the Van Pelt s/t 7"/CDep (AMC#18 - Fall of 1997)



Perhaps one of the purest marks of true art is the work's ability to draw identification from the observer in conjunction with the capacity in which the work breathes light into cherished halls too often darkened in tension and the mundane. The Van Pelt serve as a touchstone for such divinely inspired contemplation's. They speak in enigmatic tongues of both the afterglow and all that the horizon yields. From acquittal to vengeance, their minimalist dares to conjure memory1s diamonds & opals compel the listener to focus beyond the spacious bass lines and undulating, sometimes tender, often poignant rhythms. Guitars pick their points like lights in a void whose illumination is only brought about through the subtly spoken word of Chris, the vocalist who's words transfix with all the engrossing perception and bitter knowledge of a prophet unbeknownst to himself. We yearn for this. In today's world of popular music, nothing anymore feels real. Without design or purpose to anyone but themselves, the Van Pelt answer this call. And their truest glory is that they don't even know it.