So cautious has been the Necks' development over the past two decades that, like Spinal Tap, their musical growth rate cannot be charted. It's not that the Australian trio lack ambition, but rather that they arrived fully formed, in a treeless plain where Kind of Blue's narcoleptic haze meets Steve Reich's pin-sharp minimalism, where time expands to fill the available space. Silverwater is the latest in a long line of sinewy, snail-paced improvisations, and we're 14½ minutes in before Lloyd Swanton's pendulous bass and Tony Buck's rippling drums suggest a structure behind Chris Abrahams's relentless one-note piano. Stay the 77-minute course and, deliriously, deliciously, Silverwater will drown you.
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