Robert Scott
The Creeping Unknown
[Thirsty Ear]
Rating: 6.3
Robert Scott doesn't have very much to say to you right now. When he sings
with the Bats, sure, he'll talk your ear off about love and life and
desperation and what New Zealand smells like when it rains. But right now,
he'd rather not say much of anything.
As a prime mover in the dynamic New Zealand rock scene for the last two
decades, Scott has played in the Clean, the Magick Heads and the utterly
lovely, aforementioned Bats. Finally sitting down to do something by himself--
aided by fellow Cleaner David Kilgour and a few other Kiwi celebs-- his debut
solo album is almost entirely instrumental. A set of pretty, quiet chamber-pop
pieces, The Creeping Unknown sounds for all the world like a set of
little sketches Scott threw together during his downtime.
The casually experimental nature of the proceedings works in Unknown's
favor. Scott layers meandering guitar lines over pads of sumptuous keyboards.
As befits Scott's bucolic point of origin, the whole thing sounds quite organic.
As they slowly change and grow over their respective running lengths, the songs
sound not so much written as grown. Echoing the sleepy atmospherics of
countrymen like Roy Montgomery, Scott is far more interested in texture here
than he is in forward motion.
Track for track, it works like a charm. The opening "Harmonic Deluxe" plays
folksy, chiming guitar against soothing ambient backdrops. "Details at Play"
sends a scratchy keyboard hook chasing its own tail, sounding like some
experimental-techno effort to write a sitcom theme. Vocal cuts like "Last
Outlaws" are contemplative ballads delivered with Scott's patented reedy
urgency.
Unfortunately, taken as a whole, Scott's effort takes on a tiring sameness.
Most of the songs are simple chord variations that fail to provide the momentum
that a really satisfying listen requires. Instead of each song vaulting the
listener into the next, these tracks stares back at you blankly, as if they're
wondering what the hell you're expecting from them in the first place.
But even if it's not a harrowing emotional rollercoaster, The Creeping
Unknown is a genial trip down an idiosyncratic path, each song exploring
little stylistic cul-de-sacs. Without ever building up steam, the record
remains sweet and lovely, like a crush that's a lot of fun to think about but
not the sort of thing you're inclined to do anything about. But then, sometimes
saying nothing and exploring the beauty of the idea itself is enough.
-Sam Eccleston