Arch Hill Recordings
Last year Bailterspace released Strobosphere and it was okay – a little unexciting given the hiatus, a little phoned-in/coughed-up but you wanted to like it (well, I did) and for the most part you did (well, I did). And it was worth having: the document. The thing. The fact it existed suggested some hope of a return, more than just a hint of a return.
And then they reformed, bass player and all and played a stunning show; gob-smackingly good, wonderful and everything you’d expect from a Bailterspace gig and then just a little better than that even, given the long time between drinks.
And now they return with another new record – except Trinine is the album they should have released instead of Strobosphere. Recorded before that bits’n’pieces collection, this album features the band we know and love and – more importantly – it sounds like it. Presumably there was a bit of a tiff and this wasn’t allowed to see the light of day so Strobosphere got the call up. The success of that – in that it brought back a surge of interest to the band and then they absolutely killed during the live performances – has meant that Trinine is now up off the bench.
It’s a reminder of many of the things Bailterspace did well, often effortlessly combining vestiges of shoegazer pop and Krautrock’s relentlessness with big, spacey, shadowy textures; then cling of wringing music. The ring singing out through a squall of guitars, that metronomic drumming and now – once again – that proud bob and nod of bass that pokes and picks at each song as much as it ever supports them.
Trinine isn’t Bailterspace’s best album – but it is their best comeback. Funny, when you think that so few bands get a second shot and in a way they’ve been given a third. Fair play – I’d be prepared to offer fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh shots to this band – one of the truly great musical experiences (live and on record); so utterly transcendent when firing on all cylinders. Here, having them firing on most – well that’s more than good enough. Last year’s record was good/ish, this one is great/ish – now the cupboard’s cleaned out (presumably) let’s have some real (new) fire in 2014. More shows, more songs that start in the middle and end nowhere near this earth, more vague precision, more magic. Please!