Loren Mazzacane Connors - 2007 - Hymn of the North Star

 

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The Hymn of the North Star presents Loren Connors’ electric guitar as a source of dim illumination, a small moving signal surrounded by shadow, room noise and uncertain silence. Divided into six parts, the record behaves less like a collection of separate compositions than a single suite whose emotional direction becomes clear only gradually. Connors begins with hesitant phrases and incomplete harmonic shapes, repeatedly approaching moments of brightness without allowing them to settle. The effect is neither simply mournful nor peaceful. Hope and unease remain intertwined, with every clear note carrying the possibility that it will fade before reaching resolution.

The sound is immediately recognizable as Connors, yet unusually transparent. His guitar enters softly through amplifier hiss and close room atmosphere, with no rhythm section or supporting arrangement to define the music’s movement. A few notes may suggest the beginning of a blues phrase, but the expected continuation never arrives intact. Connors removes a tone, delays the answer or lets the entire figure dissolve into reverberation. What remains is the emotional contour of blues without its conventional structure: bent pitches, pauses heavy with implication and small downward movements that seem to exhaust themselves as they occur.

Recorded primarily in the private scale of Connors’ Brooklyn apartment, the music preserves the intimacy of something discovered rather than formally performed. The four-track recording does not separate the guitar from its surroundings. Hum, grain and faint background noise remain audible, giving the quieter sections a physical depth that polished silence would have destroyed. Each note occupies an actual room and leaves a trace behind. Even when nothing is being played, the recording continues to feel inhabited.

The first several parts revolve around uncertainty. Connors introduces chords that sound almost familiar, then alters their internal balance so that one note appears absent or displaced. Brief melodic shapes surface and hesitate, their fragility intensified by the space surrounding them. This is not indecision in the ordinary sense. The broken phrasing is the composition. Connors makes the effort to continue audible, allowing the listener to hear each gesture being chosen, questioned and either sustained or abandoned.

His use of dynamics is restrained but crucial. Much of the suite remains quiet enough that a slightly firmer attack feels enormous. When fuller chords arrive, their weight comes not from loudness alone but from the long periods of delicacy preceding them. The guitar can briefly flare into warmth, its harmonics widening and brightening the room, only to retreat toward the low strings and darker resonance. These expansions never become conventional climaxes. They are temporary openings in an atmosphere that soon closes around them again.

One section grew from a live collaboration with Alan Licht, yet the album maintains a remarkably unified character. Rather than interrupting the solitary mood, the material adds another shade of movement, briefly making the music feel lighter and more mobile before it contracts once again. Across the suite, Connors acts as both improviser and editor, arranging recordings from different moments into an emotional progression that feels deliberate without becoming overly shaped.

The fifth part comes closest to sustained radiance. Connors returns to a bright, rising figure as though testing whether it can support the record’s accumulated weight. Each repetition changes subtly. The first statement carries confidence, while later versions appear weakened, altered by decay and doubt. A low rumble interrupts the ascent, and the melody’s return no longer possesses the same certainty. The passage captures one of Connors’ defining strengths: his ability to transform repetition into memory, making a phrase sound changed because of what has happened around it.

The final part is striking because it refuses the hesitation governing most of the album. Brief, direct and unusually clear, it rises with a gentleness that feels almost miraculous after the preceding uncertainty. The notes connect more readily, and the guitar seems momentarily released from the gravitational pull of the lower register. It is not a grand resolution, and its brevity prevents triumph from hardening into certainty. Instead, it offers a glimpse of arrival—a small window of trust opened at the end of a record built from doubt.

The title suggests navigation by a distant fixed point, but Connors’ star is never a blazing object. It is something sought through darkness, intermittently visible and valuable precisely because it remains difficult to reach. The suite’s slow pace gives that search emotional credibility. Connors does not manufacture uplift by suddenly increasing volume or introducing a complete melody. He moves toward light through damaged chords, failed ascents and long periods where direction itself seems uncertain.

The Hymn of the North Star is a compact but deeply cumulative work. Its six parts transform slight changes in pressure, pitch and resonance into a complete emotional journey. Connors’ guitar remains fragile throughout, yet fragility does not prevent movement. The music continues reaching outward even when each attempt appears compromised. By allowing imperfection, silence and hesitation to remain fully exposed, Connors makes the final upward gesture feel earned, not as victory over darkness but as a brief light discovered within it.