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Torn or Broken Shadowed or Dark Cast Off All Doubts and Ride the Flames to Freedom
Ghost to Falco
Consists of loops, layers, and crafted lyrics that melt and implode on eachother. Executed with equal attention to songwriting and avant sonic experimentation.
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Description
*****Ghost to Falco used to play live as one guy with a guitar and lots of pedals, an old synthesizer, and a cheap sampler. It's still all that stuff, but now there's also a drummer and a bass player. So it's a trio now when Ghost to Falco plays live! How exciting!
Things people have written about Ghost to Falco:
Ghost to Falco...creates eccentric and eerily beautiful songs that bind themselves in warm dredging melancholy and rise into explosions of ambient noisy chaos, before eventually feather-falling back into calamity. This is an impressive album, thick with conviction, tragic and soothing.
--Punk Planet (March & April 2005)
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What's the sound of one hand clapping? Probably something really close to that of a guy jacking off. Likewise, one-man bands tend to embody the more masturbatory traits to which musicians are prone: self-absorption, self-indulgence, self-congratulation and lots of other annoying qualities prefixed by the word "self." Eric Crespo (below), though, keeps his ego in check and his hands out of his pants with his solo project, Ghost to Falco. Started in 2001 as an auxiliary to his day gig, Portland's art-punk outfit Alarmist [ed. note: Alarmist actually started more than a year after Ghost to Falco], Ghost to Falco is Crespo's repository for all the loops, drones, swells and whispers that rattle around inside a lonely brain. His 2003 debut, Torn or Broken, Shadowed or Dark, Cast Off All Doubts and Ride the Flame to Freedom, is a five-song plunge into the icy waters of non-being; echoing with empty space and soft voices, it pulls at the spirit like a death wish. Guitars and synthesizers are twisted around and fed back into each other until they spiral into vast, gaseous shapes, a sound as ethereal yet densely epic as that of Windsor for the Derby, VVRSSNN or even Meddle-era Pink Floyd. If you can wrap your head around a performance of almost Zen-like grace and mystery, cue Ghost to Falco.
--The Denver Westword
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Ghost to Falco seems to be one Eric Crespo and his collection of contributors. I've heard great things about his live performance, but all I know is from his cd.
It's 5 songs of cataclysmic proportions. In fact, listening to the album felt like hearing the soundtrack to the apocalypse. It started with the bombs dropping, went on to the nuclear winter, and ended with whatever life is left over for the survivors. That's just musically speaking, but the lyrics seem to follow a similar path, lamenting the sins of the common man.
In retrospect, I'm not sure when you want to put this album on. It's not good for parties, and it's not quite right for getting down with your lover. I suppose it's best for doing dishes to, while you think about the impending doom of our generation. At least, that's what I did.
--Music Liberation Project
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Straightforward without being sappy, emotional without being overblown, Ghost to Falco is a rare type of fellow. He uses brisk lines of electric guitar, samplers, keyboards, and a bath of mood lighting to decorate his plaintive songs of loss and sadness. The result is a strangely comforting (but not overly comfortable), warm performance, mired in balance and layered effects. In a very sweet and unexpected way, Ghost to Falco bridges the gap between solo emotionalism and accessible experiment.
--Portland Mercury