It’s difficult to believe Montreal native and electronic musician, Michael Silver, is still as young as he is. At 24 he’s…
It’s difficult to believe Montreal native and electronic musician, Michael Silver, is still as young as he is. At 24 he’s released two full-length albums, Continent and Outside, and already has the role of the eternally blossoming intellectual musician down pat. He seems to be forever pondering in the way of only the aged, or the jaded. And stepping just to the periphery of his richly textured new-age trappings, is his latest single, ‘Prisma’.
The tune is eerie; stalking ever-closer to some unknown destination in a self-aggrandising fashion that is impossible to ignore. Purely instrumental and deeply impacting for it, it’s the type of sound that seems to tower far out of reach. ‘Prisma’’s barest elements call back to the haunting spectres that Talk Talk’s Spirit Of Eden managed to throw into simultaneous relief and greater shade. Only here it is pain without the resolution.
We once again find Silver to be the wounded romanticist. ‘Prisma’ could easily be the motion picture soundtrack to that creeping, inescapable path of the meek and weary: a bleak, sonic spiral into nothingness. And for all this, it makes it all the more difficult to get the ringing out of your ears long after the piano has faded out.