Opening with a high-speed and only vaguely tonal piano passage, Everything Falling Crosses Over‘s A side track “First / Kicking / Form” captures your attention with its almost clinical composition. But then… then a change starts to emerge. Slowly, moving, curving like a sine wave and becoming something… different… but still similar, the piano warmer now with more depth and range. But then… the… the vocals come in and the complexion changes again… and again… the merging of all these parts into one composition something that clearly shouldn’t work, but does.
The B side is broken down into three tracks, each unique in character but with similar enough frameworks that they feel like part of a whole. The vocal interludes remain startling, almost otherworldly in how the seem to suddenly emerge from the mist and plant themselves into the soundscape, growing, living, then wilting before being overtaken by the mist once again. At least until the last number, “The Wrestled To Regard”, which is all about the vocals, hitting you with them right out of the gate, an unexpected close to the album.
Everything Falling Crosses Over is my first experience with Mark Trecka and it most certainly won’t be my last. This was not the album I was expecting to hear when I played it, though those preconceptions are on me. I also didn’t expect to like it as much as I do – it’s something truly unexpected and captivating. Available by cassette in a limited edition of only 50 copies, if you want the physical media you better get on this one fast. You can find it HERE.