Review
Not quite complex enough to be jazz, not quite mellow or ambient enough to be new age, and just a little too cerebral to just be pop music, Acoustic Alchemy's Natural Elements is its own little oddity. These tunes, based on the dueling acoustic guitars of Gregory Carmichael and Nick Webb, are invariably melodic, at times featuring a sort of folkiness that suggests Bert Jansch and John Renbourn's work in the Pentangle, and the mixture of acoustic guitar and synthesizers is not really that much different from what Vini Reilly was doing in the far hipper Durutti Column around the same time. On the down side, John Parson's production, which is heavy on his own synthesizer programming, is as slick as fiberglass rubbed down with bacon fat and causes even the most agreeable tunes, like the lovely "Late Night Duke Street," to slide away into nothingness after all but the most careful listens. A fine album, Natural Elements is nonetheless only for committed fans of the genre.
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