"Orbit" is Peter Wright's second album from Install (and 400th overall, give or take) and it's a real stunner. For years, Wright has pushed boundaries and amassed a discography that is challenging, sprawling, and simply wonderful. "Orbit" is an album with an epic scope. Within 37 minutes, Wright rewrites histories, digs a portal to the Earth's core, scrapes the bottom of the ocean, and still finds time to fly shotgun with his guitar droning like a rocket into the heart of the cosmos. Okay maybe that's pushing it but the point is he covers a lot of ground in a short space and does so in a way that everything fits together like a puzzle. Layers of scratchy guitar chords skim backwards in time with hidden melodies appearing out of nowhere just long enough to get stuck in your head. Wordless vocals add depth and feel stark as they float around acoustic guitars trying to save themselves from the electric fire. There's an organic quality to this music that makes it seem timeless. As the side-long album closer, "Gravity," comes to a close, the intensity multiplies until there's so much tension built up that the only real answer is to break it down and fade to black. Wright is really on top of his game here. - Brad Rose, Experimedia
Peter Wright returns with Orbit, his sophomore effort for Install. Somehow, over 37 minutes, Peter manages to imply the same amount of sheer size and range of sound that he did over 2 massive CDs on 2009's Snow Blind. Swirling backward guitars and honeybee leads in "Midnight Orange" coalesce like a cosmic orchestra pit warming up before tectonic plates shift and give way to lurching sheets of magma. As Peter pulls the frame of the images we're seeing back, it is revealed that we're looking at Earth's prehistory, where nature is in complete upheaval and chaos...yet even this image gives way to a larger scope: an entire galaxy in a glass dish, on a tabletop inside a strange laboratory. Abruptly, this vision is cut to black, shifting forms that might resemble a bone structure moving beneath a layer of dark skin. Sweltering heat and thick smoke are imbued on Peter's sonic canvas, which bears the title "Tethered". A subtle bittersweetness creeps through the heaviness and changes the mood from oppressively bleak to bearable, albeit very strange. We feel as if we're underneath a low ceiling that is trembling beneath a massive weight. As the atmosphere clears up, we become aware of a trembling texture surrounding us...perhaps a storm outside of wherever we are? As surely as we are standing here, things begin to center themselves, and before we know it a bright white light overtakes everything around us until we can no longer see even ourselves. Soft muted notes that might be a bass or a piano resonating from a few rooms over begin to weave into the air over our shoulders. We're led to a sunny room with screened windows, looking out on a pond with bird-filled trees and a sun steadily setting behind them. There is an old, aged tape machine in the corner that grows incrementally louder and more decayed as whatever ancient recordings were made on it play out for the thousandth time. A closer look at the spinning reel reveals only one word: "Gravity", and right then we feel something sink in our chest. Things begin to blur around us, our field of vision becomes increasingly fragmented as what seems like a rolling cloud of insects and pestilence makes its way across the pond and surrounds the little porch we're inside. Sheets of wings and legs and thoraxes buzz and converge into a dark brown and golden wall around us, blocking out all light. After what seems like years, we realize we're no longer alone, and out of the dark corner near the tape machine emerges a human form, hunched over several small knobbed devices. In one giant realization, the blackness parts and we're suddenly aware of Peter Wright playing a worn looking electric guitar, seemingly oblivious to our presence, and making several small but calculated movements that somehow remind us of an alchemist at work in his study. Deep in thought, Peter waves away the pestilence, the dread, the dark clouds and even the sunsetting porch itself in favor of a holy bright light, white hot and razor sharp. Curvatures of chords painfully rise up through the blanket of energy and brutally blast us back to our livingroom. Peter Wright has returned with Orbit, his sophomore effort for Install.
A portion of the proceeds from this record will go to benefit the NEW ZEALAND RED CROSS to help in earthquake rebuilding efforts.
Limited to only 300 copies! Judging by how fast the last Peter Wright sold we HIGHLY recommend acting fast if you do not want to miss out!