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Coil, "The Restitution of Decayed Intelligence"
Beta-Lactam Ring
If anyone could make something as dry and academic as Musique Concrêteinto intense, ferociously sexy ear candy, it would have to be PeterCristopherson and John Balance. This release is the duo's contributionto Beta-Lactam Ring Records' terrific Lactamase series: a subscriptionseries of twelve 10" vinyl records by some of today's best andbrightest underground, avant-garde and esoteric musical projects. Theseries has included some amazing releases from Edward Ka-Spel, Volcanothe Bear and Tony Conrad, but the most highly anticipated release iscertainly Coil's masterful grand finale to the series. Coil's two-sided10" occupies a unique place in their discography. It is a trulyawe-inspiring tangent into the rarefied realm of musique concrêteabstractionists such as Iannis Xenakis, Tod Dockstader and Luc Ferrari.There has always been an element of these musical progenitors in Coil'smusick, but their penchant for structured, vocal-driven "songs" haveprevented them from ever fully engaging their abstruse tendencies. Bothsides of the 10" use the same basic sounds and techniques, but thesculpturing takes different forms on either side. Side A, or "TheRestitution of Decayed Intelligence I," introduces the sound palette: achorus of digital buzzes, stutters and skips that occupy the soundfieldat different pitches and volumes. This music is very dimensional,seeming to fly into one's ears at a myriad of different angles. Soon,the high-end stutters are joined by a series of quasi-rhythmic metallicthrobs, like the alternating whirr of a flying saucer engine. Theseelements are then edited, overdubbed and sculpted into dramaticconvergences of sound that alternately pierce, arouse and frighten. Somany faintly recognizable sounds can be heard in this midst of theseabstractions, but the listener cannot discern which are placed thereintentionally and which are an accident of subjectivity. A chorus ofbone saws, a squeaking hinge, high-pitched shrieking, a mutated voice,swooping metallic shards, granular static: all of these sounds sneakout of the noise over the course of the piece. Side B, or "TheRestitution of Decayed Intelligence II," uses the same set of auralphenomena, but this time snatches of recognizable melody become obviousas the piece unfolds. Jhon Balance's warped vocal hiccups from tracktwo of The Remote Viewer are re-used, albeit in a completelyinscrutable form, sounding like a swarm of bees frantically trying tocommunicate with the human race. Halfway through, there is a shockingincrease in volume and intensity as the piece gains momentum. It ishere that we see Coil's personality come through; this piece, howeverchaotic, has the same epic sweep as their Love's Secret Domain-era acidhouse excercises, and all of the dark, hedonistic atmosphere. This 10"manages to be both a brilliantly mature dip into abstract electronicmusic, and twisted, uber-Pagan ritual musick. After more than 20 years,Coil is still perfectly balancing this strange dichotomy and creatingsomething wholly unexpected and wonderful with each new release. -
If anyone could make something as dry and academic as Musique Concrêteinto intense, ferociously sexy ear candy, it would have to be PeterCristopherson and John Balance. This release is the duo's contributionto Beta-Lactam Ring Records' terrific Lactamase series: a subscriptionseries of twelve 10" vinyl records by some of today's best andbrightest underground, avant-garde and esoteric musical projects. Theseries has included some amazing releases from Edward Ka-Spel, Volcanothe Bear and Tony Conrad, but the most highly anticipated release iscertainly Coil's masterful grand finale to the series. Coil's two-sided10" occupies a unique place in their discography. It is a trulyawe-inspiring tangent into the rarefied realm of musique concrêteabstractionists such as Iannis Xenakis, Tod Dockstader and Luc Ferrari.There has always been an element of these musical progenitors in Coil'smusick, but their penchant for structured, vocal-driven "songs" haveprevented them from ever fully engaging their abstruse tendencies. Bothsides of the 10" use the same basic sounds and techniques, but thesculpturing takes different forms on either side. Side A, or "TheRestitution of Decayed Intelligence I," introduces the sound palette: achorus of digital buzzes, stutters and skips that occupy the soundfieldat different pitches and volumes. This music is very dimensional,seeming to fly into one's ears at a myriad of different angles. Soon,the high-end stutters are joined by a series of quasi-rhythmic metallicthrobs, like the alternating whirr of a flying saucer engine. Theseelements are then edited, overdubbed and sculpted into dramaticconvergences of sound that alternately pierce, arouse and frighten. Somany faintly recognizable sounds can be heard in this midst of theseabstractions, but the listener cannot discern which are placed thereintentionally and which are an accident of subjectivity. A chorus ofbone saws, a squeaking hinge, high-pitched shrieking, a mutated voice,swooping metallic shards, granular static: all of these sounds sneakout of the noise over the course of the piece. Side B, or "TheRestitution of Decayed Intelligence II," uses the same set of auralphenomena, but this time snatches of recognizable melody become obviousas the piece unfolds. Jhon Balance's warped vocal hiccups from tracktwo of The Remote Viewer are re-used, albeit in a completelyinscrutable form, sounding like a swarm of bees frantically trying tocommunicate with the human race. Halfway through, there is a shockingincrease in volume and intensity as the piece gains momentum. It ishere that we see Coil's personality come through; this piece, howeverchaotic, has the same epic sweep as their Love's Secret Domain-era acidhouse excercises, and all of the dark, hedonistic atmosphere. This 10"manages to be both a brilliantly mature dip into abstract electronicmusic, and twisted, uber-Pagan ritual musick. After more than 20 years,Coil is still perfectly balancing this strange dichotomy and creatingsomething wholly unexpected and wonderful with each new release. -
