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You are watching: And the ambulance died in his arms

TypeReleasedRecordedRYM RatingRanked Genres
ArtistCoil
Album
8 April 2005
4 April 2003
3.96 / 5.00.5 from 1,874 ratings
#543 overall

Electronic, Post-Industrial, Experimental Spoken Word, Ambient, Ritual Ambient, Drone, Dark Ambient, Glitch, Progressive Electronic
depressive, hypnotic, melancholic, anxious, sparse, ominous, nocturnal, surreal, atmospheric, cryptic, scary, male vocals, mysterious, avant-garde, sombre, abstract, dark, improvisation, disturbing, sad, cold, lethargic
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77ships Oct 01 2007 3.50 stars
When this was recorded Jhonn Balance was falling apart. It was obvious that something needed to be done about him. And that things couldn’t continue in this way. Having already been absent on two other shows. Because of his alcohol and drug fuelled madness he was destroying more then Coil’s profits could cover. It wasn’t sure whether he would show up at all for this performance. It’s that feeling of Jhonn standing on the edge and looking down into the abyss right before he fell into it that makes this album so beautiful and terrifying at the same time.. (He had already died from a fall of his balcony before this album was released. Though the albums title isn’t a reference to this.) Though Johnn did manage to make it to this performance. Dressed in a Victorian style dress made by Ian Johnstone. Who was also there to hold his hand and make sure that he was able to continue. It’s doubtful whether he would have managed to be present there if it hadn’t been for his love, care and attention. The recording starts out with a short piece that serves as an introduction. Then moves right along to the dark ambience of “Snow falls into Military Temples”. Slabs of dark ambience ooze out of the machines. Accompanied by strange sounds that are hard to place. Slowly the piece opens itself. Then after a while Jhonn opens his mouth and what comes out resembles more animal sounds then singing. Closer to a wolf howling at the moon. Then a person singing. A wolf is also pictured inside the digipack. After some 10 minutes he goes on to recite the songs title as if it were some kind of deranged mantra. Inserting some phrases. The overall feeling is that of an improvisation and that is exactly what this recording is.Up next is “A Slip in the Marylebone Road” feels more or less like a structured song. Mainly thanks to Sleazies wonderful sequences. Jhonn tells what I assume is a semi-autobiographical tale of him loosing his precious green notebook which contained details and ideas for songs. Whilst under the influence of drugs. What follows is a bit odd. Hence my assumption that it’s only partially biographical story. After this the introduction is used again to construct the song ”Triple Sons and the One You Bury”. Of which one can find a much shorter version on Coils Farwell album “The Ape of Napels”. Especially the delightful marimba melody constructs a great beat to the song. Jhonn improvises a text about eating the poisonous yew berry. Including a lot repetition with the words seemingly changing. The song ends with Jhonn giving advise about which parts of the yew berry are actually eatable. This leads to someone in the audience suggesting that he might be a liar. He agrees on the fact that he is a liar but disputes the facts that he lied about this. Someone then suggests that he might be drunk. Which he denies but claims that he has a horse tranquillizer for later.This leads directly into the next song which starts with a 7 minute improvisation. With Jhonn repeating several phrases over and over. Whilst making slight changes. This is also the albums highlight. The performance ends with a stripped down version of “The Dreamer is Still Asleep”. The band departs and Jhonn advises the audience to enjoy the rest of their day.Probably Coils best live performance and overall one of their best albums.Comes highly recommended to fans of Coil and experimental electronic.
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Alien atmosphere coupled with some very awkard screaches / screaming by John. I think this got way too much exposure due to being some of the singers final performances, because its quite a dull listen to get through. Also, there are some technical sound issues present, as even the band acknowledges in key moments, and the crowd only worstens the experience with boos.They have put out better work, even in the dark ambient genre.