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MH-263 Bibio - Vignetting The Compost  Seamlessly amalgamating nature and electronics, Vignetting The Compost, the third full-length release from Bibio, channels instruments and vocals from a bygone era through a futuristic digital portal. History may credit Edison with the phonograph but, in truth, the first such device mysteriously washed up on the shores of England in 1876… playing Bibio. Vignetting The Compost is at once timeless and innovative; 60s-esque folk guitar and mechanic manipulations of sounds whose instruments of origin are less important than the feelings they evoke, layer upon each other with ease and intricacy. Just when you expect to hear Nico’s moan escaping your stereo, Bibio himself comes through with a voice that could have sung next to her on “These Days.” Truly, this is an album for the ages. |
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| Some of Bibio's most varied and immediate work - All Music Guide / A beautiful, crackling bricolage of vintage sounds - Evil Monito / Bibio’s best record - PopMatters / Quite perfect - Losing Today / Bibio should have no problem calling his greatest - Urb / Beautiful, expressive pools of sound - The Agit Reader |
| Bibio is best described as Brian Eno dressed like an Ewok alone in the wilderness of the future. Also, he’s drunk on dandelion wine. Too outré? Okay, let me try again... Vignetting the Compost is a wonder to listen to: ethereal songs (or, if you prefer, soundscapes) unbounded by rules. It’s an album that you could put on while you’re painting your house and think you haven’t heard the same thing twice before you realize that you’re stoned off of the fumes and you’ve painted it thrice. “Under the Pier” is a treat for anyone who misses the ocean. “Weekend Wildfire” effortlessly meshes the sounds of trees and wind with acoustic guitars. If ever you feel the urge to run off into the trees because society is driving you mad, listen to Vignetting the Compost first, then make your decision. - See |
