Holland’s lyrics are spoken in various degrees of pitch manipulation and sonic distortion by a selected group of unknowns from Eno’s private life. As one can ascertain, this solemn aspect of Bells is appropriately polarizing. Much of the album feels like Poetry Night at a decidedly post-modern, futurist, jazz bar. Thirty seconds into "Bless This Space", the listener will be able to form an accurate opinion on this technique. For those turned off by the poetry vibe, an instrumental version of Bells is also available. But as for the music, it’s oh-so reliably Eno. Bells features a decidedly noir slant with ratatat skitter beats and trademark chord arrangements that feel tastefully sprinkled here and there upon an ambient soundscape. As per usual, it often seems as if Eno knows something the rest of us don’t. And like most of his material, the sounds here feel evolved as opposed to constructed. This is why reviewing a Brian Eno album feels oddly counterproductive- who are we to criticize the natural order of things?
Drums Between the Bells is streaming in it's entirety here.