Beautiful & terrifying

5 MP3 Songs
POP: Piano, ROCK: Progressive Rock



Details:
Jaggery is a Brooklyn-based musical collective whose songs and sounds left Jack Rabid of Big Takeover Magazine searching for words: ânot really jazz, not pop, not ethereal rock. . . this is not like anything else youâve heard. . .â was his reaction to the groupsâ self-released In Lethe EP (2004), a collection of five genre-defying compositions that alluded to the bands potential as a force in the New York City underground and alternative music scenes. Boston-via-London transplant and songstress Mali Sastri fronts it is her dexterous vocals (âone of the most beautiful voices in modern music,â says Oedipus, formerly of WBCN and Infinity Broadcasting) instinctive piano playing, and innovative, absorbing songwriting that lie at the heart of the Jaggery sound. As likely to bring to mind Elizabeth Fraser of the Cocteau Twins as Diamanda Galas, Maliâs ability to bridge the delicate with the fierce is both a signature of her voice and of Jaggeryâs repertoire from haunting lullabies to furious, mixed-meter rants; tightly-woven, classicaly-tinged compositions in odd-time signatures to catharsis-inducing, barn-burning mini-epics (often-times within the same song). She is flanked by a rotating lineup of musicians and instrumentation that create an âexotic musical mobileâ and a kind of avant-garde acoustic electronica around what are often highly personal song tales. The ensemble includes Daniel Schubmehlâs unique cajón-based percussive style combining african groove and breakbeat, Tony Levaâs outrageously funky, earthy upright bass, Jesse Sparhawkâs glistening celtic harp, and Raky Sastriâs melodic, whisper-to-thunder jazz drumming. The sound is rich, organic, engrossing, emotional both enchanting and disturbing, dark and triumphant definitely not easy listening and it won Jaggery (the word comes the dark brown, indian sugar) a place as one of the top fifteen acts in the Northeast by the Discmakers Independent Music World Series in 2005.

Press:

"One of the most beautiful voices in modern music."

Oedipus,
Vice President of Alternative Programming,
Infinity Broadcasting


"...sister and brother...Mali and Raky Sastri are definitely on the way to creating something amazing here, if the three songs on this demo [the throes-nyc] are any indication. Mali's voice goes from Enya-esque choirgirl heights to a low, throaty, angry growl seemingly without effort, while the combination of her borderline classical piano lines and Raky's oddly arrhythmic percussion equal some wonderfully disturbing songs. My only complaint is that the three songs on here leave me wanting to hear more, and pressing the "repeat" button again and again just doesn't cut it."

Holly Day, Big Takeover Magazine



"These people are arty and various and wild. The singer can do floating, ethereal loveliness as well as rich, earthy growls. She also plays wonderful piano parts which are the main melody instrument; there's a guitarist, but he only plays on some songs and when he does he's providing spacy, highly processed fillips around the main thrust of the songs. The bassist plays bowed bass, bowed acoustic guitar, and that sharp-timbred metal xylophone thing that marching bands have. The drummer is a jazzy wild man, playing rhythms so far from straight up that I occasionally wonder if they're just wrong, but they seem to make a kind of twisted sense and the rest of the band is right there with him."

Live Review, apocalypse.org



"...arty and elliptical...Mali Sastri's voice is a freakish and wonderful thing. When she ascends into her delicate, stratospheric soprano and layers on the reverb, I look around to see the elves coming out of the forest. Then again, on another song she declaims in such a severe deadpan that she evokes Grace Jones. And their first song starts out in 11! What's not to love?"

Live Review, apocalypse.org


Jaggery "In Lethe'" (EP) New York, USA 2004:

Mali's voice has the depth, charm, and finesse of a mermaid in distress. Her siren call enthralls listeners embracing the visceral and yet subdued caterwaul cooing that is her sublime vocal presence. Lethe is as likely a birthing ground for the sound as any. Entranced and certain of having one's cortexes erased of any ill-begotten thoughts and meanderings, this music relaxes our tight grip on reality, transporting readily. Supplanted in Hades for the duration, unmitigated immersion begets greedy quaffs of this divine musical elixir.

Peals of escape traipse along your face as the world fades from view, created anew from an intimately interior space. Likewise nightmarish and soporific, simultaneously hopeful and melancholic, purportedly diametric factions of the soul are mesmerized in tandem via polarized dynamics. Jaggery is expertly lethal in anthropomorphizing the riddled incubus rattle within this mortal coil. Wholeness binds and blinds us. The careening verse, 'I can never fill up this hole,' beaming powerfully from inside of the cavernous recesses in "7 Stone" could not be more of a truism.

Summarily shaking off the soot of humanity's foibles and subtly corralling the essence of phoenix ascent from the depths of a dark pupal id, this windswept prancing blurs fathomless. Not a single moment is spared their keen idiosyncrasy. Somersaulting lugubriously, structures tumultuously sprawl into an effortless sub-routine of rollicking acrobatics. Tension mounts opportunely to decidedly raucous peaks as melodic lines undulate, glowing and glistening underneath, bearing the weighty anticipation of soaring narcoleptic liberation. Do not sleep, be reborn.



Cesar Montesano