The last installment in the long-spaced trilogy from avant rockers The Book of Knots was 2007′s Traineater, released by Anti-. The third and final piece is titled Garden of Fainting Stars, and it finds the core four-piece once again taking on a host of collaborators and signing with Mike Patton‘s Ipecac Recordings for a June 14 release. I was a huge sucker for Traineater, and for the 2004 self-titled debut (released by Arclight) before that, so expect much more on this to come.
For now, though, here’s the news off the PR wire:
The Book of Knots has had the pleasure of collaborating with some of the worlds most talented musicians, including Tom Waits, Mike Patton, David Thomas, Blixa Bargeld, Jon Langford, and Carla Bozulich.
Founding members Matthias Bossi (Skeleton Key, Sleepytime Gorilla Museum), Joel Hamilton (producer/engineer for BlakRoc, Pretty Lights), Carla Kihlstedt (Tin Hat Trio, Sleepytime Gorilla Museum) and Tony Maimone (Pere Ubu, Frank Black, Bob Mould) forge a sound both epic and intimate, empowering and devastating. Cinematic, symphonic landscapes give way to crumbling acoustic chamber ballads. Broken guitars and beautifully warped orchestras describe the ungraceful demise of boats, blast furnaces and bloated industries. Accounts of the failed adventures of tragic would-be heroes are given voice in the band’s two previous critically-acclaimed releases.
Their newest album serves as the final chapter in the band’s “By Sea, By Land, By Air” trilogy. Garden of Fainting Stars, slated for release by Ipecac Recordings on June 14, gives dissonant sendoffs to the doomed travelers and early astronauts that plied the skies in a quest for the final frontier: Space.
The imagined utopias that await them at the other end of their fantastical journeys inevitably give way to the grim realization which mankind has faced again and again: at every hopeful turn, commonplace realities await us. A vast and empty universe, stretching far beyond infinity, capable of containing the countless imaginary creatures, civilizations, and otherwise terrestrial impossibilities that inhabit our dreams, dies in the fluorescent lighting of the laundry soap aisle at WalMart.
The Book of Knots once again cast a wormless, rusty hook into the lifeless seas of the music industry, expecting to reap only sorrow.
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