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Daniël Jolan, “Sublime Lenteur” (Lost Tribe Sound, 2026)

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This is the first major release by this Belgian composer under his given name, as Jolan normally records as ‘t Geruis. He did previously self-release a digital album (#7) as himself back in 2024, but that was followed by another ‘t Geruis release. Consequently, I am not sure if this counts as a name change or if Jolan has some kind of personal stylistic delineation that determines which name feels right for which albums, but Sublime Lenteur (“The Amazing Slowness”) still sounds a hell of a lot like ‘t Geruis to me. While that is a perfectly welcome state of affairs, this album does have its own distinctive character which may possibly be related to its inclusion in Lost Tribe Sound’s seasonal mood-driven “Moss & Melee” series. Then again, maybe not. Mystery abounds. In any case, this is an impressively strong album, as Jolan’s usual bleary and smudged ambient vision is beautifully enhanced with hypnotically looping melodies on degraded tapes that place his work a bit closer to minimalist auteurs like Celer and William Basinski than usual. The shadowy and dreamlike moods, however, are still distinctly Jolan’s own.

According to Jolan, this album first began to take shape in October 2024 during “long and solitary walks in the woods” through fog, snow, and rain. Frequently, he would return from those walks feeling inspired and he soon noticed that his music began to feel like a “direct translation” of the thoughts and impressions that emerged while immersing himself in nature, seasonal transformation, and solitude. To be fair, he could have plausibly said that exact same thing about any of his previous albums, yet Sublime Lenteur does feel like an improved and enhanced distillation of the simplicity and meditative, quiet beauty of earlier ‘t Geruis albums. In fact, the opening “Ressac I” probably represents my Platonic ideal for great ambient music, as it is essentially just a sensuously looping chord swell that eternally dissolves into a reverberating fragment of melody. While that may sound quite simple on its face, Jolan’s artistry lies in the way the entire piece feels flickering, frayed, and unstable, which makes the loop feel mesmerizingly cyclic yet eternally changing. Instead of sounding like a mere well-crafted loop, “Ressac I” instead feels like a precarious and ephemeral bit of heaven that I wish would extend into infinity.

The album’s other highlights roughly adhere to a similar template in that they all tend to be essentially a single haunting or beautiful loop floating through murky and evocative landscapes of hissing and distressed tapes, shadows, and mystery. In lesser hands, I would describe that as “variations on a theme,” yet Jolan’s bag of tricks is varied enough to ensure that Sublime Lenteur instead feels like seven masterfully focused, minimal, and immersive dreamscapes with their own individual character. For example, the heart of “Brume” is ostensibly a looping minor key piano melody, but the hypnotic backdrop feels like a slow, cyclical whoosh of passing cars recorded beneath an overpass. Eventually, the piano melody seems to fall out of phase with itself and begins to feel confused, erratic, and tremolo-enhanced, yet I found myself more fascinated by the car sounds, as they again feel both compellingly mantric and continually changing. 

Elsewhere, the frayed and celestial-sounding loop at the center of “Étendue I” is slowly engulfed in a blissed-out roar that made me feel like I was being raptured up to heaven. Lamentably, that feeling proved to be illusory and I remain annoyingly earthbound, but the consolation prize is that I got to hear the quietly gorgeous coda of haunting and sensuous subterranean murmurs. 

“Battement” is an appropriately slow and sublime highlight as well, as Jolan’s vision is reduced to just a smeary and bleary piano motif and the hiss of falling rain until the acoustics take on an increasingly strange and hallucinatory character in the final moments. While the remaining three pieces did not connect with me quite as deeply, they are quite strong as well and sustain the album’s sublime and melancholy spell beautifully. In short, Sublime Lenteur is an aptly titled and quietly mesmerizing album that approximates a flickering and ghostly vision of a Victorian ballroom dance frozen in a state of endlessly looping suspended animation. Jolan is unquestionably onto something great here, as the organic simplicity and hypnotic repetition of these pieces feel like a sublime nexus in which contemporary sound art begins to blur into something considerably more timeless and sacred.

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‘t Geruis, “Various Thoughts and Places” (Lost Tribe Sound, 2021)

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Released back in the spring, this debut full-length from cryptically named Belgian composer ‘t Geruis has gradually blossomed into my favorite Lost Tribe Sound release not made by William Ryan Fritch or Andy Cartwright. According to the composer, Various Thoughts and Places is “an exercise in finding the balance between beauty and what is broken,” which is a concise and poetic way of saying that this album shares a healthy amount of common ground with the more sublime side of tape loop artists such as Craig Tattersall and Andrew Hargreaves. Admittedly, few stylistic niches scream “Anthony D’Amico will like this” more than that one, but this album is also unexpectedly psychotropic and otherworldly in a way that is quite unique to ‘t Geruis. 

My best stab at describing that vision is that Various Thoughts and Places sounds like it was crafted from a handful of fragments of gorgeous and impressionistic-leaning classical albums and enhanced with strangled animal-like howls (I think there may also be a cannibalized pop song that I cannot place lurking in there too). Moreover, the execution is absolutely transcendent. Anyone looking for a slow-burning and immersive phantasmagoria of hissing loops and tenderly bittersweet melodies can basically begin and end their search here, as it is damn near impossible to imagine anyone surpassing this modest masterpiece once it hits its stride.

The opening “Tree Weeping (Lacrima)” nicely sets the gently hallucinatory mood with a one-finger piano melody wandering through a landscape of subtle string drones, crackle, and hiss before blossoming into a lovely and bittersweet violin melody. In a rough sense, both the opener and the album as a whole could be described as “classical-adjacent,” as the primary building blocks are simple piano and string melodies, but the album starts to feel considerably more unique and inspired with the third piece (“Een Deur Ergens In De Vallei”), as the full depth of ‘t Geruis’s vision starts to quietly reveal itself. It evokes a flickering, slow motion silent film accompanied by a crackling supernatural Victrola that imbues every sound with a dreamlike melancholia that feels gnawed, vulnerable, and lovesick. 

From that point onward, the album settles into a sustained run of absolutely beautiful pieces that makes it clear that ‘t Geruis is probably some kind of textural genius/master loop architect. On “Where Birds Resonate,” for example, a simple plinking melody gradually starts tumbling into itself while a cricket-like textural backdrop hypnotically pulses and pans in see-sawing fashion, while “Le Cadeau d’Alice” calls to mind the gossamer folktronica of early Colleen enhanced with a corroded-sounding bass loop that feels half “industrial” and half “slowly heaving cosmic exhalation.”

Elsewhere, “Rendit l’Âme” uses a simple, pretty piano loop as the backdrop from a gnarled, warbling melody that sounds like it is struggling to emerge from the spirit realm. There is a definite “séance” vibe to the piece, but it also feels more visceral than that, as if ‘t Geruis built a homemade microphone that could pick up the sadness of eternity and that it manifested itself as a loop of tape-ravaged, heartbroken moans. Despite that, the piece and the album are not particularly dark one on their surface, as the central focus is almost always on light, lovely melodies rather than brooding atmospheres—the melodies just happen to be corroded, crackling, and hiss-chewed to such a degree that they always feel haunted and otherworldly. 

I suppose I would be remiss if I did not also mention that “Wanneer Alles Even Stil Staat” and “De Waarnemer” are highlights as well, but the album feels like a series of elegant variations on the same themes and its true magic lies in the sustained and beautiful spell that it casts as a whole. At its best, Various Thoughts and Places scratches roughly the same itch as some other contemporary tape music melancholia luminaries (always welcome territory), yet it also feels like it is being somehow channeled from an earlier century, which is quite a neat trick (and a tough illusion to sustain). While it admittedly took me a few listens before the full beauty of ‘t Geruis’s vision began to fully bleed into my consciousness, I certainly got there eventually and this has since become one of my favorite releases of the year.

Samples can be found here.