De.Chronos. means both exploration of Time, both deconstruction of Time. Into the pieces are perceived dynamics interrupted, regular pulses, unstable speeds, static timbres. So, here's the Timelines Deconstruction and Recomposition, the Disintegration of metronomic regularity, brought back to primary patterns.
The system is often disturbed or unhooked, or left free to express almost imperfect biological life. The phrasing is always traceable to harmonic conceptions, in the meaning of "Melodies of timbres" (A.Schoenberg). The sound-colors are designed to "Expressionist" mode, therefore often violent, bright, lacerated. The Granular Synthesis allows the creation of intense, primordial, ancestral atmospheres. Granules pulverize the time pulse. Chronos is vaporized. Then it finds himself.
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released July 19, 2016
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All works composed, performed, edited by Maurizio Carrettin.
July 2016. Italy, Cremona
Images: © All rights reserved: Maurizio Carrettin
Ugasanie has always had a deep love and respect for the frozen north. Since the inception of his project around 2011, Pavel Malyshkin has been giving listeners a front-row seat to the sounds and emotions of the far north. The revitalization of the dungeon synth genre along with the popularity of artists like Northaunt and labels like Glacial Movements on the dark ambient front means that there is a continuous release of all things polar ambient. Enter Ugasanie…
Much like Northaunt, Vitsyebsk, Belarus’s Ugasanie is completely dedicated to the polar ambient sound. With around a dozen releases over the last few years, Ugasanie stays busy. The beauty, however, is that Ugasanie manages to give each album its own unique tone, setting, and emotional output. While we are always surrounded by the winds of the frigid north, we rarely witness the same scenery twice.
Ugasanie was one of the first artists to release an album on the nascent Cryo Chamber dark ambient label. On his label debut, White Silence, Ugasanie gave us the first taste of sounds from the magical combination of his polar ambient style, matched with the brilliant mastering skills of label owner Simon Heath. Now, releasing his fourth album on Cryo Chamber, Ugasanie takes us once again into the deep, frigid expanses of the far north.
In a land inhabited by few, where some see nothing, Ugasanie sees a brilliantly magical world. It is a place where humanity is humbled; where we are no longer safely nestled at the top of the food chain; where temperatures plummet so low that being unprotected in the elements for five minutes could end one’s life right then and there. Border of Worlds hones in on this remoteness: the disconnect from the modern world. In the frigid north, the gods themselves are the makers and destroyers.
Traversing a blisteringly cold mountain pass, each breath freezing your nostrils, Ugasanie puts the listener right into the center of the story. We can feel, hear, and almost visualize the world which Ugasanie paints for the listener. On tracks like “Over the Tundra,” we hear some lonely protagonist as he fights his way through subzero winds, icy flecks tearing at his cheeks. Each step brings a new challenge.
Yet, while one may feel alone in this bleak and barely habitable expanse, the gods are ever present. Indeed, they force themselves upon the fabrics of reality. As the protagonist becomes delirious, the gods are able to show their faces ever more freely. Tracks like “Obfuscation” and “Initiation” give witness to the tearing of the fabrics—the acceptance of and communication with the divine.
Cryo Chamber has been expanding its horizons throughout 2016. From its birth, Cryo Chamber was a cinematic dark ambient label. Recently, however, we have seen albums like Be Left to Oneself by Keosz and Genesis by Paleowolf which definitely push beyond the confines of strictly cinematic dark ambient. Yet, Border of Worlds proves that the foundations of the label have certainly not been shaken, and there is always plenty of room for the brilliant frozen wanderings of Ugasanie. If you love subtle drones, surprisingly unique field recordings, and a large dose of subzero soundscape, Border of Worlds should be a highlight among this year’s dark ambient offerings.
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Check the album below:
01) White Death
02) Over the Tundra
04) My Mother-Beast
05) On the Branches of the Sacred Larch
07) North Breath
08) Way of Amanita
09) In Cold Arctic Winds
10) Endless Winter
Written by: Michael Barnett
Label: Cryo Chamber (United States) / None / CD, Digital
Dark Ambient / Drone
‘Selected Network Studies’ collects audio/visual experiments carried out by the Network Ensemble since 2015.
This limited edition, UV-printed, vacuum-sealed mylar package contains a 2GB SD Card featuring one hour of video material and 45 minutes of sound material. Texts and images documenting the hardware and software built for network exploration are included, alongside details of the data collection and performance sites.
Selected Network Studies.txt
Network Study I / Annotations.txt
Network Study I - Docklands.mp4
Network Study I / Documentation
Network Study IV—X / Annotations.txt
Network Study IV - Flight D82644.mp4
Network Study V - Fiumicino.mp4
Network Study VI - Garbatella.mp4
Network Study VII - Vatican City.mp4
Network Study VIII - US Embassy.mp4
Network Study IX - Piazza Navona.mp4
Network Study X - Flight FR4215.mp4
Network Study IV—X / Documentation
Network Study XI / Annotations.txt
Network Study XI - Stansted.mp4
Network Study XII—XIII / Annotations.txt
Network Study XII / Prelude for Machines.mp3
Network Study XII / Humans.mp3
Network Study XII / Ghosts.mp3
Network Study XIII / Invocation.mp3
Network Study XIII / Act I — Machines.mp3
Network Study XIII / Act II — Bodies.mp3
Network Study XIII / Act III — Mystique.mp3
Network Study XII—XIII / Documentation
Includes unlimited streaming of Selected Network Studies via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
The digital version of 'Selected Network Studies' contains recordings of sound performances carried out in Berlin and London, and an audiovisual Network Study focusing on Stansted Airport.
Texts and images documenting both the hardware and software built for the network exploration are included, alongside details of the data collection and performance sites.
Founded by Oliver Smith and Francesco Tacchini, the Network Ensemble transforms WiFi communications into sound in real time using custom-made machines.
Listen the sounds below:
Selected Network Studies.txt
Network Study XI / Annotations.txt
Network Study XI - Stansted.mp4
Network Study XII—XIII / Annotations.txt
Network Study XII / Prelude for Machines.wav
Network Study XII / Humans.wav
Network Study XII / Ghosts.wav
Network Study XIII / Invocation.wav
Network Study XIII / Act I — Machines.wav
Network Study XIII / Act II — Bodies.wav
Network Study XIII / Act III — Mystique.wav
Network Study XII—XIII / Documentation
released June 13, 2017
As one of the most socially conscious young composers in contemporary classical music, Ted Hearne has drawn on a multitude of influences to create Sound from the Bench—his first project for Cantaloupe Music.
The title piece also features the edgy electric guitars of Dither’s Taylor Levine and James Moore, as well as the rhythmic flourishes of percussionist Ron Wiltrout. Taken as a whole, this is some of Hearne’s most wide-ranging and adventurous work—a siren call that resonates with unusual passion in these politically charged times.
Clocking in at 40 minutes, this probing exploration of the Supreme Court's Citizen's United decision is brilliantly scored for choir, electric guitars, and drums/percussion. Hearne lifts texts from Jena Osman's Corporate Relations, a collection of poems that follows the historical trajectory of corporate personhood in the United States. The five movements combine language taken from landmark Supreme Court Cases with words from ventriloquism textbooks.
As the piece progresses, the human voices are "thrown" and thrown over by the mechanical and menacing voices of the electric guitars. Says Hearne, "I strive toward a polyphony of oppositional voices and perspectives in my music, and to bring the chaotic forces of life into the work itself. It was this impulse, and the unabashedly political tone of Osman's poetry, that made me want to set some part of Corporate Relations to music.”
Sound from the Bench shares a program with three other recent pieces by Hearne that, in the words of The Crossing's conductor, Donald Nally, are “fundamentally about asking questions—questions about the world we live in, about art, and about language and music.” Hearne’s virtuosic and hauntingly beautiful musical settings entice, repulse, and surprise in turns, as he interweaves texts from the Iraq War Logs ('Ripple'), Bill Moyer’s 2009 interview with The Wire creator David Simon ('Privilege'), and the 2013 case of rape by high school students in Steubenville, Ohio ('Consent'). The Crossing has recorded these four works for release on Cantaloupe Music, on an album produced by Nick Tipp and titled after the anchoring work.
released March 24, 2017
Rather than circling a solitary music style, the Heliocentric's far reaching jams winding out into incalculable worlds of sound. The U.K. troupe has invested years pressing pieces of hip-hop, jazz, psych, and krautrock into their sleep inducing, droning structures since appearing on DJ Shadow's 2006 album The Outsider. The group’s fourth album, A World of Masks, brags a comparable mix of sounds, yet the expansion of Slovakian vocalist Barbora Patkova brings a crisp component, putting their minor-enter grooves into exciting new setting.
A World of Masks alludes to each one of those styles, since musical diversity is heated into the Heliocentric's music DNA. Be that as it may, all through 11 tracks totaling 45 minutes, the gathering focuses principally on supernatural psych-funk. Each piece feels like some portion of a general suite, a sort of boundless infinite stick the band could apparently play until the end of time. Heliocentrics tunes dependably begin from ad lib, yet that is clearer this time around. The free way of their liberated adventures summon European aggregates like Can and Träd, Gräs och Stenar as much as space voyagers like Funkadelic and Sun Ra (who, not incidentally, made two albums in the '60s called The Heliocentric Worlds of Sun Ra).
The focus on A World of Masks comes in part from another advancement. Heliocentrics tunes are generally instrumental, however on the greater part the collection's tunes, Slovokian vocalist Barbora Patkova ad libs verses, regularly in her local dialect. Her vocals are similarly as space-bound as the Heliocentrics' music – now and again she brings out the striking Sun Ra Arkestra artist June Tyson – yet they additionally give a system to the band's flexible jams. The collection opens with her most out-front execution, as she burns over the moderate form of "Made of the Sun," manufacturing a vocal-instrumental advantageous interaction that holds on all through A World of Masks.
Release date: 26.05.17
Made Of The Sun
A World Of Masks
Capital Of Alone
The Uncertainty Principle
German dark ambient project Ager Sonus catch sight of ‘Book of the Black Earth’ released on Cryo Chamberoulder.
Arise in 2014, “Ager Sonus” is the Dark Ambient project of German musician Thomas Langewehr
Experiencing childhood in a time where the Cold War was all the while going solid, becoming acquainted with the dim history of Nazi-Germany and the greater part of the catastrophe und experiencing that came it, it made a solid sentiment coerce that will be with him until the end of time. He saw the Chernobyl-disaster, the fall of the Berlin Wall, the reunification of East-and West-Germany and in addition the ruin of the Soviet Union. The primary Iraq War, where he recalls individuals sitting frightened before their Tvs mulling over purchasing gas covers in light of the fact that the media conjectured about the aftermath achieving Europe.
A considerable measure of extremely important occasions in history that demonstrated a great deal of murkiness, incomprehensible levels of human enduring and only level out abhorrence, additionally motivation from individuals willing to battle and remain for a superior place to live. So haziness has dependably been a piece of his life which at last showed in his music. Getting motivation for his music additionally originates from long strolls through the outside with his sound recorder dependably good to go to catch the climate of the phase of war.
From the primary discharge in 2014 to the most recent he investigated many ways to deal with encompassing music. From field recordings, customary synthesizers, glitches to utilizing a great deal of symphonic instruments and vocals. Later collections began recounting a collection long stories, directing far from making single tracks with contained subjects.
Cryo Chamber is now releasing “Book of the Black Earth” which offers what the label calls “dark bass drone rumbles in the caverns under long forgotten cities”. Note that this time Ager Sonus created an Egyptian backdrop using flutes and atmospheric layerings.
You can preview the album below. Note that the album can be downloaded via Bandcamp or purchased as a full-color 6-panel digipak, also via Bandcamp. The release is featuring – as usual – great artwork by Simon Heath.
Daniel Brandt is the percussionist of Berlin's Brandt Brauer Frick ensemble, which adjusts modern classical and dance music. His initially solo album is more qualified to detached consideration.
What begun off as a more simplistic idea soon developed into something significantly more mind boggling as the London and Berlin-based music maker traversed the world, trying different things with different specialists and distinctive instruments. From his dad's lodge situated in the German countryside with access to only cymbals to being encompassed by guitars in Joshua Tree, his surprising voyage soon advanced into what turned into his initially solo album.
Daniel Brandt, best known as the drummer in trial techno trio Brandt Brauer Frick, the thought was to record a album including exclusively of arrangements made utilizing just cymbals. In any case, in the wake of securing himself his dad's lodge for three days, it rapidly ended up noticeably obvious that the thought was not going to be conceivable as new and unexpected ideas came to him that would require the utilization of different instruments. Left with minimal decision however to investigate these new methodologies, Brandt voyaged everywhere throughout the world, exploring different avenues regarding diverse sorts of instruments and different specialists.
Accomplishing the sounds drifting inside his go to be an interesting test in itself. Notwithstanding being a capable artist, Brandt found that he needed to take in a portion of the instruments himself, showing a splendid level of sense of duty regarding his vision. The resultant collection sees Brandt playing out the greater part of the instrumentation including the guitar, bass, consoles and synths. The main special cases being the visitor appearances of Florian Junker on trombone, Manu Delago on hang drum and Andreas Voss on cello. Whatever, thoughts he had at the commencement of this venture, definitely moved as he was presented to various conditions and affected by the specialists and instruments he experienced en route. In the event that it was something of a startling voyage for Brandt, then it is unquestionably sudden for the audience as every tune turns in frequently abnormal bearings as he difficulties the desires behind regular melody piece and structure.
Eternal Something starts out with an untypical track, ‘Chaparral Mesa’, that could give the wrong impression of the project. It’s great, but for some time, it sounds like overdubbed guitar parts are jostling for space, and sounds more than a little like the kind of post-King Crimson work of Robert Fripp and his musical buddies. Eventually, however, repetitive beats enter against surging ambience, setting up a template that the album will follow. With beats bobbing about like buoys on choppy water, but with a backdrop set in the sea of tranquility, it’s a joy for the ears.
Pros in low-end bass will likely not get their stones off, on the grounds that the subwoofer just truly kicks in two or three times, however that is not the point. Everlasting Something is a record where the surface and tunefulness of the percussion alone is a head trek, and after that there are the various sonic hues and patternings to mull over.
It is unkind to call this state of mind music, however it works perfectly as a foundation canvas. There's nothing better, in any case, than disposition music that transforms into something else when you connect with it, and sonically and musically, there's sufficient of everything to pacify the faculties.
“Eternal Something” is an intricate highlight of the album. Once again the tangled, skittering instrumentation wheels around an uncomplicated, basic piano theme. All things considered, Brandt utilizes the piano more like a DJ would as he bit by bit gives it a chance to construct, giving it something of an old school building feel. As it tumbles down the opposite side of this pinnacle, it undermines to break free totally from any similarity of structure however by one means or another figures out how to hold together notwithstanding resisting the creases. "Casa Fiesta" includes somewhat more metal as it elements vigorously mutilated trumpet, which gives the melody recognizable warmth while keeping up the temperament of experimentation. Collection nearer, "On the Move" is a marginally sad, elegiac piece which feels like the finish of a section as the different closures are consistently tied up.
This a beautiful yet surprisingly subtle album.
01. Chapparal Mesa
03. The White Of The Eye
04. Turn Over
05. Kale Me
06. Eternal Something
07. Casa Fiesta
08. On The Move
Released on 24 March 2017
Tongues of Light acts as a kind of psychopomp or liminal interpreter for a wide range of belief systems, all rooted in the common conviction that they are channelling sounds from some “other” or “higher” entity or dimension, much in the same way that Sun Ra believed he was channelling celestial bodies thru his music or the Dogon people of sub-Saharan Africa believed they received alien codes describing humanity’s heritage.
Channeled Messages At The End Of History comes from Demdike Stare and Andy Votel's label Pre-Cert Home Entertainment, but the comforting familiarity stops there. From the freaky cover art to the words encompassing the press, there's most likely some genuine thought and contemplative idea put into the discoveries and tests on the record. Part into two recordings; "Healing Side" and "Awakening Side", the record takes you through fascinating sounds, mixed with act of spontaneity, and weaved together like a high contrast history book of agnosticism and some other faction convictions that fit a bizarre and strange generalization.
Demdike and Votel's label delivers this incredible, ancient-but-modern sound collage painstakingly constructed over a number of years out of Youtube samples - total mind-bender this one, somewhere between New Age meditation tape and the sound of your nightmares...
Totally stunning record from the elusive Tongues of Light, drawing cosmic, primordial vectors between glossolalia, sound poetry and improvised music via the nebulæ of Youtube for Demdike Stare & Andy Votel’s Pre-Cert Home Entertainment.
Arguably the label’s most striking, even transcendent release, Channelled Messages at the end of History started life as a gift for a friend following long conversations about the nature of improvisation, spontaneity and musical mediumship and subsequently dawned as a remarkable document of occult praxis in the digital age.
Tongues of Light acts as a sort of psychopomp or liminal interpreter for a wide range of belief systems, all rooted in the common conviction that they are channelling sounds from some “other” or “higher” entity or dimension, much in the same way that Sun Ra believed he was channelling celestial bodies thru his music or the Dogon people of subsaharan Africa believed they received alien codes describing humanity’s heritage.
The record unfurls as a seamlessly sequenced compilation of samples - all framed by plasmic drones and synth pads which connect and highlight the links between seemingly disparate elements. By the record’s end the effect is really quite uncanny; compounding disparate new age coordinates on a common plane, and thereby revealing their underlying, subconscious metaphysics.
It’s great to hear Pre-Cert Home Entertainment connecting the dots between generations of new age thought and practice, and we reckon this slab will standout as one of their defining releases for time to come.
artwork by Andy Votel.
Hear the full album, below:
Part 1: Tongues Of Light -Channelled Messages At The End Of History (Awakening) [Pre-Cert 2016]
Tongues Of Light -Channelled Messages At The End Of History (Healing) [Pre-Cert 2016]
by Dejan Stojkovski
An Unintended Space glides in the unsearchable ambient ether, its delicately engaged music like a predawn light which still can't seem to settle and transform into a total, emphatically brilliant thing. Rather, the music is implanted with the promising gleam that messengers a breaking morning.
Spots of tidy populate the music, littering the record like white bits of think about the eyelashes, bringing the music gradually up and out of its fantasy state. Encompassing music has a place here, however, and these peacefulness tones and gradually creating phrases would prefer not to move; they absolutely never need to get up, rather wanting to remain under warm, soothing spreads, completely zonked as the light gradually tilts in. Quiet sounds that never appear to have a beginning stage skim daintily into A Unintended Space – tenderly, delicately – and as they do, alternate notes gradually rearrange around, clearing a path for the new in order to not mess up the music. Because the music is moderate and dream-as, it doesn't imply that it's tired. Brighter, polished notes offer a puncturing gleam of daylight, and the more drawn out tracks just guide in making a sweet dream.
Daylight dapples the music, on account of the presentation of tolling, climbing notes, and as the record advances what once begun in the key of early day break transposes into nine or ten in the morning. The music has moved in time with, and tuned in to, the sun as it adventures over the sky. Sandy harmonies summon a sort of gauzy and brilliant Beach Boys vibe, and surfing adjacent to it is the soul of California with the stifling warmth of early afternoon and the sheer alleviation of a cool wave as it sprinkles against tanned skin. What's more, similar to a soul, it's there one moment and gone the following.
With a practically tyke like honesty, the tolling sounds energetically investigate their environment. Delicate and curious notes develop too adjusted tones that never quit learning – turning, swooning, swelling, blurring, subsuming, circling. A Unintended Space is delicate music, touching, protecting and watching over its condition, which for this situation is a surrounding overflowing. The alleviating sounds are a sort of sound-showering, washing without end the grime that is settled on the skin yet going significantly more profound than that in its purging of the heart; the heart is a sufficiently bright internal sanctuary, and its light opponents the evening sun.
artist : stijn hüwels & danny clay
album : an unintended space
date : 05.05.17
duration : 50.11 mn
by Dejan Stojkovski
'The Words She Said' writes its own empirical story through the use of traditional instruments and experimental recording techniques, offering a flood of emotional and sincere beauty.
The musical universe of the present day established keeps on blooming, as the new era of authors joins customary solo piano pieces with electronic medications, weaving in components of blended arpeggios, swaying cushions, and acoustic surfaces. He might not have been the, to begin with, but rather maybe Nils Frahm opened the entryway with his live exhibitions of solo piano and Roland's Juno-60, which has roused innumerable counterparts to investigate that excellent marriage, amongst natural and man-made. On The Words She Said, Limerick-based (Ireland) composer, Paddy Mulcahy, offers his profound feelings through a perfectly made excursion of the eight pieces, making a complex move between his piano and his synth. “Originally I wanted to uncover what I love so much about the sounds of piano and synthesizer,” says Mulcahy in regards to his collection, “there is something so beautiful about the raw tones of an analog oscillator… especially the one that that hasn't been tuned in a while!” Perhaps Mulcahy will pardon me for drawing the correlation between his music and that of Frahm's, yet there is simply something so inviting and natural in the delicate piano keys, the nearly mixed hammers, the floating pitch-twisted synth tone, slight echoes of the xylophone, and warm simple bass. Also, I can't get enough of this sound (while genuinely battling the inclination of taking a shot at a comparable way). The collection title itself is passing on a fairly wistful message, conceivably nostalgic, despairing and blue. Be that as it may, the notes on the pieces float in an inspiring vapor of congruity, conveyed forward by the strings and regulated signs of the synth. The collection is gotten by the extremely productive 1631 Recordings, which brags a list of the incredible present day established discharges to keep you occupied for quite a while.
1. Rifo's Dance 05:39
2. Brother Walks In 04:25
3. Arms 03:18
4. Fire & Storm Song 06:26
5. On A Hill In Swinford 03:52
6. On The Steps 05:13
7. Luke's Tree 05:18
8. Clicktracks On Mars 04:16
Released March 1, 2017
Artwork: Eoin O'Connor
by Dejan Stojkovski
"Avifaunal” is the most recent album from U.K. based pair Pausal, the sound and visual workmanship venture of Alex Smalley and Simon Bainton. It takes after past releases on names, for instance, Barge Recordings, Students of Decay, Own Records and Infraction. Exclusively, Alex has discharged various works under his alias name Olan Mill and Simon has released on Hibernate Records.
Their music has been portrayed as "surging, vaporous, and cloud-like", "a shining cloudiness of damp mood and shimmering field recordings", "a brilliant, yet spooky, the universe of moderate moving, reviving sound". Live shows are a totally immersive experience, using vast scale visuals made by the band. They have performed over the U.K. and in Europe supporting artists, for instance, Grouper, Mountains, Stars of the Lid, Chihei Hatakeyama and Greg Haines.
In 2015 the band was solicited by Martin Boulton from Touched Music to perform in Pembrokeshire, Wales and started creating new material for the show. It was additionally a chance to build up another hardware setup including a circled turntable, voice amplifiers, and synths. A neighborhood lobby was contracted for extemporization and practice sessions which gave an intriguing sonic space to investigate and potential outcomes to work at far louder volumes, both of which molded the inevitable live set and the track "Murmuration" as that is spoken to here. “Spiral”, “Scatter" and “Soar” were likewise edited and assembled from the recording sessions around this time.
Taken all in all, the subsequent collection is a different issue however could be said to have more in a similar manner as their heavier work to date, (for example,“Forms”, 2012) joined with an energy about surface (beforehand clear on "Sky Margin", 2013) than the encompassing material they are maybe better known for ("Lapses", 2010 and "Along The Mantic Spring", 2014). From the crackling ramble mist of "Murmuration I" and hazily hallucinogenic "Murmuration II" – through to the dire percussive metallics on “Scatter” and peaceful synth-scapes of “Soar”; there is a far reaching sound world here for the audience to understanding and similarly as the title of the record recommends, they are urged to enable personality to take off…
1. Murmuration I 11:13
2. Murmuration II 4:32
3. Murmuration III 8:41
4. Spiral 5:44
5. Scatter 5:43
6. Soar 10:18
Released - April 28, 2017
Artwork – Maria A. Schmidt
Design – Nick Smalley
Mastered By – Porya Hatami
Written by producer – Simon Bainton
Written by producer, artwork – Alex Smalley
Since the late '90s, Australian multi-instrumentalist Oren Ambarchi has made drone metal and free jazz, sculpted ambient soundscapes and teamed up with many (if not most) of experimental music's greatest names. Over his productive profession, Ambarchi has visited with Sunn O))), played with Boris and Merzbow, drummed with Keiji Haino—and that is only a pittance. From multiple points of view, Ambarchi is a quintessential artist's performer: a capable drummer and guitarist, gigantically regarded inside his own scene, whose fans concentrate his work like stoned math majors pouring over a Mandelbrot set. Regardless of whether propelled by krautrock, metal, or jazz, Ambarchi's work requests tolerance and consideration, yet alongside his solitary musicianship, Ambarchi's work goes after the extremes of human experience, the sad, the brilliant.
On his most recent album, the three-section, forty-minute Hubris, Ambarchi collaborates with a multitude of vanguard performers, among them Jim O'Rourke, Crys Cole, Keith Fullerton Whitman, Mark Fell, and Ricardo Villalobos. O'Rourke is an incessant teammate with Ambarchi (together the two made 2011's Indeed and a year ago's Behold) and his nearness is felt all through the record. Both artists are specialists at keeping into furrows, then softening out of them up peculiar, unfathomable ways. On "Hubris Pt. 1," Ambarchi sets out an arpeggiated guitar circle which fills in as a benchmark for his colleagues to play off and the track's 22-minute runtime gives an adequate canvas. As per Ambarchi, the creation was roused by New Wave and disco—especially Wang Chung's soundtrack to the 1985 thriller To Live and Die in L.A.— however its sound and structure owe much to the patient circles of negligible techno.
Similarly as with a few types of reflection, where specialists are instructed to concentrate on unpretentious contrasts in the body's impression of the world, Ambarchi and his accomplices bring swells that swell into waves. While it's difficult to parse who is dependable which sounds, O'Rourke's guitar-synth emerges, bringing out retro illustrations, John Carpenter soundtracks, and William Friedkin thrillers. Like the Field, Ambarchi's circles impart a feeling of ponder with their unflagging force, however while Axel Willner has a propensity toward huge crescendos, "Pt. 1" stays established. Pressure is uplifted, however there's just a little discharge, only a blurring sense that something wonderful is gone.
"Pt. 3," which incorporates commitments from Villalobos and DNA's Arto Lindsay, is an alternate kind of mammoth—as unhinged and electric as anything Ambarchi has recorded. Villalobos, a godhead in the negligible techno field, once examined a little part of Christian Vander's "Baba Yaga La Sorciere," transforming it into 17 minutes of cadenced delight. Additionally, Villalobos, alongside drummers Joe Talia and Will Guthrie, convey a circularity to "Pt. 3," with Lindsay's guitar adding a no wave edge to the funk-prog undercurrent.
Likewise, Villalobos, alongside drummers Joe Talia and Will Guthrie, convey a comparable circularity to "Pt. 3," with Lindsay's guitar adding a no wave edge to the funk-prog undercurrent. Dissimilar to "Pt. 1," which remains inside set limits, "Section 3" sheds formal limitations joyously. When for Ambarchi's guitars join Lindsay's, the track has turned into a maximalist tropical storm of unusual.
Taken from a separation, Hubris is formed something like a hourglass, with "Pt. 2" filling in as a connector between the two parts. Quiet guitar and examined voices fill in as a respect to Albert Marcoeur, a French craftsmanship rocker known for inspecting nursery rhymes, paints a peaceful picture. The track fills in as a palette chemical between the ethereal energy of "Pt. 1" and the tumult of "Pt. 3." It additionally returns a focus on Ambarchi's guitar, which is apparently what he is most renowned for. In some ways "Pt. 2" is a synecdoche for Ambarchi himself. Couple of specialists could amass a gathering of artists like that those found on Hubris by any means, however Ambarchi lets everybody do their part, then blur away from plain sight. It's the contrast amongst hubris and vision.
Listen the full album below :
01. Oren Ambarchi - Hubris, Pt. 1
02. Oren Ambarchi - Hubris, Pt. 2
02. Oren Ambarchi - Hubris, Pt. 3
Sixty-five minutes of highly melodic, superbly arranged, precisely mixed, texturally varied electronic music that sounds like it could have come from no other artist. Syro absorbs many different sounds, from loping breakbeat to drum’n’bass to techno proper to hints of disco, but it has a way of making other genres seem like they exist to serve this particular vision.
Syro it's another collection of new music recorded over the most recent couple of years, and it's said to be the first of additional to come. Dissimilar to MBV, it isn't so much that James left totally—in 2005, he discharged a progression of Analord 12" EPs as AFX, and there were a few serene EPs as the Tuss. Be that as it may, with numerous monikered electronic artists, marking is everything: it's not an Aphex Twin discharge unless it's displayed as an Aphex Twin release.
Syro feels really amazing. When the record beats energetically with "smaller than usual pops 67 [source field mix]", trademark Aphex atmospherics falling over jittering, fretful percussion, the audience is transported into an absolutely ethereal sonic space that could be built by no one other than James. All through its significant length (64 minutes), the collection investigates this space, controlling its shape and limits. As each track transforms, frequently indistinctly, into the following, it's hard to abstain from feeling a little disorientated. Endless subjects and themes continually move all through concentration, yet each solid is significant, put in precisely the correct corner of this exceptional, sparkling aural canvas. It can be dubious to keep up, to recall past entries after two or three the many sharp left turns that the record takes, yet it never truly feels like you miss anything. Every last snapshot of the record has enough profundity and detail to permit the audience to get totally – and enthusiastically – lost.
There's little here that is completely new region for Aphex Twin; the beats crackle and writhe like a great part of the percussion on Drukqs (albeit nothing here is very as forceful as the any of that collection's more rough tracks), and the a portion of the more encompassing sections could without much of a stretch fit into some of his prior discharges. In any case, unmistakably Syro has not been made in entire confinement, shielded from the cutting edge electro world. A few entries are extremely Burial-esque, others gesture to Jon Hopkins. Obviously, these are makers whose yield incorporates heaps of Aphex-y thoughts, played around with and refreshed for more present day groups of onlookers – it's fascinating to see him give back where its due.
Syro is a surprising album to examine in light of the fact that its general approach is not especially uncommon. More established enthusiasts of electronic music who took after alongside James' shape-moving in the 1990s may need to modify their desires somewhat. On the proof here, he has no enthusiasm for re-designing his sound. Syro has couple of extremes, no hyper-serious splatter-breaks or satanic "Come to Daddy" vocals or surges of commotion. On the flip side of the range, Syro doesn't cast James in a semi established light; there's no “serious composer” tracks like "4" or "Young lady/Boy Song" that ask to be masterminded string quartet. Also, there are no "Windowlicker"- like gestures to pop, no endeavors to pirate some really unusual music onto the graphs.
The album’s formal effortlessness keeps the attention on the courses of action, particularly in the principal half. The ten-and-a-half-minute "XMAS_EVET10 [thanaton3 mix]" floats forward like a cover stone up cleaned ice, permitting another component—a tricky melodic curve, a stammering shift in the beat, a surprisingly bassy moan—to enter flawlessly in each bar. It's confounded however never occupied, horde parts adhering into a coherent entirety. "4 bit 9d api+e+6 [126.26]" blends quieted corrosive squelches with twinkly console songs, with scarcely there voices articulating a couple layers underneath, while the opening "minipops 67 [120.2][source field mix]" has silent singing displayed straight—the one new wrinkle on the collection—and it's so bare it's incapacitating. The collection gets a couple clicks harsher in spots, as on "CIRCLONT6A [141.98][syrobonkus mix]", with its emphatic bass granulate and rubbery computer game commotions, yet it never goes too far toward that path. The care and virtuosity with which these tracks were collected is promptly self-evident, yet nothing feels troublesome; the record's simple stream in spite of everything is one of its essential ideals, and there's something new to reveal with each tune in.
As much as anything in Aphex Twin's back list, Syro is an unbelievably firm, immersive tune in. On the off chance that it doesn't exactly incorporate the same number of pivotal thoughts as some of his prior discharges, this (relative) absence of development is more than compensated for by the sheer nature of the music. In some ways, the more commonplace feel of this collection really upgrades the listening background – this genuinely is a record to get totally lost in, hesitant to develop for quite a long time. On rehashed tunes in, more layers get to be distinctly capable of being heard, more grabs of tune and magnificence getting through the thick, musical shade. The effect that this collection has may not be as progressive as that of Selected Ambient Works 85-92 or Windowlicker, yet it will positively communicate something specific over the universe of electronic music – Richard D. James is back, he's still totally untouchable.
In 1976, composer Philip Glass and chief Robert Wilson executed a clever end-circled the mindful traditional music foundation of their day. After a short workshop and visit in Europe, the inventive accomplices chose that Einstein on the Beach at four-hour-also, non-account musical drama—was prepared for its American presentation. So they leased the Metropolitan Opera house for two evenings.
It was more than a sold-out achievement. It was 10 years characterizing sensation in New York's aesthetic group. The concise run additionally set Glass and Wilson back almost $100,000. (Leasing the greatest opera house in the nation wasn't shabby.) In the prompt consequence of Einstein's American debut, Glass broadly backpedaled to driving his taxi. In any case, the apex of this current composer’s initial, bad-to-the-bone moderate time frame—which depended on sleepily long, hardcore minimalist period—would prompt to a noteworthy mark bargain after a short time.
CBS Masterworks reissued Glass' autonomous studio recording of a large portion of the music from Einstein in 1979. Glass had abbreviated a few scenes for the primary LP issue—on the rationale that without Wilson's stage scenes, trims were prudent. In any case, everything that made the recording still snaps. The synths have a growl that is suitable, given the musical show's Downtown New York parentage. The enormous group riffs engine along at exciting beats; the "trial" scenes unfurl no sweat. The talked vocals create dull surrealism. (Look at the ridiculous syllabic layering in "Knee Play 2.") And the instrumental execution of the Philip Glass Ensemble—which included wind instruments and a little theme—is secured bizarre.
Forty years on, this first recording of Einstein has never been bettered as a sound just ordeal experience of the opera. A blasting live execution from 1984 approaches; a '90s re-recording that reestablished the extracted music isn't anyplace as fiery or as enchanting. The main opponent approach to experience this cutting edge triumph includes doing as such with Wilson's stunning organizing included—something that is presently conceivable, because of a home-video adaptation of Einstein's latest restoration visit. Still, the inaugural Glass recording remains the perfect approach to put the tunes and rhythms into your ears.
In the wake of reissuing Einstein, CBS Masterworks marked Glass to a selective contract as an entertainer. Over the next decade, Glass conveyed nine albums to the label: a pull that included two other stage pieces from his first musical drama set of three, a notorious solo piano set, and a few long-shape works for the arranger's home band. Those changeable sessions shape the center of The Complete Sony Recordings. (That title mirrors the ensuing corporate securing of CBS Records; stray Glass recordings for Sony that postdate his CBS years are additionally included.)
This 24-CD box likewise offers a couple of select fancy odds and ends intended to allure authorities—some of which demonstrate impactful. Be that as it may, in a traditional commercial center stopped up with reissue sets, the key offering purpose of this one is its relevant thoroughness. Full lyrics, arrange activity synopses and different liner notes are given not simply to Einstein, but rather for each collection here. Above all, the crate's going with book gives key data on two of Glass' most critical sensational works: the Gandhi musical show Satyagraha and the antiquated Egyptian story Akhnaten—a piece that saw Glass composing for a traditional opera organization, interestingly.
Despite the fact that it didn't quickly surprise the opera world in 1980, Satyagraha is presently acclaimed as-as one of Glass' points of reference. The commission permitted Glass to leave his different odd employments behind and to concentrate on creating full-time. He reacted with an authoritative score that performed Gandhi's opportunity in South Africa, and that additionally mirrored the scholar's more extensive voyage from newspaperman to lobbyist to political thinker. The second demonstration's climactic “Protest” has a galvanic drive, on account of Glass' unusual however blending union of string symphony and synthesizer. In the third demonstration, Satyagraha looks ahead to the consequent legacy of peaceful direct activity, as reached out to Martin Luther King, Jr. Glass' score closes with a rising song that, with its synchronous recommendation of weakness and assurance, makes for a standout amongst the most soul-blending minutes in contemporary opera.
In a theoretical dramatic touch, the whole lyrics for Satyagraha is adjusted from the Bhagavad-Gita—the Sanskrit content of which makes a profound backup for the musical show's stage activity. To take after the story on a recording, English-talking gatherings of people need a track-by-track interpretation of the Sanskrit, and rundowns of every scene's dramatic particulars. Akhnaten works also, through numerous antiquated dialects. What's more, Einstein's snow squall of English parts is additionally better contemplated with a printed verse sheet. Earlier spending plan CD reissues of all the early Glass musical shows have disregarded this. Therefore, the little hardcover book included with The Complete Sony Recordings feels just as it's extremely valuable.
An affectionately created reissue set of the opera set of three alone could have brought a high cost. (All things considered, those recordings involve ten of the CDs here.) But this container shrewdly extends its domain to incorporate everything in the mark's vaults—including shorter, oft-overlooked showy works like The Photographer. Therefore, this set permits audience members to re-experience the time of Glass' ascent to a place of popular culture noticeable quality.
While Glass was regularly delicate to the possibility that he was double-crossing his established preparing by turn into a "hybrid" craftsman, the Sony recordings do reveal insight into his interest with the way extraordinary groups of onlookers may retain contemporary structure. His first collection under the select contract with CBS, 1982's Glassworks, was a deliberately downsized take a gander at his tasteful. Rather than displaying various hours of his steadily transforming subjects, the suite of six minimal pieces plays in just shy of 40 minutes. The standard blend is maybe the most understood and pervasive of every one of his recordings. Be that as it may, since 1982 was likewise the time of the Walkman, Glass and his sound architect made a rendition of Glassworks "uniquely blended for your own tape player."
The incorporation of the "tape blend" in this crate denote its first advanced discharge. Overflowing with low-end pound and a punchy, less-isolated stereo sound, this reward blend of Glassworks overwhelms the more refined, natural adaptation. Here, the collection's first passionate swing—from the contemplative "Opening" to the automated walk of "Floe"— registers much more fabulously. Superior to some other CD in the Sony box, it comes nearest to speaking to the intense live solid of the Philip Glass Ensemble, when intensified in an extensive setting. (This blend of Glassworks additionally prefigures the system of contemporary traditional engravings like New Amsterdam, which work to deliver recordings in ways that will engage a wide range of audience members.)
Not each investigation from this period paid off. Songs from the Trilogy was a valuable assemblage, back when recordings of Glass' initial operas spoke to a more generous physical-media venture. Presently it's an anomaly. Also, Songs from Liquid Days is a bizarre discharge failure. Its symphonious movements and outfit rhythms appear to be reliably estranged from the pop-melody verses (composed, differently, by David Byrne, Laurie Anderson, Paul Simon and Suzanne Vega). What's more, the vocal exhibitions—by the Roches, Linda Ronstadt and the lead from the cast of Satyagraha—frequently stable similarly unverifiable of the fitting surface to seek after. Still, it's a captivating take a gander at an author with a long corporate chain, and a readiness to play around.
More effective are albums for Glass’ ensemble, initially appointed as scores for dance exhibitions. These incorporate the miniatures found on DancePieces and the lavish, side-length proclamations on Dance Nos. 1-5. Furthermore, the arranger's famous notoriety hit another level with the arrival of Solo Piano—still a standout amongst the most intensely cherished passages in his endless list. This record gave fans a private experience with Glass' performance instrumental style, and furthermore offered debuts of significant pieces like "Transformation" and "Wichita Sutra Vortex." The previous is a piece that has been appreciated and performed by Blood Orange. The last is a work that numerous first class established virtuosos neglect to pull off with extravagance of the all the more actually constrained Glass.
In 1993, Glass hopped from CBS/Sony to Nonesuch—a mark that he'd been sneaking film soundtracks to, as an afterthought, for quite a while. A little while later, Glass would build up his own particular engraving, Orange Mountain Music (which remains the place to locate his modern orchestral arrangements, musical shows and symphonic explanations). In any case, Sony has additionally remained in the Glass business, all over. It recorded Itaipu/The Canyon—one of Glass' initial attacks into instrumental written work for its own particular purpose—in 1993. (Glass would rapidly surpass this exertion with a few later ensembles.) Thanks to the name's relationship with Yo-Yo Ma, this container gets the chance to case Glass' fine soundtrack to Naqoyqatsi (on which the cellist performs).
Sony likewise has the rights to Passages, Glass' 1990 gathering with Ravi Shankar, his onetime coach. On that collection, every author organized subjects by the other. Not everything there falls off flawlessly, but rather it's an impact to hear Shankar's adjustment of Glassian song. The crate additionally accumulates darken sets like Organ Works—a fascinating arrangement of Glass courses of action, performed by Donald Joyce. There's additionally a rarities accumulation titled Recent Recordings. It's a fun tune in, regardless of the possibility that it contains a few recordings that aren't too later. (A short Glass Ensemble execution at the 1984 Olympics burn lighting function? Without a doubt, we should have it!)
Beside the dark "tape blend" of Glassworks, be that as it may, the elite material promoted on the bundling doesn't have much to do with the genuine estimation of this container. The genuine fascination is the half of the set that sits in the magnificent to-notable zone of Glass' list. A great deal of that material has been generally accessible for quite a long time—however regularly without vital relevant material that can help further drenching. This respectful, shrewdly delivered set fixes that issue. In doing as such, The Complete Sony Recordings speaks to a commendable fulfillment of the organization's unique interest in a youthful composer.
The sense of control Margaret Chardiet wields over her nasty, fire-breathing music provides a sense of structure that makes this very out-there music easy to grasp for those outside of noise music circles. Her work is marked by a push-and-push-harder tension between pummeling rhythms, swaths of power-electronics static, and her impressive, chilling howl.
Around this time last year, Margaret Chardiet almost died. Days before the noise artist was supposed to go on her first European tour, doctors discovered a cyst so large it almost brought on organ failure. The subsequent surgery and healing process was long and intense. During the weeks of bed rest, a dying man lay next to her in the hospital, crying out for his daughter to join his side. For whatever reason, she never showed up.
In the rearview, Chardiet’s situation sounds like hell, and so does her latest album as Pharmakon, Bestial Burden. In a recent interview with Pitchfork, she described the theme of her second LP for Brooklyn-based label Sacred Bones as “[a] desire to show the body as a lump of flesh and cells that mutate and fail you and betray you—this very banal, unimportant, grotesque aspect of ourselves.” It’s a grim focus on the corporeal, a lens that Chardiet has projected her nightmarish music through before; on last year’s Abandon, the roaring final track was gruesomely titled “Crawling on Bruised Knees”, the cover art a shot of Chardiet’s lower torso covered in maggots. On the cover of Bestial Burden, she literally turns the inside outwards, with grisly-looking butcher’s-shop organs placed accordingly on her upper torso and chicken talons glued to her fingers.
Musically, Bestial Burden is a considerable step forwards for Chardiet, a feat that’s more impressive when considering that the genre she works in doesn’t necessarily call for artistic growth. Before releasing Abandon, Chardiet established her presence with a run of small-press releases similar to many noise musicians past and present, so that record wasn’t so much her debut as it was an introduction to a somewhat wider audience. If the depth-charge blasts of Abandon showcased an exciting emerging voice in experimental music, Bestial Burden elevates Chardiet to an even more accomplished plane. The sense of control that she wields over this nasty, fire-breathing music—a push-and-push-harder tension between pummeling rhythms, swaths of power-electronics static, and her impressive, chilling howl—provides a sense of structure that makes this very out-there music easy to grasp for those outside of noise music circles.
Still, chaos reigns on Bestial Burden, an album that sounds like anything but a safe space to inhabit. Chardiet’s steadier focus on rhythm provides a sound structure nonetheless annihilated by jet-engine roars, bursts of mechanical heat, and ear-bleeding screeches. Paradoxically, the harshest and most alienating moments on Bestial Burden arrive when the record is at its quietest: album opener “Vacuum” practically serves as a portal into the record’s landscape, as Chardiet’s vocal hyperventilation is backed by a undulating fuzzy drone that rubs against the ears like a drill to the teeth. “Primitive Struggle” lays wet, heaving coughs over a heartbeat-like rhythm that eventually grows to an insistent thud, bleeding beautifully into the death-march stomp of “Autoimmune”. By turning the human body’s failures into rhythmic tools at her disposal, Chardiet has created the truest form of body horror.
Fittingly, her voice is the album's most expressive instrument, at times recalling black metal’s pitchless burn. While her vocal approach on Abandon came across as sprawling and freeform in its presentation, Chardiet takes the shape of a menacing furnace on Bestial Burden, giving off blasts of heat and steam that are deeply felt even as they recede into the darkness. In the aforementioned interview, Chardiet groused about the reception her difficult music receives: “When I put that out to someone and the only thing they can say is, ‘Oh look, it’s a girl screaming,’ I want to fucking kill them because I’m literally pouring my heart and soul out, being so vulnerable.” On Bestial Burden, her voice casts jagged, threatening shadows, but on a record that concerns itself with bodily disintegration, Chardiet’s forcefulness is a necessary human constant.
Her most surprising performance arrives on the album’s closing title track, seven minutes of pulsing tones that culminates in tangled noise and mutated vocal strangulation. Before “Bestial Burden”’s satisfyingly destructive conclusion, though, Chardiet expresses herself in a way that stands apart from the rest of the six-track record; her voice sways and swerves with disorienting clarity, sounding almost psychedelic with every half-spoken dispatch. Chardiet has played it straight previously when it comes to her vocals--her cover of “Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)”, featured on Sacred Bones’ 2013 compilation Todo Muere Vol 4, was surprisingly faithful to the original—but the wavy, near-meditative form of “Bestial Burden” is, at least for those who just arrived to the Pharmakon party a year ago, unexplored territory. As a whole, Bestial Burden highlights Chardiet’s ability to re-draw the boundaries of her own artistic approach, ripping out its guts and creating something new out of the decaying remains.
by Andy O'Connor
It’s strange to think that the collaboration between Maryland grindcore band Full of Hell and Japanese noise legend Merzbow had its roots in a t-shirt. In the design, Full of Hell appropriated the album art of Merzbow’s 1996 album Pulse Demon, a pulsing visual that works as a testament to the hypnotic waves of that collection. Depending on your opinion of Full of Hell, you’d either call it a tribute or a ripoff. Either way, rarely do shirts lead to actual collaboration, something that came about here when the band met Balázs Pándi—who’s served as Merzbow’s drummer as of late—while on tour in Europe.
Combining noise and metal is a worthwhile pursuit, with groups like Portland’s Knelt Rote and Toronto’s Column of Heaven synthesizing noise’s freer destruction with metal’s more structured attack. In fact, both genres seems to be reversing roles—many of the more critically acclaimed noise records, like Wolf Eyes’ 2004 breakout Burned Mind and Pharmakon’s Bestial Burden, are praised for incorporating structure, while the more extreme ends of black and death metal are rapidly becoming looser and more feral. (Impetuous Ritual’s Unholy Congregation Of Hypocritical Ambivalence, from earlier in the year, is a prime example.) Merzbow is no stranger to metal, having released several albums with Boris, contributed to two songs on Sunn O)))’s Flight of the Behemoth, and has cited death metal as influence on 1994’s Venereology, released through the since-shuttered Relapse sub-label Release Entertainment. This collaboration, however, is frustrating because it falls short of its goals, in part due to Merzbow’s too-reduced role and that Full of Hell don’t make up for the missing space.
"Burst Synapse" begins with a quick rush of powerviolence, an even quicker patch of Merzbow’s static, then continues to be dominated by Full of Hell’s rote playing. "Gordian Knot" and "Humming Miter" offend more in this matter, where Merzbow feels squandered. He doesn’t get to show any of his strengths. Full of Hell are one of those bands that can get people moshing in clubs, but can’t capture that intensity in the studio, and it’s more than obvious here. Merzbow isn’t quite able to bolster their riffs, unlike in Rock Dream, where he helps make Boris’ riffs grand and ecstatic. For his reputation as the antithesis of music, Merzbow has a strong command of rhythm, and if Full of Hell are gonna use Demon's art to gas up their van, they should have embraced that record’s dynamics, not simply its textures.
Some potential arises toward the album’s conclusion, where Merzbow begins to sync with Full of Hell. The blastbeats of "Mute" feel more unhinged thanks to his noise, for once, overcoming the guitar. "High Fells" sees Full of Hell dooming out, and in the process, giving Merzbow more room to cast a wide shadow. There’s even saxophone on here, and in closer "Fawn Heads and Unjoy", which is not only a nod to Merzbow’s love of free jazz, but also lends unpredictability. Full of Hell restrain themselves even more on "Ludjet Av Gud", dominated by booming floor toms and drifting noise undercurrents. (Some editions of the album come with Sister Fawn, a bonus disc of outtakes. They’re long jams of noise and drums, and even if they don’t form a cohesive whole, they’re a much more satisfying listen than the actual record.)
In the end here, Merzbow feels more like a over-hyped, under-trotted guest. It doesn’t even have the muster to serve as a compelling entryway for hardcore kids to get into noise. (As great as Demon and Venereology are, they may be a bit overwhelming for novices; Merzbow’s collaborations with Boris would be smoother introductions.) In an interview with the Quietus last year, Merzbow mentioned a forthcoming, more grindcore-oriented record called Merzgrind. Maybe there, we’ll find the emancipating fury that's lacking in this Full of Hell collaboration.
Dark, Morbid, and Above All
William Maybelline, the artist behind Qual, is very acquainted with dimness. As one portion of darkwave sovereignty Lebanon Hanover, Maybelline's prosperity with the couple has been central: their tune "Gallowdance" from the 2013 album Tomb for Two has picked up about two million perspectives on Youtube. Sable, Qual's 2015 LP, is an accumulation of tracks that addresses the goth, modern, and even techno scenes. Disastrously dim topics, lavish synthesizer soundscapes and sterile drum machine thumps turned into the pith of Sable, a meeting of types that unusually supplement each other. With certainly danceable tunes like "The Geometry of Wounds" and the club top choice, "Tear Doth Thy Scarlet Claws", Qual got the consideration of dismal goths worldwide and furthermore any semblance of techno craftsman Ancient Methods, who frequently grabs the chance to minister such surprising tracks in his mechanical imbued hard techno DJ sets.
It's obvious that since Sable, Qual has not discovered trust but rather has sunk into much more prominent sadness on the new twelve-inch EP, Cupio Dissolvi. The term itself is a Latin figure of speech that actually makes an interpretation of to I wish to be broken down, which, in a Christian setting, gets from the yearning to end life on Earth keeping in mind the end goal to be with God. Notwithstanding, the expression additionally connotes an unreasonable craving for self-demolition—the debauched and extreme feeling of masochism. What's more, for Qual, there has dependably been a foul and masochistic demeanor inside his music, one that is additionally emotional and peculiarly extravagant.
The melody "Cupio Dissolvi" presents the most up to date emphasis of Qual. It is similarly as showy—if not more so—than Sable, but rather accompanies a heavier accentuation on danceability and reiteration. Maybelline's vocals and choir synths add a gothic extravagance to it, marginally dulling the seriousness and instantaneousness of the requesting bass line. The second track, "Wicked Blob", is Qual's verbose admission of self renunciation: "I have a vocation burrowing graves/I burrow my own". The exactness of hardware and the blasting kick summon a sterile void—there is minimal left yet a feeling of fear and confinement.
Each track on the discharge moves assist far from his darkwave synth establishment, impacted more by cruel techno beats and tenacious bass examples. The superbness of the discharge is that nothing feels constrained—it is flawlessly executed with nuances and elegance inside the creation. Such certainty is considered the B-side of the record with the 8-minute long "Assault Me in the Parthenon". It is unrecognizably Qual except for Maybelline's rankling vocals covered in outrage and desire—it is his own skewed understanding of an adoration melody. It's obvious that the music—every melody a stoic passing walk in itself—keeps up the gloomth and despairing of goth belief systems while transitioning towards the grittier range of electronic music. Qual is an icicle knife appropriate to the heart, his words an epitaph to the wantonness of death.
Because of that, I endeavored to uncover privileged insights from the baffling and agonizing William Maybelline about Qual's new bearing, Cupio Dissolvi, and his undying interest with darkness.
The bewildering, yet cutting hints of Japanese psychedelic/prog-rock band Sundays and Cybele, are in full constrain for their new full-length album Chaos and Systems due out on February 24th. This is the first album they will releasing through the Brooklyn-based label, Beyond Beyond is Beyond. Their past material was released under Japanese label Gurguru Brai. Members from the band include: Kazuo Tsubouchi, Yoshinao Uchida, Shota Mizuno, and Shotaro Aoki, all initially from Japan.
Not out of void, but rather out of Tokyo, Sundays and Cybele have made “Chaos and Systems,” the hugely overpowering new album that could well fill in as the band's statement of purpose.
After (boisterously) announcing their aims on 2015's ear-popping “Heaven,” the underlying impression of “Chaos and Systems” persuades that the frameworks have territory over the chaos. The basic title track starts the album as a bit of post-motorik flawlessness, so unpretentious and symmetrical as to sound injury by ace clockmakers. In any case, Sundays and Cybele, similar to all great lysergic psychedelicists, exist to a great extent outside of the limits of time, and it doesn't take much sooner than the tumult rises, an opened up cure to what the frameworks set out form.
In the hands of Sundays and Cybele, the mayhem is no danger, yet rather a fundamental partner to the band's monstrous sonic structures. One without the other could be dull and unsuitable; all through "Chaos and Systems," Sundays and Cybele reject being characterized by either.
When the vocal cover breaks and the band flies over the top into the about ten-minute time-twist of "Butterfly's Dream," plainly the band's creation is moving and breathing all alone terms. Undermining? Just in the way that the melody toys with being assembled totally on a solitary string-bowing impact, a clarion call from a crypto-"Caravanserai"- esque animal – yet one that contains apparently unlimited measurements of decibels and profundity. Illuminating? Just in the way that Sundays and Cybele can be.
“Tell Me the Name of that Flower” presents itself as to a greater extent a grand demand than an overbearing interest, additional proof of an album in full blossom, here with a practically psychotic Donovan bid to the transaction of bedlam (the never-as well far away electric guitar mantras) and frameworks (flawlessly perfumed peaceful psych from Japan, anybody?). "Brujo" is the cheery interest bouche of the collection, captivating in its reverberating request, while filling in as a commendable prelude to the collection's end contention, "Heaven Come," thirteen-minutes in addition to of idyllically masterminded corrosive shake that undermines to flabbergast audience members, headbands doused in sweat, mumbling, “Milton never sounded quite like this.”
“Chaos and Systems” offers not a decision, but rather a presentation: you can't have one without the other. Enriched with both, the infinite animal made by Sundays and Cybele has become animated.
The daring composer Max Richter has created eight-hour piece intended to serve as a tranquilizer. For these 31 uninterrupted pieces, Richter acknowledges the unprecedented test of supporting sleep as well as translating the act into art. If you listen while you’re awake, many of these pieces conjure dreamy states, where ideas seem fluid and flexible and the world around you seems somehow softer.
Sleep, is “an eight-hour lullaby” digital album and a 60-minute adaptation” via Deutsche Grammophon.
“It’s really an experiment to try and understand how we experience music in different states of consciousness.” - explained Richter.
Sleep is therapeutic project. On one hand, the reason for existing is basic: Richter expects for the audience to press "play" on the full-length digital version, fall asleep to rest somewhere close to the patient piano harmonies of "Dream 1" and the vocal-and-organ ululations of "Way 3," and re-rise following eight hours of music to a tender crescendo of extending strings, silent harmonies, and long-tone bass close to the end of "Dream 0". By counseling with celebrated around the world neuroscientist and past partner David Eagleman, Richter has made a slow-motion, electronics-and-chamber-ensemble hybrid to fortify and reflect natural sleep cycles. "An invitation to dream," Richter has called it.
Neuroscientist David Eagleman filled in as a counsel on the project, helping Richter see how the human mind functions when it’s at rest.
Composer put it: “For me, Sleep is an attempt to see how that space when your conscious mind is on holiday can be a place for music to live… This isn’t something new in music; it goes back to Cage, Terry Riley, and LaMonte Young, and it’s coming around again partly as a reaction to our speeded-up lives. We are all in need of a pause button.”
Check out an official Sleep trailer below:
On the other hand, the third-of-a-day span between the beginning and the end isn’t some inert, sustained tone, simply meant to maintain a snooze. Rather, it's an always moving arrangement of carefully performed pieces that both attest and grow Richter's scope as an author. He networks together string quartets and electronic automatons, tense two part harmonies for piano and violin, and drowsy console reflections. Richter brings a large portion of his interests as a writer to hold up under here, as well. He mixes an Arvo Pärt-like feeling of movement with profound, low notes and gleaming automatons that mirror his past in electronica and reverence of Brian Eno. His adoration for noble ideas, already reflected by any semblance of his fundamental The Blue Notebooks, meets his choice, human touch as a piano player.
Sleep is simply excessively educational as a name. It's an order that reveals to us how to appreciate something that obviously has different employments. That handle, joined with Richter's pride, has transformed the record into a sort of clickbait story which appears to be completely contradictory to Richter's point. ("That 8-Hour Sleep Album—Explained," offers the Time feature.) Pause and Rest come nearer to Richter's definitive objective of essentially taking some time out from the hurricane around you. Getting it done, Sleep feels like compositionally thorough new age music. It's a place in which you can settle for some time, with or without a pad, and rise just when you are prepared to rejoin the anxious world.
David Moore’s electroacoustic minimalism conveys its most grounded emotional pull. It's his earthiest and most unmistakable record yet. Third genuine Bing & Ruth album, and first for 4AD.
Bing & Ruth is the ever-evolving project of David Moore, a Kansas resident heavily involved in jazz and contemporary music academia a fine-tuned ear for minimalism. Moore is the one constant member – his records have installed gatherings going from eleven to seven pieces, with his third collection No Home in the Mind, his first for 4AD, being the most streamlined of them all, including a firmly twisted five-piece assemble.
Moore is a staggeringly capable musician, and the streamlined backing band of chattering tape delay, windy woodwinds and rigid percussion lift the sytheses to a practically ethereal level. The entire is best experienced free-streaming all in all, so it is uncalled for to single out a specific tracks, yet the minutes that emerge are those that are wonderfully daze like – 'Shape Takes' sounds like a scene actually framing in slow-motion, while the elegiac 'The How of it Sped' is Moore getting it done – totally hypnotic and captivating.
On City Lake and 2014's Tomorrow Was the Golden Age, Moore's music evoked the best of what had preceded him—Philip Glass' redundancy, the passionate shading of Max Richter, Eluvium's solace with shake elements—however he's relentlessly developed into a sound that feels all his own. No Home of the Mind, his third appropriate collection and first for 4AD, is his most unmistakable record yet. His working gathering is still here, yet the courses of action on No Home element Moore's piano a great deal more conspicuously, and it's a more engaged record. In the event that City Lake and Tomorrow once in a while discovered him moving between set up styles, showing far reaching authority since he can, the new collection remains concentrated on wringing however much feeling as could be expected out of smaller landscape. Also, No Home of the Mind is the earthiest Bing and Ruth record yet. You can notice the sweat that went into it.
One of Moore’s composition signatures is to transform the piano into a drone instrument. Utilizing quick bunches of rehashing notes, Moore makes piano assumes that hang in space like billows of gradually moving sound, similar to entries of La Monte Young's The Well-Tuned Piano or the work of Young acolytes like Michael Harrison. Where the last two craftsmen are referred to for utilizing the piano as an instrument for suggestions by means of particular tuning, Moore makes piano-based automatons that fill in as the reason for his outfit pieces. The other instruments' parts exist in relationship to what he's doing at the console, offering differentiating surfaces and driving through changing movements in state of mind and tone. It's nearly as though all the different parts meet up into a solitary instrument, one that is "played" by and large by the Bing and Ruth troupe.
“Starwood Choker” starts the album sounding like a continuation of the last Bing and Ruth record's befuddling embroidered works of art of sound. Be that as it may, the record truly starts to uncover itself on “As Much as Possible,” which discovers Moore in the domain of “solo piano with ambient treatments” à la Brian Eno and Harold Budd's The Pearl. Moore's harmony voicings recommend both gospel music and the extra "furniture music" of Satie. As he moves between modes, amazingly inconspicuous bits of strain are presented, fabricated, and afterward discharged, while yawning gaps of automaton from the group float in and out underneath. “As Much as Possible” is Moore's most delicate and influencing piece yet, a filmic work that inspires frequenting pictures all alone.
Throughout the rest of No Home, the piano moves between heavy drone ("Form Takes"), painfully extra and reflective ditties ("To All It"), and pieces that investigate how much can be done with simple repetition (“The How of It Sped”). The tracks stream one into the following, which emphasizes the associations amongst them and makes No Home feel like a solitary monstrous piece, painstakingly mapping every last bit of its characterized landscape. Moore is so talented at coaxing out feeling, it appears to be inescapable that there will be many film and TV scores in his future, in the event that he goes that course. On the off chance that that happens, No Home of the Mind will be recognized as his leap forward, where every one of the pieces from prior records fit properly.