Othin Spake's music sounds good in 2019. I return to it often and it's growing on me, losing its prohibitive 'free noise' connotations along the way. They set strong moods, raw disquiet to tender beauty. Still recorded live, but you can hardly tell anymore. Some Teo Macero is editing the hell out of the raw improvisations into -not quite, but not too far off- compositions.
Fans of '90s post-rock (when post meant adventure) should find much to treasure.
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