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Courtis / Kiritchenko / Moglass: three-way collaboration not quite a holy trinity of equals

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Courtis / Kiritchenko / Moglass, self-titled, Carbon Records / Gold Soundz / Tibprod / Nexsound / 1000+1 TiLt, CD 

I’d forgotten that I had this CD for some time. Two musicians and a group – Andrey Kiritchenko, Anla Courtis and The Moglass – trade various sounds they have created and the recipients manipulate and mould what they find into something completely new.

Kiritchenko, head honcho of the Nexsound label, claims the first three spots on this recording with his remoulding of sound sources from former Reynols member Anla Courtis in combination with his own . His interpretations are very spacious and beautiful to behold. The first two tracks are good but the third is outstanding with busy droney or flubby sounds.

The Moglass nab the next three spots (tracks 4 – 6) with interpretations of pieces by Anla Courtis but nothing from Kiritchenko. Compared to Kiritchenko’s contributions, these pieces seem subdued and inward-looking but they pass muster: the fifth track features crazy vocalisations and track 6 has some bewitching shimmery metallic tones that echo, giving the piece a mysterious and somewhat remote ambience. This last effort from the group is one of the better pieces on the whole recording for its somewhat enigmatic quality though for what it does, it’s rather long and monotonous.

Bringing up the rear but claiming the last five spots (tracks 7 – 11), Anla Courtis gets to have the last laugh by remixing sound sources from both Kiritchenko and The Moglass. He starts off in fine style with something very busy and spacey, full of UFO take-off and landing noises. The Moglass pieces are turned into something spooky and intriguing; there might be some danger here but Courtis gives no indication that there are sinister happenings ahead. When it comes to handling the Kiritchenko source material, Courtis produces much crisper, less muffled sounds. However everything seems to be more or less on an even keel and no one track really stands out in any way.

Very pleasant on the whole to listen to casually but most of the music here seems fairly average given the backgrounds of the musicians featured. Some people might expect more quirkiness and off-beat ideas from Courtis: well, I have to advise he left the eccentricity at home. A few tracks are longer than it takes for listeners to grasp their essence, and do not change much for the whole length of their duration. Also the collaboration is lop-sided: Kiritchenko and The Moglass work on Courtis’s material only. No wonder it took me a while to review this; this recording really doesn’t stand out from the rest of the experimental pack and it got swallowed completely in my collection.

Contact: Carbon Records, Tibprod, Nexsound, 1000+1 TiLt

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Wir werden: duo in the process of becoming a significant music-making unit

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Rdeca Raketa, Wir werden, GOD Records, GOD 11 (2013)

Second album by a Viennese duo specialising in electroacoustic improv, “Wir werden”, as its name suggests (German for “We grow” or “We become” depending on the context), indicates these two girls are here for good as a serious music-making unit. Maja Osojnik and Matija Schellander, hereafter M+M for ease of reference and because this WordPress template thing won’t let me spell the band name properly with the appropriate diacritical marks, play a number of different instruments including paetzold recorder, cassette recorders, children’s toys, modular synthesiser, piano and computer among others. They come with impressive pedigrees in music, having worked on film soundtrack music and done several music projects both as solo artists and guest musicians; Schellander in particular is a co-founder of Low Frequency Orchestra.

Two works cover the seven tracks on offer: “Wir werden” includes tracks 1 to 4 and “Andere Menschen” covers tracks 5 to 7. The reality though is the whole album is short enough to be heard as one whole, all the better to appreciate the difference between the two sets of pieces (“Andere Menschen” is a much more dramatic and intense set with greater contrasts in the music). The overall atmosphere is fairly light and pleasant though individual tracks do have their dark moods in parts. Soundscapes pass by and transit one to the next quite seamlessly. There can be quite a lot of playfulness and froth (early part of track 3) and the musicians seem possessed of a child-like desire for adventure and a light touch. “Andere Menschen” tends to be a more serious, perhaps “adult” set in comparison with the earlier, more whimsical tracks but there is still room for lightness in parts.

The standard of composition and music-making is good and consistent; the sounds are very orderly and the entire recording has a spacious quality. It comes across as a modest but good recording; there are no really grand gestures here. Some very interesting textures and fragments close to becoming melodies appear. No doubt we’ll be hearing much more from this duo: M+M show quite a lot of promise as significant electroacoustic improv musicians together.

Contact: GOD RecordsRdeca Raketa

18/06/2013 update: Maja writes to tell us she is “very happy, but have one correction, we are not 2 girls, matija is a man, of course you couldn’t know as he has unusual name ; ). Just to let you know. But like I said, we are very happy that you wrote an article about the record.”

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Ordine ’91 – ’96: a varied palette ranging from post-punk / garage to severe minimal abstraction

Starfuckers, Ordine ’91 – ’96, Sometimes Records, CD SR_02 (2010)

Here’s an interesting compilation of songs by Italian band Starfuckers that traces the musicians’ evolution from Stooges / MC5 / Patti Smith -styled post-punk to deconstructed anti-rock minimalism verging on abstraction and musique concrete. According to the information in the accompanying booklet, tracks 1 – 6 come from a mini-album “Brodo di Cagne Strategico” and the bulk of the compilation’s second half comes from a full-length recording “Sinistri”. The remaining three tracks on the collection appear never to have been released previously and include a cover of the old Beatles song “Dear Prudence”.

The songs from the mini-album are out-and-out garage rockers with saxophone lending a funky jazz edge on most tracks. Vocalist Manuele Giannini announces the lyrics in a rather arch, almost distant manner, as if regarding the music with some irony or amusement. Even the Beatles number, when it comes, is treated with some disdain to the extent that it can only be recognised from the sparse beat and the key changes that correspond to the original song’s choruses.  By now the band’s half-rock / half-jazz approach includes a fair number of electronics-based effects and found sound recordings that put these astral followers on a groove parallel to New Zealand’s The Dead C. The other cover “Mechanical Man” sees a slightly more noisy Starfuckers band experimenting with space; at this point they’re sounding a little like The Fall in their heyday.

Tracks 9 to 15 come off the “Sinistri” album and a strange lot they are, more like fragments of other songs that for some reason fell apart and only scraps of them survived the disaster that caused them to disintegrate. Some of these songs got spliced together again but not necessarily in correct order; you can’t even be sure that some tracks are not jumbled bits and pieces of several songs. “251 Infinito” is an eerie piece of disjointed sounds and proto-melody filaments linked by space and more atmosphere than would normally be found in so-called ambient or atmospheric mood music. Another mysterious track is “Mutilati”, a noirish mood piece of urban blues guitar tones, Giannini’s spoken lyrics delivered in a matter-of-fact way as though he were a hard-boiled private eye dispassionately describing a vicious murder in an alley-way, shrill falling-comet effects and sharp snare drum work. The quietest and noisiest track on this part of the album is “Zentropia”: deep and dead silence is punctuated by howls of guitar and percussion effects. At the rate these guys were developing their music, it’s a wonder they didn’t create Onkyo music before the likes of Yoshihide Otomo and Sachiko Matsubara did.

“Ordine pubblico” is a rather odd song to be found on this side of the compilation, nested up against such abstract improv: it must have been intended as singles material and Giannini’s declamations suggest a political sensibility that must surely have been a long-standing motivator for their music. There is still considerable experimentation with rumbles and handclaps in the instrumental parts of the song. Bringing up the rear is “Quattro studi (su un’intervista) I”, about as abstract, unstructured and improvised as a song can be this side of Raster Noton.

It’s a wonder that a band with such a varied palette of music that on paper would jar so much yet when heard makes complete sense has remained little known outside its native Italy. The language barrier and perhaps the band’s lyrical preoccupations about Italian politics and society would have been major barriers to their acceptance in the wider world. (As would also be the usual stereotypes we have about the Mafia pulling the strings in politics.) One would like to think that the band’s style – perhaps a bit ironic but always open-minded and defiantly idiosyncratic – would be the main attraction for potential followers outside Italy. Starfuckers would be an ideal musician’s band for sure.

Contact: Sometimes Records, Starfuckers

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Scather: a low-key and steady little worker

Daniel Menche, Scather, Taalem, mini-CDR alm23 (2005)

Another of the two little CDRs I bought years ago, this one’s by noisenik Daniel Menche who, funnily enough, had another release “Skadha” out about the same time. I wonder if he simply forgot that he had “Skadha” just out already when he sent this tiny disc out into the wild blue yonder of public scrutiny and opinion. A quivering, juddering wobble drone, perhaps plastic kin to the Energizer Bunny tapping out those tom-tom beats while the battery runs low, stutters on centre stage while deep crackly vibrations ruminate and plot strategy. Soft chitter soon comes into the spotlight but it’s not long before underground crunchy buckling puts up a serious challenge. The music continues to evolve with one set of sounds replacing another,  more crispy-crackly murmur in a low-key austere style than outright childish “look-at-me!” noise.

It gets a bit tight and strangled about the halfway mark and your ears strain to catch all meaning in the thinned-out texture that may be the only thing audible. The piece returns to near full-strength moaning about the 15th minute as it labours towards its goal. In the last minute, the recording comes close to blaring out its heart and soul only to be suddenly cut off!

A fairly quiet recording this was for Menche in those days many years ago, not at all angry or cheeky in spite of its name … this is a steady little worker, head down and tail up, earnest and diligent, that has something to say if you’re prepared to stick with it.

No, I am not talking about the chihuahua, I am talking about this recording!

Contact: Taalem

 

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Bactérie: placid industrial ambient soundtrack for a tiny movie about tiny subjects

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M.B., Bactérie, Taalem, mini-CD alm 34 (2006)

Rummaging through my music collection one day, I found I had a few tiny 3-inch CDs from the Paris-based label Taalem sitting in the corners and looking very forlorn so I thought it was time to give them a fresh airing. One of these is Maurizio Bianchi’s “Bactérie” release: a tiny soundtrack for an equally miniature movie – well, yes, I have seen movies smaller than 24 minutes! – about our tiny micro-organism friends, bacteria. I don’t worry about M.B.’s explanation of what the track’s intended to achieve: since lapsing back into a state of musical incommunicado in 2009, I doubt he can be all that bothered to explain the gobbledygook about profaning the rigid stoicism of Western education orthrodromy. Perhaps the mini-disc is all about what bacteria are presumed to be the masters of: pullulating at alarming rates to cover the entire planet with their numbers in a matter of months, or making our lives a misery with all the diseases and conditions they’re blamed with causing. Not to mention of course helping the big pharmaceutical companies a nice billion or two in pushing various anti-bacterial palliatives such as antibiotics that we humans don’t use properly so that while most of the little buggers are killed off, a few survive with strengthened resistance to get back down to the serious business of high-speed reproduction.

A stern, steely power with a forbidding, buzzing drone atmosphere, drawn-out metallic tone musings and industrial-factory effects and washes characterises the music. One might imagine a ghostly presence in parts of the music. I had initially imagined something more digital with teeny-tiny tone grit pieces starting small and minimal, gradually building up their numbers with the pace to match and then suddenly exploding and proliferating widely into chaotic sonic storms. M.B. seems sure of what he’s doing, steering his serene drone marathon with a firm hand on the tiller. About the 15th minute, a dense jackhammering effect answers my original question and satisfies my curiosity, albeit temporarily.

Overall this is a placid piece, not at all menacing and certainly giving no indication that within its boundaries there are breeding staphylococci and streptococci capable of denuding entire continents of their human plagues. I feel pretty safe with this mini-disc, having had it for several years and not turned a hair. Oh wait, maybe I am intended as an unwitting and naive carrier of ailments more unseen?

Contact: Taalem

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Ensemble Pearl: debut album of low-key cavernous drone soundscapes

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Ensemble Pearl, self-titled, Drag City, DC544CD (2013)

Led by Stephen O’Malley and featuring Michio Kurihara, Atsuo of Boris and William Herzog, Ensemble Pearl is a venture into impressionistic and sometimes ponderous soundscapes of guitar drone. Basic line-up is guitars-bass-drums with additional instrumentation from Eyvind Kang and Timba Harris. The album derives from music the group played for a dance performance choreographed by Gisèle Vienne, who has occasionally surfaced here and there on various TSP album reviews (especially those for SOMA’s other project KTL) as a catalyst eminence grise.

The mood across the six tracks tends to be fairly dark and quite solemn, the first track “Ghost Parade” setting the tone and atmosphere with suggestions of deep space behind the music. “Painting on a Corpse” sets up a tension between the urgent rhythmic repetition and the guitar improvisations which are distinguished by long extended chords and pointillist lines of quivering raindrop notes.

After the light and delicate “Wray”, we return to a cavernous and lumbering world in twilight shades in “Island Epiphany”. Mysterious though not malevolent ambience, clear production and slight echoes give an impression of a huge if empty labyrinth within the soundscapes. Guitar drones can be long, rough and ear-splitting in tone and texture. In “Giant”, the listener is lulled into thinking the musicians are treading water until about the 4th minute when an unseen force pulls everybody into higher realms of existence. Light sparkles of angelic presence watch over you as you pass by. Higher and higher you go until the scenery changes and you find yourself on the edge between an ordered universe and a dark chaos.

There hardly seems anything left for Ensemble Pearl to do at this point. “Sexy Angle” comes across as a not very remarkable summation of what’s come before despite its 17-minute length: it’s a long ponderous struggle through murky tunnels and black chasms. Although that may very well be the point: on reaching the heights of illumination, clarity and perfection, one must return to ordinary life and its uncertainties to understand the work to be done to recreate something of what was briefly experienced.

It has its beautiful and blissful moments which unfortunately are too few while the sombre plodding passages are too many. The album is very subdued for a group of musicians whose names, individually and sometimes together, are associated with power and loudness. There’s a lot of depth to the music, often so much so that it almost swallows up the energy and zest released by the musicians which might account for the relative low-key feel of the entire work. The album might disappoint fans of SOMA and Boris alike but, considered as part of SOMA’s increasingly varied oeuvre as a musician and artist, it must be considered an essential step in his musical adventures which have taken him far, far beyond doom metal.

Contact: Drag City

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Fistula: a complex and temperamental sound beast of many moods

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Sujo and Sun Hammer, Fistula, Inam Records, CD 107 (2012)

“Fistula” is a medical term describing a passage between two organs that normally aren’t connected and, while I think it’s one of those topics that inspire surgeons to tell each other war stories and jokes at post-conference cocktail parties, I can see the title is an apt metaphor for the music, a collaboration between noise / drone guitarist Sujo (Ryan Huber) and ambient soundscape designer Sun Hammer (Jay Bodley). Seven quite beautiful atmospheric tracks of shimmery guitar fuzz and buzz drone, digital noise, musique concrete, industrial, ambient and post-rock are featured here. The various genres weave from one to another to create a network of passageways that result in a complex and temperamental sound beast of many unpredictable moods.

All tracks can be heard as movements (heh-heh) of one over-arching work or separately. Though they all include noise and drone as essential elements and can be harsh and abrasive in tone and volume, several tracks (especially later ones) can be very serene and blissful. From track 5 “Hari” onwards, the music can be introverted and brooding with little attempt made to find a way of resolving the darkness and tension arising from deep within its wells.

The album might not be as long as I’d like – a few pieces here and there feel quite cramped for room and time and deserve to be more expansive and exploratory – but the tracks exert a strong pull on the consciousness and quickly mesmerises and initiates the listener into its self-contained universe of sculptured noise / drone and moody dark ambience. The album has quite a distinct character, being energetic and strongly hard-edged in style in its first half before the aggression gives way to quieter and more introspective mood music.

Contact: Sujo, Sun Hammer

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Vaporware / Scanops: quiet electronic wonderworld shyly waits for visitors

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Bee Mask, Vaporware / Scanops, Australia, Room 40, RM450 (2012)

Deceptively innocent and cheerful, this spacey and spaced-out recording by Bee Mask (Chris Madak) reveals some unexpected dark moods and a slightly forlorn air that suggests longing and loneliness in parts.

“Vaporware” relies heavily on a hard electronic space-ambient groove to whip up the rest of the music into readiness for launch into the vast reaches of space. Three-two-one and it’s off we go into heady vistas of interstellar wonder riding on flotsam and jetsam of busy rubber sonic stitchery, curvy bubbles, popping drone and fairy celeste tone melodies. A beautiful journey in sound and mood this is, rich in bejewelled bedazzlement and a mix of joy, awe and not a little sadness that this all has a finite life.

Sad wistfulness continues to be a driving force in “Scanops” but the sighing sounds give way to sampled voice and effects that have a playful, sunny quality. The music tails off into bubbling water, twittering swirls and repeating voices. More bewitching and befuddling sounds follow that draw the rapt listener into an active and ever-changing sound universe. Our journey eventually drifts into a soft and quietly happy world that is known to very few others.

At times Madak falls too deeply in love with these sounds and hangs onto them for all they’re worth, to the point where the music almost starts to sound laboured and self-indulgent. I almost want to turn away to something more focussed and less pretty.  Apart from this little gripe, I find this extended single / short album is a welcome and pleasant work to play late in the evening. You may be at home late at night on your own after yet another hard day and want something to remind you that there are still wonders in the universe shyly waiting for you to reach out to them: well, this recording is your guide to these quiet beings.

Contact: Room40

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A Very Visual Bricolage

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Among the most radical and fiercely experimental avant-noise makers is Guido Hübner and his project Das Synthetische Mischgewebe. The DSM entity sometimes seems so nebulous I would never like to take bets as to who is involved in it, what its aims are, what sort of sounds it makes, or if it even exists…however, Guido is real enough, a friendly and approachable fellow who sent us a parcel which arrived 01 June 2012 with the note “Guess you got the one with RLW already?!”, which may or may not refer to a joint release which I did receive at the same time as RLW’s Sechs Abstande LP but have not yet spun. “Here’s my latest one…will tour Ukraine with Artificial Memory Trace in July/August”. The latest one is called hápax (legómenon) (PHAGE TAPES PT:178) and comprises three lengthy tracks of unidentifiable, strangely creaking non-musical and highly abstracted sounds. The story of it is that there is an incarnation of DSM which plays live shows, an enterprise for which Guido is joined by Rainer Frey and and Samuel Loviton in the presentation. It’s largely built around the “amplified objects” method, a technique which only the bravest improvisers have ever approached, and few have pulled off with success. It’s hard to state with any certainty what these objects may be, or how they are selected; indeed they may be more in the way of “assemblages”. If the photo inside here is anything to go by, we’re talking about the contents of an average kitchen, garage or garden shed or items rescued from a junkpile, or indeed simply fished out of the recycling sacks of any given city street. The players then activate sounds using equally obscure methods, sometimes involving motors, but also applying a parody version of the movements of a classical instrument player (e.g. bowing, strumming, hammering) to the objects. Everything is amplified with mics, contact mics, or tiny guitar pickups; and the sounds are manipulated in real time by all of the players on stage.

When doing this, DSM lay great stress on the spontaneity and untidiness of the on-stage situation (wires and cables trailing everywhere around the piles of junk), and are proud of the very strong dynamic ranges they generate for the delectation of the audience (combinations of electronic and acoustic, very high and low sounds). Not that you would necessarily glean any of the above from hápax (legómenon), a CD which itself constitutes a reworking and recomposition derived from multiple live shows recorded in the eight years between 2003 and 2011, and in 24 different international locations. I am unable to convey in words the effect of this record, except to note that the aural experience is a tremendously understated one and the listener must tread patiently across the bric-a-brac presented hereon, paying close attention to the fractured stream of anti-logic that has been created. The abiding impression is a very Surrealist one, taking us back to the roots of Surrealism inside the flea-markets of Paris with their odd objects piled up in chance order. There is also the strong absurdist streak, putting objects to a use for which they were not intended, and eschewing normal music production methods in favour of strange sound generation. I am reminded of a very obscure French comic strip story by Paul Carali, called “Albert Le Différent”. This absurd psychotic schizoid character was so disaffected and alienated from modern society that he set about trying to “guess” the meaning of household objects used by ordinary people, simply because he genuinely had no idea what they “meant” or what they were used for. In the end Albert was arrested and declared certifiably insane, until his twisted logic persuaded the analysts that he was not mad at all. The authorities not only released him, but soon thereafter the rest of society started doing things Albert’s way, and he had to revert to “normal” behaviour in order to remain “different”. There’s a moral here somewhere.

© Paul Carali, from "L'Amalgame", Editons Du Square 1979.
© Paul Carali, from “L’Amalgame”, Editions Du Square 1979.
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The Towering Inferno

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From Eli Keszler we have the wonderful Catching Net (PAN 32), shaping up to be an exceptionally powerful set…I received the release as two unmarked CDRs in a plain white sleeve so shoved one into nearby slot in hopes of result…this is how I began by playing the second disc first and received the almighty shock of hearing ‘Catching Net’, where Keszler combines one of his installations with chamber music, viz. a string quartet and piano. We have encountered his installation work previously for example on the impressive Oxtirn LP which was reissued by ESP-Disk in 2010. For some reason I misapprehended these installations as being a little more complex than they actually are, when it seems the main component is piano wires, strung about the performance space in such wise as to cause strong and extremely resonant vibrations. Paul Panhuysen would be proud. It seems the composer was aiming for a certain timeless quality in opting to use piano strings, “sounds that won’t get dated in any way”. I also learn that while he’s had training in music, his visual art / sculptural skills are all hard-won on his own terms…in other words he’s an auto-didact in that area…which may account for his bold gestures and risk-taking. This ‘Catching Net’ piece alone ought to justify instant purchase of the release by Xenakis fans…using all-acoustic methods, a monument in sound is erected, its creaks and groans reaching up to the stars with solid staircases of iron…his compositional method does involve some form of notation, but a stopwatch is used to determine the tempo, rather than conventional marks on a stave…this may be because machinery and motors are used to scrape, judder and hammer the strings…imagine a large-scale version of Conlon Nancarrow’s player piano, only stripped bare and removed from its wooden coffin, and the hammering action taking place in a form of grisly, deathly slow-motion performed by inhuman robot arms.

The triumph of ‘Catching Net’ has been to combine the mechanisms of the installation with the violins, viola, cello and piano, melding classical chamber music with abstract metallic sound art to produce astonishing, astringent effects that your body cannot ignore, in a face-to-face exemplar of raw and physical art-music. To hear the installation by itself, we click on to next track ‘Cold Pin’ which offers further monstrous scrapperings of doomulated grind for 13 minutes. It is here specifically that the motorised components come into play on a version of the installation that was attached to a large curved wall in a huge dome in Boston called the Cyclorama 1. Once again the axis of art-music-architecture is too clear to ignore and the Xenakis comparison is not far from the mark. Also on disc two we have ‘Collecting Basin’ which was executed by stringing up a large water tower and using two empty basins 2 as “amplifiers” or echo units. Astute avant-music fans may recall to mind Eric Lanzillotta’s Water Tower record 3, but also the echo experiments of Yoshi Wada when he used an empty swimming pool to act as a natural echo amphitheatre for his resonant chanting voice 4. It’s probably fair to see Keszler in the tradition of the old school of American conceptual artists of the 1960s and 1970s, who really thought big…transforming entire landscapes, taking over buildings, creating huge blocky steel sculptures in enormous New York lofts, pushing them out into public spaces…5 this ‘Collecting Basin’ induces dizzying vertigo as we listen to its terrifying grunts and sighs, like some gigantic breathing ogre in its cave, the very sound invoking the awesome scale of the acoustic space.

Disc One gathers three performances called ‘Cold Pin’ 1-3, and are records of Eli’s “band” performing heavily percussive and metallic noise. The three performances were recorded in significantly different acoustic spaces, which is most noticeable on the third very echoey track. In the band are Ashley Paul on alto sax and bass harp, Geoff Mullen on guitar, Greg Kelley on trumpet and Reuben Son on bassoon, with Keszler rattling his tireless arms across an array that includes drums, percussion instruments, crotales, and another guitar. Two of these cuts have already been released by the PAN label. ‘Cold Pin 1′ is intense and heavy – the improvising elements barely allowed to get a word in edgewise among the throbbing steel blasts and near-continuous resonating effects. On ‘Cold Pin 2′ the other players are more audible and the performance succeeds as a very radical form of group improvisation, where every second is packed with dense, detailed musical information. This music seems to be unfolding and generating itself, rather than played by people in real time; the collaborators are like radio receivers for these streams of information from unknown dimensions. On ‘Cold Pin 3′, it’s a little unclear whether the same five-piece is featured; the notes refer to a “mixed sextet and piano quintet”, and on early spins I’m not yet able to perceive any pianos playing here at all. But no matter, as this 25-minute piece is another essential piece of keening, melancholic, churning music, where some very unhappy brass or reed instruments make their plaint in slow and languid tones across a bedrock of spiky and restless percussive skitterments. Highly recommend this Catching Net double CD…its wild dynamics, resonating frequencies and primeval forces will alarm and amaze you…Keszler is emerging as a significant talent and one with a completely unique and personal approach to acoustic sound-generation, combining it with composition, improvisation, noise and live ensemble playing in very exciting ways.

  1. See this image to give you some idea of the scale involved.
  2. Very coincidentally, the water tower was in Shreveport, thought by many to be the original home of The Residents.
  3. Anomalous Records, SOUND 1, 2000; although Lanzillotta was probably aiming more for a naturalistic “found” installation vibe
  4. Lament For The Rise And Fall Of The Elephantine Crocodile, India Navigation IN 3025, 1982
  5. Such as…erm…Tony Smith, Christo, Serra, Carl Andre…
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