Lasse Marhaug - The Shape of Rock to Come (2004)

I hope it is Lasse Marhaug, rather than The Kooks or some other boring Brittish indie band, who has delineated the shape of rock to come. The record starts with a few rhytmic pulsating sounds. You don't know what you are in for. The rest is a wall of wailing noise along with some (not many) more rhytmic sections. Strangely addictive, however - perhaps even seductive, this album is, a surge of sounds get a hold on me. I get used to the harsh intensity of the music; the sounds grow into the walls of the room. Through what first appears to be a monotonous mountain of sound, details are gradually discernible. What is interesting about The shape of rock to come is that I can't make up my mind as to what kind of atmosphere it builds up, even though it would be, on a shallow level, tempting to say that it is "menacing" or "aggressive". I've noticed that I hear different moods every time I listen to it. It's music that calls one back to imagination, which is a good thing. Somebody may say that noise music has nothing to do with moods but I'm not sure what that would mean.
Today, I fell asleep into track 4 and woke up during track 5. I felt weird. (The 'singing' towards the end is an amazing way to fuse what sounds like guitar distortion that has been going on for a few minutes with something unexpected, the record ends with a shock.)
(thanks H for lending me the album in the first place.)
While I'm at it, I switch to Ornette Coleman's The shape of jazz to come. It is good, but totally different, of course.