Late last week a music teacher friend was telling me how occidental music is very melody-forward, but if you look at historic music in other cultures like Africa or near-East migrations, it's not always the case. Not knowing anything about it, I took him at his word.
Opening Inlet, I had doubts. Too heavy? Five min song? Seven min song? NINE MIN SONG? Most likely it's because I lack a compass to parse the genre. The combination lack of melody, forward rhythm guitar and percussion, far away vocals, and ending tracks with a tonal hum (oh.) doesn't get purchase in my memory. But that has an effect of quieting the frontal lobe until, lo and behold, the album is done already? It becomes meditative in nature, and music should be able to do that. It's easy to imagine staring at a barely lit stage, mouth agape. But I won't get to see a concert for months; for now, this is a fitting background for folding paper cranes.
Re-listening, of course there are melodies here, just need to look a little harder. "Step into You" for sure, and "Folding" kind of does it all—folding into itself. It's not exactly my cup of tea, but it is pretty cool all the same.
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