Kyle Bobby Dunn returns to Low Point with a massive two-hour piece of work, and the man can’t help but produce undeniably gorgeous music. The intriguingly-titled Bring Me The Head Of… utilizes a seemingly more limited palette than on previous works, and Dunn dumbfounds with a wealth of precious gems that gauzily blur into each other before evaporating into the ether. In so, he has created his most cohesive and consistent set to date.
The brief intro “Canticle of Votier’s Flats” leads into the longest piece of the album, “Le Chanson De Beurrage”, which builds with a rare subtlety. Obscured tones gradually gain form and volume much like the dawn shedding the dew and fog for the upcoming day. Dunn adds layers of depth masterfully with plangent guitar swells. “Diamond Cove (And Its Children Were Watching)” wraps up the first disc with sumptuous chord changes, softly evoking a rapturous mystery. There are a few hidden surprises throughout the album as well, such as the dissonant chord at the end of “The Hungover” and the buried crashes in “Ending Of All Odds”. But for the most part tones are pure and the edges have long since eroded. Ranging from gossamer to a thick, dense fog, all the pieces nevertheless belong to the same atmosphere.
“The Douglas Glen Theme” is a personal favorite, with haunting chorale-like moments emerging at the culmination of an emotional twelve minutes. But, honestly, this is one of those works, like Ways Of Meaning before it, where a favorite can be whichever track you’re currently listening to. Being this is an immense work, it’s also very satisfying to pick a random point in the album and go from there. Each track is a microcosm of the album itself. The journey throughout the album is an unexpected arrival as the varied and indeterminate emotions Dunn presents allow the listener to bring so much to the piece themselves; this is a work of utter sadness and immense joy. One can only thank the limits of physical media, as you could imagine an endless KBD piece playing, causing you to completely lose yourself. In that case, I suppose you could imagine referring to the album’s title.
In my review of his previous LP Ways Of Meaning, I wrote it was his finest moment yet and wondered where he would go from there. Well, I could simply repeat myself, but the fact is that Dunn’s assembling a fantastic catalog of rich, beautiful music. With the overwhelming quality and purity of this set, I admit again I am curious where Dunn will go next. Without doubt, it will be worth journey and the wait.
