by Lisa Cordaro ‘Ethereal’ is an overused word when it comes to Brian Eno. However, it is an apt one, so I apologise for using it again here. Wordless and ethereal is where I am right now musically: I’m listening to a lot of Thomas Newman, Michael Hedges and Eno’s back catalogue. As the godfather of ambient himself says: ‘In the early seventies I found myself preferring film soundtracks to most other types of records. What drew me to them was their sensuality and unfinished-ness – in the absence of the film they invited you, the listener, to complete them in your mind.’
To be honest, I lost my way with Eno a couple of years ago. I wasn’t sure about ‘Small Craft on a Milk Sea’ as an album, or exactly clear where he fitted into the collaboration. To me, ‘Small Craft …’ sounded more like a Jon Hopkins production circa ‘Contact Note’: a mismatched collection of mood music and industrial, with Leo Abrahams thrown in for good measure. Somehow the album doesn’t gel – it’s a challenging listen for those who are used to the Eno canon.