
Bibio, aka Stephen Wilkinson, has dropped his first album, Ambivalence Avenue, for the much venerated Warp records, following his time spent on Mush. It is a hazy lo-fi summer mix tape of a record, picking up on the melody of sixties and seventies pop, with an eclectic and updated glitch edge. His sound is probably most reminiscent of Boards of Canada (who apparently brought him to wider attention) and Koushik, who’s releases on the Stones Throw label are downbeat 60s pysche pop, soul and hip hop offerings with soft layered vocals drifting over, that occupy much the same space . Perhaps Ambivalence Avenue’s most surprising attribute though is this marrying the sound of the releases that built Warp records throughout the 90s and early 2000s, with undeniably appealing West Coast American pop.
Despite the similarities, Ambivalence Avenue has a wider, more varied base from which it draws inspiration than any of Koushik’s records to date. Bibio has dramatically expanded his sound, adding song structure, moving far beyond the ambition of the solid but somewhat limited Compost. Ambivalence Avenue effortlessly breezes through genres, maintaining coherence and wearing its influences on its sleeve; from the warped Sly Stone wah wah guitar funk of ‘Jealous of Roses’, with distant echoing vocals mixed down in the track, to the Boards of Canada homage ‘Sugarette’, which adds squelches of bass, cut up vocoder snippets and spectrum-esque bleeps and FX to the formula, while keeping the same dreamy atmospheric aesthetic.
Bibio doesn’t have the stylistic limitations of some of the Warp stalwarts most strongly associated with label, stretching his range far beyond the glitch electronic template. ‘Lovers Carving’ has a sunny and simultaneously melancolie guitar line leading into a lilting, uplifting, West Coast pop inflenced, hand clap driven number, with a hint of (now increasingly prominent) African melody. Maybe, dare I say it, even a touch of Paul Simon drifts into the mix. There is an indie folk presence, acoustic tracks where dreamy vocals and harmonies weave in and out, distorted harpsicord, bouncing flute, and wonky guitar loops infiltrate, while ‘The Palm of Your Wave’ sounds like a mellow Neil Young offering circa the After the Gold Rush era. Read the rest of this entry »