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Hototogisu + Burning Star Core, "Volume One"
This disc, the first of two collaborative volumes, is the live studio seed of Hototogisu and Burning Star Core, and stands as tall as the best of their own work. Creating something beyond their usual repertoires, this five-tracker collaboration sees both acts oozing into one five-brained monster. These are not the usual furious black-outs or dolorous droning jeremiads of much underground collaboration.
The lack of any over exertion of musical influence from either act seems to illustrate how extremely solicitous this duo and trio were of each other’s input. This trapped energy of this live studio recording (god save us from postal collaborations between bored pale laptoppers) audibly bounces between the players. Their lack of musical eggshell treading means that the record is neither a jagged glass soundclash nor a collection of disparate elements that refuses to gel. The glue of Volume One is the multi-tasking sounds of C. Spencer Yeh (Burning Star Core’s mainman) and Hair Police’s Trevor Tremaine, here playing as part of an expanded BxC with fellow policeman Robert Beatty. Tremaine’s percussion provides a bed for the players to leap from, a pacemaker (in both senses of the word) and a structure setting unspoken and unseen borders.
"One" is a good example of both act’s self-control, the drone roar relying more on the trickery and force of muscle and smoke than an overload of the senses. The stamp of the percussion seems to be gating the stretch of the snarling feedback, Hototogisu’s Matthew Bower and Marcia Bassett turning drone and vocal inwards instead of spilling rage across the track. The electronic splatter of "Three" has riverbed singing that’s pinpricked into bloody bawls amidst sand dune drones. Sounding like the fruit of neither act, it again appears to be Tremaine’s central and audibly obvious presence that’s driving this performance. His lone-man-in-a-factory clank and kick seems to thicken up the drones, turning them into a thick matt-paint drool.
From the evidence of this 18-minute five-track disc, this team-up is one that should be forced to get together weekly as an article of law; it totally works. The unstoppable elemental force of Bower and Bassett never sound like they’re gnawing at the structures to get loose and splurge ritual across everything. Saying this is a mellowing and focusing of both bands modus operandi is no insult. The beautiful interplay of "four" feels closest to the sound of Burning Star Core, the little melodic patterns evocative of the work of C. Spencer Yeh. Pulling half-formed blueprints from his violin and electronics his input is more noticeable on repeated visits.
Having been lucky enough to see Hair Police live, I think it’s safe to suggest that the slowly expanding bass line on "Two" is from one of Beatty’s handheld boxes. The drums are at their loosest here, almost sinking into the morass, despite syncing up with low end. This constructed aspect doesn’t just leave the others applying simple drones though; they wriggle and surge under tethers. Their part of the sound never slips into being innocuous; it still packs a hefty sting.
This quintet avoiding the current trend for falling into recurring explosions of collective noise, preferring to explore the territory rather than razing everything to the ground. This volume seems more like a Vulcan mindmeld than a jam session, and maybe the fruits of their union should’ve been tagged with a new amalgamated moniker. Volume Two has a lot to live up to.
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