Hecker Hecker Low Low
Ever had a really bad week? Not from anything major casting some extended pall over your mood, that's a different thing-- I mean, do you ever have a week where every little thing just seems to throw an extra wrench in your works? Day after day, you step in a puddle and lose $20 and get a zit right on the tip of your nose and forget to run an errand and the dog throws up on your jacket and the place you wanted to go for lunch is closed early and then the internet is out because of course the stupid internet is out. That's the kind of week I've been having. The kind of week where the press release for possibly my favorite living artist's new album started to read more like a threat than anything else: a jagged anti-relaxant.
No Highs by Tim Hecker On his new album, No Highs, Tim Hecker carves out a deep, resonant, melancholic space. Despite its title, there are plenty of moments of aching transcendence, whether via the four lengthy pieces that ebb and flow across seven to nine minutes each ("Monotony," "Lotus Light," "Anxiety," and "Living Spa Water"), or on the shorter tracks of two or three minutes that explore a single melodic or textural idea. The songs flow together to form some of the best music Hecker has released across his varied but singular discography.