Guy Andrews, 2016
Visceral. Tactile. Coiled. Compressed. Thees are the words that came to mind when I first heard Guy Andrews' Our Spaces. At heart, it's an electronica album—the middle section especially belies this fact—but there are precious few albums I can compare it to. Names you would not expect come up when I try, like Death Blues or Swans. Something brutally beautiful, intricate and yet unfettered.
There's a chemical reaction I'll sometimes have when stumbling on to something that sounds like nothing I've heard before, something that challenges my preconceptions. That peculiar form of endorphin flooded my brain when I heard Our Spaces, from the very first seconds of it.