Sevens And Twelves

Somewhere in the vaporous glow of post-rock heaven, all good bands will have their ungainly mortal brains replaced by the optimum frequency modulation....

Sevens And Twelves

8 / 10 Somewhere in the vaporous glow of post-rock heaven, all good bands will have their ungainly mortal brains replaced by the optimum frequency modulation. Fridge, thankfully, won't be one of them, too happy rambling through all the permutations of their minds to relinquish them for hard-edged perfection.



Collecting together the trio's singles to date, these two discs highlight their quietly confident insularity. From a distance, it's teemingly diverse - the calypso ripples of 'Astrozero' replacing Teutonically approved dots and loops, the scabrous jazz scales of 'Fisa', the Add N To (X) nightclub nausea of 'For Force' - yet close up, they have a lovely precision. Unafraid to call a simple harmonic motion 'Simple Harmonic Motion', it's a slow, time-lapsed world they create; 'Anglepoised' blossoms over 15 blissfully rhythmic minutes, while 'Sequoia' traces a silvered violin trail over sparse, subspace dub.



Tortoise, in their infinite, arcane wisdom, induce wonder in the listener by naming a track 'In Sarah, Mencken, Christ and Beethoven There Were Both Women And Men'. Fridge, somewhat less terrifyingly, call one of their songs 'Concert In Your Home'. 'Sevens And Twelves' is that friendly, that immediate, but the windows are open on a world of possibility.

To rate this track, log in to NME.COM

To read all our reviews first - days before they appear online - check out NME magazine, on sale every Wednesday

Comments

Please login to add your comment.

More Videos
More
Latest Tickets - Booking Now
 
Know Your NME
 

 
NME Store & Framed Prints
Inside NME.COM