[CD – Richter Collective / Little Plastic Tapes LPT008 – February 23rd 2009]
Printed on c.d. in a run of 1,000
Imagine for a minute that the Irish rock underground is a scary warren of tunnels. A bit like somewhere from the land of Mordor in Lord of the Rings except you can access it through a secret portal in the Lower Deck or the Boom Boom Room. It’s a cold, damp, labyrinthine place full of discordant, relentless, yet fascinating music. If bands like Adebisi Shank and Bats are the freshly-hatched spawn who guard the gates to this netherworld, chances are that Estel reside somewhere within it’s darkest vaults. They’d be a huge glowing maggot, or monstrous spider, an enigmatic creature that has resided beneath Dublin for ten years now, dreaming up dark, uncompromising instrumental music, oblivious to the fads and fashions of the world above.
The latest release to ooze forth (in keeping with the dodgy Lord of the Rings allegory) from camp Estel is an untitled album of tracks named after the four gospels, with a cover of The Stooges ‘Fun House’ thrown in for good measure. The album is a collaboration with Stooges saxophonist Steve Mackay and Mike Watt who played bass with practically every American hardcore band you can shake a stick at.
I know what some of you are thinking. “The four gospels? This stinks of self-important dreck.” I thought the same, until I saw the track-listing on my iTunes player. ‘Matthew’, ‘Mark’, ‘Luke’ and ‘John’ are punctuated, beautifully, hilariously and surely intentionally, by ‘Fun House’. This is apparently the gospel according to Estel. A reading where his great unholiness Iggy rubs shoulders with the four scribes.
The music itself was recorded in a short burst (perhaps because Watt and Mackay only had so much time on their hands), but as such, provides an engaging document of what happens when this sort of endeavour works. Rather than melting respectfully into the background, as others might do when working with their heroes, Estel are clearly the measure of the their collaborators. The first half of the album is more uneasy than the second. The band weave an urgent, undulating tapestry of sinister sonic matter on ‘Mark’ and maintain a remarkable piano refrain that not only supports Watt’s saxophone, but sounds like the product of months in the studio rather than an afternoon’s improvisation.
‘Luke’ and ‘John’, the two tracks that follow a respectful reading of ‘Fun House’, are lighter affairs. On ‘John’ in particular, the music seems to float endlessly upwards, and Mackay’s sax sounds like a balloon let loose from a net, drifting into rarefied spaces in the upper atmosphere. For an album recorded in such a short space of time, this is a remarkably expressive and coherent piece of work and testament to this band’s importance in the Irish underground.
KEEP IT FAST.COM-
I’m actually a big fan of improvisation. A lot of my writing stems
for just sitting down at the computer and just going for it, which is
why so much of it is rambling, boring and uses such awful analogies.
The feeling I have about ‘Untitled’ is further confirmed from reading an excerpt from Mike Watt’s tour diary, which has been scribbled in the linear notes. From what Andrew Bushe of Estel states in a very brief paragraph below Watt’s; Estel had gone in to record with Watt, only for Steve Mackay to turn up and ask to be in on what they were recording.
It’s essentially a jam sessions album, where a group of like-minded
individuals have been brought together, wandered into a studio and just
started playing and playing and playing and this is the resulting cut,
plus a version of one of The Stooges most famous tracks, ‘Fun House.’
I mean, this is all presumable: there’s a feeling that Estel, Watt and
Mackay had down what they were going to record and this was the result,
but to me, it has that air of unpredictability and awe that suggests
that it all feels like a scene from Curb Your Enthusiasm in its nature of creativeness.
The intro on ‘Matthew’ is a ghostly, crackling start that
smoothly slides into a warm saxophone flourish, like a malt whisky
being liberally poured into a crystal glass. Its gait is somewhat
plodding, yet picks up the pace into becoming a drunken march,
punctuated by the echoing keyboards and distant fuzz in the background.
‘Matthew’ is a strange opening track; it doesn’t seem to go
anywhere as such; yet builds on this solid repeated verse by adding
more and more instruments and sounds to create a silky, yet mellow
piece of instrumental rock.
‘Mark’ is suitably chilling and ostentatious; starting with
a sinister bass groove and steady drumbeat that is suddenly hit by a
strained saxophone drawl and the kind of keyboard effects that were
last heard in a Christopher Lee movie; involving a guy who has no reflection, doesn’t go out in the sun much and hates bits of wood named ‘Mr Pointy.’ In fact, it all sounds like something from Papa Lazarou’s Pandemonium Carnival – I have this image of Reece Shearsmith,
orchestrating the band in some mad-scientist/unhinged conductor style,
constantly cackling with glee over the pure circus of noise that they
are creating. Imagine the ‘Phantom of the Opera’
theme being played with the music sheets upside-down. Creepy doesn’t
even begin to describe it, but yet it’s easily the best and personally,
my favourite track on this recording, just for the downright
disconcerting feel I have about it.
On the cover of ‘Fun House’ I kept expecting lounge-jazz crooner Richard Cheese
to pop up with his distinctive twang and run through a suitably
hilarious version of the track. There’s not much to say about this, as
it’s pretty much a faithful cover, but with added keyboards making up
for the lack of Iggy slurring over the rambling
madness of it all and the scuzzy edge of the original has been shaved
off. Mackay seems to have been given free reign with his sax, dousing ‘Fun House’ with a thick layer of eccentric parping.
‘Luke’ is the only track to not feature the brass talents
of Mr Mackay and feels slightly alien compared to the other tracks.
Nevertheless, it cuts a sharp line in ambience, acting as a musical
wash of sound built on the same repeated drum roll and some trippy
electronic whirls that brings to mind Alias & Ehren. It kind of has a very placid, almost hip-hop vibe, without actually being hip-hop; bursting with wraithlike haze.
‘John’ equates to something you would hear over the top of
a piece of film running in slow motion; possibly during a ‘coming to
terms with’ scene or one where the lead character shoots up a load of
class A and blissfully passes into the world of dreams and confusion.
It’s a soft, ethereal piece of looping jazz that warbles and
reverberates in the right places to keep the listener interested
through its distinctly progressive ride. An interesting collaboration
that might seem strange at first, but with perseverance, is ultimately
rewarding – bloody freaky cover art though.+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
All of us are human, that much we know. We know not from whence we came, nor where we are headed, and so, we search for guidance. We seek that which is hidden, that which cannot be known. Our lust and desire is insatiable. From that desire, stems temptation. Temptation, if succumbed to, leads to ruin. So that we may resist those that tempt us, we must look to more nobler souls than ours to inspire and lead us. Estel represent such nobility, their decade long residence at the core of Ireland’s underground music scene has proven them to be worthy and indelible souls. Their staunch resistance of commercialisation, their virtuous commitment to the embrace of the new and inventive, and their lofty, higher purpose, all combine to make them leaders, warriors, and indeed preachers of goodwill.
On their latest record, Estel combine with two legends, Steve Mackay, famed saxophonist with The Stooges, and Mike Watt, veteran of the 1980s U.S. harcore scene, to create a mesmeric testament that cements their status as underground idols. The record is called, simply, Untitled, and was conceived and recorded in a blaze of creative opportunism in three hours in September 2007.
Matthew 5:16: Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your good works.
Estel’s first collaborative illumination with Watt and Mackay takes the name Matthew, and traces a winding, slippery path into some disturbed circus territory. Mackay’s saxophone is reminiscent of the more thoughful tracks on Bowie’s Black Tie, White Noise, while overall the track would sit competently in the company of the Thin White Duke’s 70’s exercise in minimalism, Low. For all its meandering tempo, Matthew exudes enthusiasm, and the raw energy that clearly went into the production has been caught and harnessed expertly. The sinister underbelly that permeates Matthew lends realism to the heavenly exploits of the woodwind, and inspires comparison with the world as it exists today: filled with glory on one hand, and tarnished with corruption on the other. In this case, the light wins out, Mackay lifts and wills one upwards, and the last haunting notes close the shutters on the cosy French café that houses such dreams and poetry that even Gods stand in awe of.
Mark 4:21: For whatever is hidden is meant to be disclosed, and whatever is concealed is meant to be brought out into the open.
The heightened frenzy of fairground lunacy takes a stranglehold from the first eerie refrains of Mark, the second track on Untitled. The thudding, stomping combination of bass and guitar bequething an otherworldly guttaral foundation on which the piercing of keys and saxaphone crests, revealing the almost manic spiral of intricacy that Mark descends into. As the pace gathers and quickens, the drum rolls become more frequent, beating with almost tribal rage, and all the while the twin treble sounds of synth and sax veer off eccentrically. But strangely, for all the eclecticism inherent in what is essentially an improvised work, there is a solidity, a bassline on which the whole is formulated, and that holds it together as a concrete entity within its own right.
Pat Sharpe: I get a lot of questions about the mullet and a lot about the twins. I didn’t sleep with either of them. In fact, my family and their families are very good friends.
Faced with 2 Stooges, Estel were no doubt delighted to play the third, and no better song could they have chosen to cover for fun than Fun House. This version is an altogether more syncopated affair than the original, and contains an agressive, jazzy streak. MacKay would have played on the original recording way back in 1970, and it’s delightful to hear the expressiveness in his lead role on this track. He makes it sound fresh still, and brings new twists and turns to a lick he’s probably played thousands of times. There is no debate, this house believes that recording this cover was probably the most fun these fine exhibitors had in their three hour recording whirlwind in Ashtown, and it most certainly comes across on the record.
Luke 9:34: While he was speaking, a cloud appeared and enveloped them, and they were afraid as they entered the cloud.
Into the mist comes Luke, the only track on Untitled that features Estel solely. It’s a haunting affair, heavy on the Dirty 3-esque sweeps and swirls, and yet it’s curiously mellowing after the berserker stylings of Mark and the full-on party of Fun House. It’s 3 a.m., the kettle is boiling, you’ve left the heating on when you went out so the house is a sauna. That weird sick feeling you had on the NiteLink is fading, and the warm glow of that last drink’s embrace is bursting through your cheeks, but still, you can’t help feeling that something you said, something you did, some awful, terrible thing, is going to interrupt your peace. Luke says, it won’t.
John 4:37: For in this case the saying is true, ‘One sows and another reaps.’
MacKay and Watts return on the last gospel, John, a soothing, laid-back affair that speaks of open spaces and happier times. It’s a smooth, rolling ride along the coast, a dreamlike imagining of hangliding through perfectly still air. It’s all kinds of foolish, romantic images rolled into a eight minute long loop of peace and contentment: inconceivable how such calm was forged under such a highly strained recording schedule. Untitled closes there, with one last dischordant blast of every instrument, one last triumphant shout to the heavens, one last crash of free jazz.
“Instrumental improv?” is the question that will accompany the quizzical look when you mention this record, but it’s more than that. This is a whole, a whole that even the creators could not likely have hoped for when they embarked on this project. It is as complete as any record that may have taken longer to make, as complete as any recording that was achieved via militant perfectionism; and it is a true joy to listen to and feel yourself yielding to the infectious enthusiasm and excitement that must have infested those studios is Ashtown where this was birthed.
It says a lot about a band when they manage to get the legends that are Mike Watt and Steve Mackay to play on their album, or more than that, to actually record a full on collaboration with them. The fact that Estel have done just this is an indication of the quality of this band. Now going ten years, Estel have been very consistent with the quality of their music, and with that music being very unique and somewhat un definable. No matter how I try I never seem to be able to pin down their music, nor am I able to come up with any kind of accurate description of this music, there doesn’t seem to be any easy or clear definition of this music, sometimes it’s quite calm, atmospheric almost, only to burst into frenzy and all out chaos, most of the time it’s quite dark, and manages to be both playful and menacing at the same time.
While listening to their new album, the aforementioned collaboration with Mike Watt and Steve Mackay, it is clear that Estel have not let up on their quality, and downright off-the-wall sound, helped greatly by Watt and Mackay, most notably with the addition of Mackay’s saxophone adding yet another element to the sometimes circus-like madness that is Estels music. There is a somewhat different feel to this album than previous Estel releases, due, in no small part, to the participation of the temporary new members. The songs seem somewhat slower than usual, and on the last two songs, when they become drenched (more so than usual) in keyboards things become a lot more atmospheric, and at times almost psychedelic, in its own way. This is an interesting, and somewhat understandable, progression (in so far as anything can be understandable with this band).
In terms of achievements, both for the band, and for the Irish underground, it is great to see this band, who are in their own rights legends of sorts; what with a career now a decade old and considering the contributions made to the ‘scene’ during that career, now collaborating with two musicians who are undeniably legends, something which will no doubt bring Estel to the attention of a larger audience, assuming they want the attention, that is.
OFF HER ROCKER-
Keep your eyes peeled in coming weeks for the abso-brill Estel record featuring five spectacular, spontaneous songs recorded with Steve Mackay and Mike Watt of The Stooges in about three hours. It just misses this year’s lists with a release date of 9 January at The Lower Deck. I’m wearing in my fan t-shirt already!
On the 9th of Janurary Estel release their first volume of collaborations with Mike Watt (co-founder of The Minutemen and fIREHOSE, and as of 2003 bassist for the reunited Iggy Pop & The Stooges as well as many other bands) and Steve Mackay ( an American tenor saxophone player, best known for his participation on The Stooges’ influential second album Fun House)
And to celebrate this Estel are playing a few dates around the country (more about the gigs at the end), but not only are they releasing this quality collaboration they’re also marking Estel’s 10 years together as a band which in itself is fucking huge.
As for the CD itself, well I really fucking liked it and really shows what Estel can do. The album is dark and atmospheric, sometimes slow and then jumping into full on freak out with a touch of psychedelic in the mix, this is not a band trying to play along or keep up with two legends this is full on collaboration and don’t take my meandering word for it, listen for yourself.
OFF HER ROCKER-
EP : Estel
2009 marks Estel’s decade-landmark of personificating music in Ireland. It must give them great pleasure to move forward to even greater heights with the start of this year: volume 1 of their recordings with Steve Mackay and Mike Watt of The Stooges will be released this week: first in Freds in Cork tomorrow night, Sally Long’s in Galway on Thursday and then Friday 9 January at the Lower Deck.
I tipped this in my EP round-up as one of the first to watch out for this year: it’s a blammer, dark, heavy and strong. I never know how to write about music literally but get this:
Ponderous drums, steady, deliberate and filled with intent. Not dim or malevolent but deep as the hypnogogic state between awareness and sleep, taps of bright, lucid codes and slumbering diffusion to lull then jar as tempos kick and change.
Guitars like water-insects skidding across surfaces. They climb, they career, they clear to land. They sting, you slap and sigh with ecstatic itches.
Synths/keys ascending above rocky ground, providing lurid sonic-plumage of great colour, flying and filling boundaries’ furthest reach.
Saxophone, the most woefully under-used instrument in rock, hollow blasts of brass talons applied to great effect as a complement to the thinner ring of steel strings.
Untitled, known only as volume 1, four of five tracks are named after Gospels in The Bible and the fifth, a cover of Fun House, pays homage to Mackay and Watt. This record is not about The Stooges, however. It’s not just about Estel or their long-running dedication. This is about spontaenity, improvision, inherent quality of musical minds. This is about masterful instrumental control, imagination, insight. Recorded in a few hours with little reheasal or preliminary discussion, it’s about putting a bunch of talented fuckers in a room and pressing “Go”. Anything could have happened. Carnage even.
It’s grasping a handful of grass to find a single red blade of sound…and not a drop of sweat or blood in sight.
SUNDAY BUSINESS POST-
A collaboration between underground music luminaries and sometime Stooges Steve Mackay and Mike Watt, with cultish Dublin instrumental band Estel, the five-track Untitled is the result of an intense and uncompromising three-hour jam session; the band’s idiosyncratic experiments with melody and discord are laced brilliantly with Mackay’s sax and Watt’s bass.
Apart from an unsettlingly flamboyant cover of The Stooges’ epic Fun House, it’s the four gospel-titled originals which catch the ear. Matthew is all rumbling bass and menacing sax with a vaguely reassuring piano chime, while the more frenetic Mark leaps from the dark with its forbidding organ lead. The choice cut is John, a graphic novel-jazz piece with a triumphant marching rhythm, half-masking a nagging hint of malevolence. It’s a glorious fusion, and we await the forthcoming Untitled 2 with tremulous anticipation. ****
ESTEL UNTITLED [FEATURING MIKE WATT AND STEVE MACKAY]
features a collaboration between irish instrumental outfit and current stooges members mike watt and steve mackay. mike watt is also a former member of legendary punk rock outfit the minutemen. steve mackay played sax on some of the very early stooges releases. the album was recorded during a weekend jamming session at ashtown studios and features five improvised jams. features four original pieces along with a rather bonkers cover of the stooges classic track fun house. its a rather fantasic collection of jazz tinged post rock, scuzzy avant rock and thunderous post punk rumblings.
[CD – Little Plastic Tapes 07 – Autumn 2006]
Printed on c.d. in a run of 1,000
BAD ACID ZINE
Estel’s release, “The Bones of Something”, is the auditory equivalent of Danny Elfman conducting an avant-rock band scoring the life of a male stalker, and the music is the thoughts perpetuating his obsessive compulsion and actions.
The recording starts off with “Stacey”, a disturbing music-and-sound-effect-backed narration of a man leaving a telephone message to a woman he is apparently stalking, and the one-sided “conversation” shifts from creepy to an all-out suicidal/homicidal closing, a brilliant introduction into the realm of the Dublin-based quartet that is Estel.
Most of what is performed on this recording dwells upon repetition, but it is the unique moments of subtlety which keep things fresh and flowing throughout.
The drastic time-changes & tones of all instruments involved remind of the most appealing parts of the band Faith No More, yet still manifest a feeling of uniqueness and remain saturated in originality.
Tommy O’Sullivan’s guitar-playing occasionally gives a nod of homage to the major-key high-neck riffs of Modest Mouse, yet he blindsides the listener with a bleak low-end heavy riff, proving he can take you to somewhere bright and lovely and then the sonic tidal wave crashes to the ocean floor to bring you to the dark depths of newly-blackened territory.
Sarah Sheil’s keyboard parts are a pivotal point of Estel, in that she can play extremely morose segments of songs, yet also contribute parts reminiscent of childhood lullabies at odd intervals, providing a bizarre and almost carnival-like feeling to the songs.
Andrew Bushe’s drum parts are tight, tasteful, groovy at times, and instill a solid backbone to the chaotic and dynamic progressions which encompass “The Bones of Something”, and without Bushe, these songs would not be as visceral as their destined outcome.
Mike Watt, legendary bassist and member of the Minutemen, fIREHOSE, and recently with The Stooges, contributes a spoken-word piece to the 4th track, “Regardez Moi (I’m Up to My Neck in Shit.) (Again.)”, which is a building & beautiful piece with a haunting keyboard melody which spirals into a guitar, bass, and drum-heavy onslaught, kicking into half-time, punishing the listener whilst Watt retreats vocally, then the band descends tastefully and lightly back into a skeleton of the initial melody, inviting Watt to enter once again, finishing the song amazingly.
Track 8, “The Twisted Brain Wrong of a One Off Man Mental” is a solid ending piece to the album which shows Steven Anderson’s bass-groove abilities and the gift to perpetuate a track which some may consider slightly stale in melody if it weren’t for his spectacular fretwork. O’Sullivan’s guitar-work is heavy rhythm-oriented and maintains the droning melody with Anderson bouncing in and out of major and minor keys, clashing with Ministry-esque samples of distorted laughing, Sheil’s keyboard strong-hold, guitar-feedback and Bushe’s eased-back drum beat, which all seem to fall away one at a time, slowly seeing to the demise of an enthralling song.
In short, Estel’s “The Bones of Something” is an uncompromising testament to the truly strange, beautiful, creative, and ultimately, disturbing.
ALBUM OF THE WEEK: estel have been hinting at some really great things over the course of three previous albums but i have to say this new album has taken a giant step for them, they have truly honed their instrumental synth led sounds into something altogether original and highly entertaining, they take in some elements of the modern post rock sounds, some eighties keyboard led sounds and even some strange mutated version of a b movie horror soundtrack, the end result is one of the finest irish records of the year so far in my humble opinion and its always such a pleasure when something comes along and leaves me at odds to even try and describe on paper, there are lots of repetitive and explosive guitar led pieces slowly mutating into catchy synth chord progressions, the legendary mike watt of minutemen fame makes a sublime spoken word appearence on track four and after that all i can do is highly recommend you at least have a listen to this record as you will be very pleasantly surprised, the album is released on their own label little plastic tapes
now spooky irish rock or something like that from estel. it’s a weird post rocky album with moments of panicking beauty that if listened to on your ipod would make your walk home the most exhilarating and terrifying ever. sounds like meanwhile back in communist russia says phil. inside is a picture of a disemboweled teddy!!! they say this is a horror movie sound track… i say a traveling circus in the rain with the threat of mob violence, pick pockets and being spun around on the waltzers by the tattooed grease monkey as he feels you up. exhilarating!! ..
estel have done it again!a new killer release on their own little plastic tapes label sees the 4 piece drift into a more lucid, dreamy nightmarish underworld of synth laden, drum reelin instrumentals.the art work is as screwed up as ever, brilliant but disturbed like the music within. mike watt makes an appearance also. pretty screwed up, psychedelia drenched punk rock going on here, with a touch of that swinging 1950’s old-time charm(?).get it you freak!
[DVD – Little Plastic Tapes and Square Eyes Pictures]
LIMITED EDITION RUN OF 20. OUT OF PRINT.
An entire set recorded live to two cameras (Voodoo Lounge, July 9th 2006). Cool sound.
[DVD – Little Plastic Tapes and Square Eyes Pictures-2005]
Little plastic video project volume one. contains live footage, videos, interviews, photos, art.
LIMITED EDITION RUN OF 70. OUT OF PRINT
[CD – Little Plastic Tapes 06 – Summer 2005]
Printed on compact disc in a run of 500. OUT OF PRINT.
Punk planet .u.s.a.
This Irish quartet plays dark, instrumental, goth rock. Angry at times, gloomy at others, they communicate these sentiments well with their urgent tempos, nimble guitar lines and dour melodies. It all gels together beautifully, creating a cathartic swell of emotion.
Unfit for consumption. Ireland (j.grimes)
Fuck you, estel folks, if you think for one second I’m going to type the whole title of your album. Who do you think you are, Fiona Apple? Jesus christ you freaks, it’s fucking three in the morning………Fuck you. Good album though. Yes dear reader, estel 2005 has developed fangs after years of having baby teeth, and they’re about to sink them into your face. Starting with the sound of a fire alarm in an operating theatre and finishing with a ghost having a nervous breakdown, estel’s third album expands on the uptight new wave and film soundtrack space outs of previous but also adds dashes of furious freewheeling punk (exhibit a: ‘little mucous monsters’), epic kraut- doom (I am but a vessel’) and genuinely creepy nursery rhymes (‘kings amongst men’). The new line up seems to have injected a venom and vigour that wasn’t previously there, guitars in particular coming a little more to the fore, and the bass work being a little more fluid. A stripped down D.I.Y. production and some amazing Sheil artwork complete a record that already sets a high standard for whatever else comes out of this country this year. If you liked estel before then you will love this, but more importantly if you didn’t this will be the album to convert you. Go see ‘em live as well, you’ll be surprised at how full on they’ve become. A belter.
Unfit for consumption. Ireland (n.McGuirk)
Estel have been a feature on the Dublin underground music scene for about eight years now. Fiercely independent, this is their third album. 8 songs of loud instrumental songs. With a nod to what is known as ‘kraut rock’ if I am to believe what I am told. The songs are a mix of manic drumming, catchy keyboard riffs, steady bass and striking guitars. They want your ears to explode when you listen to them. At times they do explode live and there is no need for the vocalist that so many bands have in their ranks. Estel speak with their actions and they are still speaking after all this time.
Slug and lettuce . u.s.a.
From the streets of Dublin comes this almost entirely instrumental band that has zero to do with penny whistles, fiddles or those hand held drums. It’s strange to me how a band from thirty years or so ago can seem to just within the last few years become so influential to so many new bands but that’s what goblin has done. Estel, much like goblin play creepy ambient music that could be a soundtrack to a film or a nightmare. Estel is not a carbon copy of goblin, they play faster and are less bass heavy. I hear some godspeed influences but estel reminds me more of fellow new school goblin worshippers, zombi but less ambient and without the full on synth. Estel’s synth elements are more stripped down and with a really nice tone. one of the things I like most about this recording is the xylophone which helps add to the creepy elements. Every song on this recording is long and epic. Only one has vocals which are more of creepy whispers and distorted screams than singing which fit’s the music pretty well. If you like your music dark and scary this is for you.
Rimbaud records list. Ireland.
Estel – My dreams are like rabbits,they built a tunnel,fell onto the pavement and died (Little Plastic Tapes) CDEstels 3rd album brand new and waiting for your praise!With a shift in the line up while keeping to their usual high standard, “My Dreams…” is an album to get easily hooked on – if you`ve heard the last album, you can expect some of the same twinned with some new kicks and sounds…if your not aquainted with Estel`s music than where the hell have you been hiding!?!Think driving rythems/soundscapes on a blanket of keyboards, drums guitars bass and god knows what other wierd sounds – some damn futuristic vibes coming off this album, not to mention to excellant sleeve art done by Estelian Sarah – for fans of ‘weird Twin Peaks space goth rock'(a genre yet to be invented but started on here!), Krautrock, Rock(!), DIY punk, Damaged 80`s synth sounds, Black Eyes, and of course Estel…i`m crap at reviews really – you`ll just have to check this out big time.Trust me, you`ll like it.
Norman records list .u.k.
The new album by estel is called; ‘my dreams…….’. imagine asking for that in your local woolworths!… and it doesn’t make sense- rabbits do build tunnels- I accept that, but do they fall on the pavement and die? Anyway, this is top instrumental kraut/ post rock along the lines of Electralane. There’s dynamics at work here and the drummer is all over his kit like a wild man. We’re fishing for comparisons- kling klang has been mentioned and someone just shouted trans am, so there.
Stick figure distro . u.s.a.
Ireland’s estel release for the world their third full length entitled…. It features eight tracks of estel’s well honed spacey keyboard driven instrumental, indieish rock music. The songs are well put together and have a driving sound. Good.
Road records list. Ireland.
The third full length album from this irish instrumental outfit- eighties instrumental new wave sounds meet lo- fi post rock.
[CD – Little Plastic Tapes 05 – May 2003]
Printed on c.d. in a run of 1,000.
Hot Press Magazine – Review By Tanya Sweeney
Along with the likes of Jimmy Behan, Joan of Arse and Damien Frost, Estel are the much undervalued and underexposed anti-christs to the Frames, Mundy and Damien Rice�s hand-minging preachings.
This largely instrumental album, which is cut from the same cloth as the Redneck Manifesto and Godspeed You Black Emperor, is infused with a certain darkness, yet is stripped down, unpretentious, a beacon of lo-fi loveliness. It draws from an array of influences, uses various instruments to wonderous and unusual effect, and even the song titles display a gloriously unorthodox approach – where ‘Bang Bang No More Martini�, �King of Casual Vomit� and �Free Cyanide for the Rock Star Elite� originated from simply boggles the mind.
Their manifesto is, gladly, not to reach out to a mass audience willing to swallow any old record, but to address those who welcome a dash of Trans Am, Slits and Sonic Youth in their music. Needless to say, it�s a small, but perfectly formed audience, and they�ve been well rewarded. (7/10)
RTE ARTS website – Review By Sin�ad Gleeson
‘Post-rock’ is one of those nebulous terms often bandied about to describe instrumental, noisy guitar bands (see Redneck Manifesto). Dublin-based Estel are often tarred with just such a musical brush. Keen to sidestep this generality, the follow-up to their acclaimed debut ‘Angelpie I Think I Ate Your Face’, shows Estel to be supreme genre criss-crossers – and it’s not all instrumental.
Building on their post-punk noise retrospectives, they layer a huge range of instruments and styles to create a sound not much heard (or done so well) in Irish music today. ‘Drive Me To Hell’ kicks off with Andrew Bushe’s pounding drum intro before the grinding guitars roll in. It’s frantic stuff but then the pace switches completely with ‘Angels Pass Over At Twenty Past’.
With more than a nod to the keyboard quirkiness of the B-52s, this is rockabilly chic meets sci-fi kitsch. ‘The Girl Who Was Normal�’ is a fractious epic of twisted pockets of loud and quiet. One notable development from ‘Angelpie�’ is that the band have learned to temper their sound – if the guitars and drums sound like they’re taking over, Sarah Sheil’s sublime keyboards interject with style.
When an instrumental outfit enlists the help of guest vocalists, the results can pique curiosity, not just for the sound but the choice of singer. In this case, the two vocal tracks are very different contributions. The sombre, pensive tones of Adrian Crowley on ‘Electric Eels’ is an unexpected collaboration but it works well. In contrast, Hugh Holmes of The Waltons fronts the full-on aural assault of ‘My Raymond Is Contagious’, a track that grates from the opening screech.
The band themselves are not afraid to cite Krautrock as an influence and this is most obvious on the experimental antics of ‘King Of Casual Vomit’ and the retro keyboards of ‘Nuisance Midget’. Close your eyes and listen to ‘Only Some Are Shepherds’, and you could be listening to early Joy Division.
The excellently titled ‘I Have Drown Eyes’ is probably the best song on the album. Beautifully orchestrated, each instrument stands out and builds to form a perfect whole. There aren’t many bands toeing the instrumental line in Irish music. Too often it’s easier to draft in an average singer, fearing the music alone won’t stand up by itself. Not so with this band. This is an inventive assortment of tracks that wears its diverse influences proudly. Frequent faces on the live scene, Estel already have a dedicated following. If this album doesn’t win them an even bigger fanbase, there should be free cyanide for the non-believers�
Event Guide – Review By Dave Roberts
(Album received “Album of the Fortnight”)
Estel have been popping up on Road Relish, Lazybird, Foggy Notions, Ballroom of Romance and other compilations since the release of their snappily titled “Angelpie, I Think I Ate Your Face” album two and a half years ago. As such they’re stalwarts of an enthusiastic but often stifling underground scene.
This, their second album develop’s their sound considerably whilst still keeping both their feet in a late New Wave German Goth kind of sound, if you get what we mean. Too coherent and muscular to be post rock or lo fi and too dark to be just another jangly indie band, “A Guide in Time Of Great Danger” may not be their masterpiece but there’s certainly enough brave experimentation, fun and even some good tunes to lift it above the pack.
Opener “Drive me to Hell” starts with a tinny drum solo before bursting in to life and certainly reminds (as the press release says) of Can and Neu. There are moments where Estel could be mistaken for a New York indie band of the Eighties (Sonic Youth comes to mind more than a few times) but the highlight is Adrian Crowley’s vocal on the lovely “Electric Eels”, a wonderful acoustic song describing a city living in fear of a permanent flood. Closer “Free Cyanide For The Rock Star Elite” may be their best moment to date as the voice coder leans over a muscular workout, a throw back to the Eighties it may be (you can hear the Cure and Durriti Column) seeping through at every turn but Estel are developing a distinct and unique sound.
The sound of the underground… now that’s what we call indie…
Examiner – Leagues O’Toole
Sarah Sheil, Grainne Donohue, Andrew Bushe and Jamie Farrell have created a stylish and abrasive spectrum of art-rock, punk and wiry new wave sounds with an armoury of organs, pianos, guitars, effects, theremin and drums. Their new album, “A Guide in Time of Great Danger”, leaps way beyond anything they’ve done before.
It’s an album that is constantly evolving, changing, never resting in one particular tempo or sound for too long. You almost get the sense that Estel are playing live inside your CD player every time you press play…
…One of my favourites after repeated listens is ‘The Girl Who Was Normal Except When The Moon Was Out’. It starts steady and tentative, building a sense of expectancy and spooky anxiety for some five and a half minutes. Anyone looking for a sci-fi/horror/ thriller soundtrack could do a lot worse.
Collective Zine (UK) – Chris Bress
I never hear anything about Estel, and yet if they were from London or Manchester rather than Ireland I’m sure they�d be massive. They play dark indie rock which is so much more interesting than the current crop of NME bands. They would fit in really well in Nottingham, I can really imagine them playing gigs with Wolves of Greece, Punish the Atom, the Grips, Designer Babies and even Army of Flying Robots and sounding great. To me they sound a bit like Kling Klang as they have some definite Goblin moments but filtered through someone like (the American) Camera Obscura or even a little bit of Stereolab. Most tracks on this are instrumental so the tracks don�t get ruined by some silly indie pleb whining over the top and let their Doctor Who sci-fi indie just rock out in its own spacey way. The vocal tracks that are on this cd do however work, the singer sounds a little like Mark Kozelek (although not as good � but who is?).
Live, they were fucking great, so if you haven�t heard them send off a cheque and get this full length as its pretty fucking awesome!!
STNT (France) – Erwan
This new Irish rock combo (from Dublin) release a second record, more successfully realised than their first which came out 2 years ago… this one seeing a decided move into the realm of post-rock! Long passages approaching the hypnotic effect of 70s groups like Can or NEU with a modern guitar sound, that’s what the tone’s like. The musical vocabulary meanwhile angles towards noisy rock technique, with long tracks balancing psychedelia and “sci fi” atmospheres, where distorted guitar drags its feet between bass and keyboard/synthesiser (generating tones which are not always in the best possible taste… new wave and Tartempion). Pretty much successful tunes, 1 hour of music and therefore a record meant for those who have an ear for the Krautrock years, and who in particular aren’t afraid of instrumental rock (the dominant element here). Amateurs beware…
Eclectic Honey – Review by Michelle Dalton
Where Estel are concerned, post-rock seems far too lazy a tag to hang around their instrumental necks. A Guide in Time of Great Danger offers something much more expansive than that, whether it’s to be found in the unearthly death-rock exterior of opening track Drive Me To Hell or the array of cool electronics, which they lavish upon tracks like The Girl Who Was Normal Except�..When The Moon Was Out or Only Some Are Shepherds.
Songs like Nuisance Midget and King Of Casual Vomit instantly expose the band’s deep attention to detail in creating intricate instrumental pathways and carefully constructed labyrinths of keyboards, bass and guitar, coupled with elaborate and pounding drum beats, which are all fused together perfectly. To say that the closing and stand-out track Free Cyanide For the Rock Star Elite is of epic proportions is an understatement, offering an intense delivery that is consumed with both immense concentration and composure. The frenetic and ferocious My Raymond Is Contagious will already be familiar to some from its appearance on a previous 7″, but on A Guide In Time� the addition of vocals make it an even more vicious proposition.
For those who have already been converted to the realms of instrumental and post-rock workouts, A Guide In Time Of Great Danger is an essential addition, and for those who haven’t been hooked in yet, then this is quite possibly the album that will do so. Constantly changing allegiance between a hard-core post-punk aesthetic and a deep-rooted fragility, Estel effortlessly manage to offer both, with more style and substance than most, and that is ultimately what makes A Guide in Time of Great Danger such a stunning record.