Out In Worship
I’ve found Perishable’s albums to be the equivalent of angular Scandinavian furniture. They’re a delight to contemplate, a marvel of design where curves and open space occupy places normally reserved for other things. Still, they are somewhat uncomfortable, items that demand your attention and analysis, rather than fade into the background of utility like good little objects.
As I started to say, Out In Worship serve a quizzical mix of sounds. An extended intro of straight ahead beats meshed with turntable antics, pulsating keyboards and burping bass builds into an Indian interlude, with gurgling drums and buzzing strings and then into a low-key rhythmic number. A constantly evolving cascade of sounds, twenty minutes of constant change. Other pieces on this album are shorter, but no less demanding.