of Neurosis with the stealthy overwhelming power of My Bloody Valentine, and if it sounds this good on record then it can only sound even better in a live environment. That Neurot connection is cemented by the appearance of Neurosis collaborator and Swans chanteuse Jarboe on the triumphant Running Through Dreams, a bewitching mix of the bands hazy riffs and the ethereal majesty of Jarboe's voice, one of the greatest voices ever, her vocals soar between being hypnotic and simply beautiful as only she can and although there is a stillness to the track, it is heavy on a way that most bands cannot comprehend. By the time the album reaches its climax with the mighty closing trio of the vast loneliness of Only Everything, the caustic vibe of Coda and perfect album closer, the painfully joyful Trust The Outsiders, the bands vision has been truly realised. Ghost Pains is an all encompassing triumph of an album and one that The Death Of Money should be truly proud of. This is the sound of the bands ethos fully realised, Painful, heartbreaking but uplifting too. A simply stunning record.