Take a Trip with Marc-E on Catharsis Alubm
You already know, just by glancing at the names of the tunes, that Marc-E is onto something a little bit more than your typical artist is on his latest project, the eight-track album Catharsis.
Many of the song titles are a polysyllabic mouthful, both intellectually and literally, as indicated by tracks like “Virtues of Isolation”, “Surrendering to Now”, or “Ethereal Glade”. We already mentioned the name of the LP is Catharsis, correct? Now, just try figuring out the symbolism—and symmetry—in the artwork for the oeuvre.
Nope, there’s nothing pedestrian about these recordings. Largely bereft of vocals, characterized by slow, ponderous paces, they’re the perfect background for expansion, ruminating, and engaging in other forms of recreation in the great outdoors. There’s an unmistakable air of transcendentalism about the music, as though Marc himself were some sort of contemporary incarnation of Henry David Thoreau with a penchant for curating sounds, as opposed to jotting lines of prose.
When these impressions, sensations, and thought patterns come together to rapid success, as is abundantly apparent on “Acceptance”, they do so to astounding effect. The guitars are plentiful on this tune, both acoustic and electric, the former providing a foundation the latter uses to explore new terrain, as it were. The drums play the back for nearly half of this joint, contenting themselves to occasional rim shots, then kick in with verve kitted out with rapidly incessant high hats and a redoubled effort on the electric guitar.
The thing is with this one, as is the case with many of the others, there’s no vocals, but you can just hear somebody wailing away on this—or perhaps even do so yourself.
“Seeds of Faith” reprises much of this energy with the welcome addition of Marc’s drumming on some sort of ethnic, palm-inducing variety. The synths swirl, the bass is obese and monotone, and the cut drifts along carelessly, providing plenty of fodder for reflection, foresight, or whatever direction the listener feels so moved in which to proceed.
I mean, there’s practically Gregorian monks chanting and flies buzzing around on “Dreamtime”, demonstrating the eclectic appeal of the album. Ditto goes for that of Marc as an artist, but you’ve got to hear this album to truly understand that sentiment.