This album definitely puts the “post” back in post-rock. The album consists of only two tracks, each clocking in over twenty minutes. The result is a pretty minimal endeavor, with lots of feedback and ominous sound effects. Obviously, bands like Godspeed! You Black Emperor immediately come to mind, but even that band has more structure than Basalt Fingers.
Throughout the album, I found myself asking, “Am I still listening to this?” The entirety of the album is almost nothing more than a low drone with slightly varying pitches. This may cross the point of not being music after a while, just disconnected noises that you don't ordinarily hear. The second track seems to have a little more going on at any given point, but still rarely resembles a recognizable musical progression.
I'm cautious to say I hate this album, because conceptually it may have some validity. But I'm so used to song structure of any kind, no matter how disjointed it might be, that I can't see myself wanting to ever put this on again. Even in a drugged-out stupor I still don't think you would be able to grasp this one.
