The pedal steel guitar, a staple of country music, is inexorably associated with one of the instrument’s most alluring qualities: its ability, within the confines of a pop song lasting just a few minutes, to conjure the open skies and endless spaces so crucial to the mythology of the American West. If you’re going to claim the pedal steel as your primary instrument, especially in ambient music, you’re faced with the choice either to lean into those associations or resist them. On his new studio album , unapologetically chooses the latter.
This is the most restless, exploratory album thus far from the Oakland guitarist, who started out on acoustic before giving steel the starring role on 2017’s A lot of ambient artists are embracing the pedal steel right now, from the contemplative West Coast duo to the explicitly countrified , but none are quite as willing to jettison the instrument’s readymade associations as Johnson. He has more in common with the ambient techno stalwart (aka ), who used a lap steel to kick up clouds of shoegaze dust. The range of Johnson’s vision is most apparent on the two absolutely titanic tracks that bookend “Teleos” at first sounds like nondescript pedalboard soup until it gradually assembles itself into a six-note riff.
Then the real surprise: Drummer Ryan Jewell enters with a massive fill, elevating the song into the kind of uplifting post-rock that’s often associated with sports and athletics—recall ’s , the 2010 with ’s “Intro,” or countless GoPro videos scored by the amped-up downtempo of and . “Broken Spectre,” which comes at the end, follows a similar structure of beatless rumination followed by the triumphant appearance of Jewell and subsequent fireworks. It’s a good sound for Johnson, not least because it allows him to color so far outside the country box to which steel players are so often confined.
The four tracks in between hover at a lower altitude, continuing the almost chamber-music approach of 2021’s in which Johnson used his instrument as a textural bed while organs and strings danced freely at the front of the mix. These are less distinctive, notable mostly for whatever instrument Johnson duets with: a string section on “Ground Wave,” a throbbing organ on “Superior Mirage” that’s suggestive of ’s all-build-no-release classic “ .” The best of the tracks in the midsection are “Hovering,” which builds from a textural glint to an overdriven climax so gradually it’s hard to notice, and “Sylvanshine,” on which Johnson switches to a standard electric guitar and pays tribute to the thriving experimental scene in Oakland.
It’s inspired by , whose is one of the best recent examples of maximalist, electronics-enhanced post-rock, and it features Oaklander , who likes to overdub their saxophone and pitch-shift the layers until it sounds, well, a bit like a steel guitar. Johnson’s change of instrument on “Sylvanshine” is barely even noticeable, but that feels like a success in the context of which is almost impudent in its rejection of anything that would associate Johnson’s music with country music or Western cliché. By melting his instrument down to a wall of shimmering sound, Johnson has created a blank canvas for just about anything.
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