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This music certainly has enough merit to exist separatefrom the live performances the Silk Saw duo of Marc Medea and GabrielSeverin gave during each performance of the play in late 2003 and early2004. The set consists of 11 mostly shorter, chaotic pieces bookendedby two lengthy tracks that are structured around a persistent kick drumpulse. The duo uses layers of various crackling, gurgling andsputtering electronics to achieve a dark, claustrophobic environmentthroughout. As their previous full lengths for Ant-Zen, Preparing Wars and 4th Dividers sounded markedly different from one another, Empty Roomsagain sees them exploring a different approach. Their usual rhythmstake a back seat to noise and atmospheric textures on most of thesetracks, and are instead fragmented or act as pulses. They have clearlybenefitted from the collaborative nature of the project, as it seems tohave forced them to think in a different way. The use of voices fromthe actual play during several tracks adds a human element to whatwould have otherwise sounded like alien material. The two long tracksthat open and close the set—"Konservatorium" and "Einaktiges Stuck"—arethe most rewarding listens. They allow Silk Saw to use one of theirmain strengths, developing layers gradually over 10 or 15 minutes each.Though the ideas explored on some of the shorter tracks are interestingsonically, many of them simply cut off abruptly just as they arebecoming exciting. The synthesizer sirens that cut through the chaoticnoise piling up during "Chor" are prematurely silenced, and thewheezing bursts of analog detritus that make up "Holderlin Und Zimmer"are suddenly stopped before the track reaches three minutes. Perhapsthe nature of the project limited the running time of several of thesepieces. It would have been nice to hear them take a few of these ideasand extend their duration to equal the success of the two long tracks,but as a soundtrack they fulfill a certain functional obligation. Thegesture to include challenging live music in a theatrical context isone that should be applauded. Although this release is an engaginglisten on its own, an accompanying DVD of the performance would havebeen welcome and may have helped toward understanding the larger intentof the project.
Repeated listenings reveal that the album's lack ofcontinuity is its strong point. It is like a series of audio postcardsfrom Hacke, each one giving a flavor of where he is. The album wasrecorded by Hacke during his travels and an army of guest artists(including J.G. Thirlwell, Andrew Chudy, David Yow and CasparBrötzmann) and the results were assembled into Sanctuary. Thereis no particular style that is common to every track, each one is itsown little microcosm. "Sister" is a mix of swirling guitars surging upduring breaks in the vocal sample taken from a women's self defencetutorial. This is the first point on the album that really captivatedme. The relaxed "Love me love my dog" is a massive shift of pace after"Sister," at this point I found myself being lulled into a cosysanctuary of my own. The title track and "Seven" are where Hacke getsto use all those guitar riffs that don't fit into Neubauten'srepertoire. These more straight-forward rock pieces seemed a little toostandard at first but, as with everything on this album, they laterrevealed some hidden depths. "Per Sempre Butterfly" is the highlight ofthe album and sucked me in straight away. Gianna Nannini's emotiveperformance is inspired and the layers of textured sounds and tabladrumming complement her voice perfectly. Sanctuary touches basewith many styles without sounding too trite or pretentious, however itdoes suffer because of its eclectism. Once I became familiar with thealbum and knew what to expect it clicked as a complete body of music.Hacke has made a very good album but it requires a little bit of workto fully appreciate what he has done.
Fortunately, the title of Piano Magic's new album is not indicative of the music. There is a certain coldness and calculation to Glen Johnson's ensemble but it does not quite approach disaffection. Part of the album's chill is due to the explicit motif of ghosts and spectral images which cuts across both the music and the liner notes.
Fortunately, the material on this CD, while largelyunspectacular, isn't nearly as self-serving and kitschy, perhaps due tothe fact that 2/3 of it was originally released on DJ friendly vinyl(with the latter 1/3 now available in 12" format as well). The JUST ADDACID technique Vibert has employed consistently in recent years hasproduced a catalog of music that dramaticallyvaries in quality, rangingfrom delicious disco of the Kerrier District project to theover-the-top gimmickry of Wagon Christ's Sorry I Make You Lush. No exception to this phenomenon, Lover's Acidis all over the map. Tedious numbers like "Funky Acid Stuff," "Come OnChaos," and the title track are examples of Vibert's noodling goneboring, lazily blurting and bleeping along with no direction orpurpose. A surprising execution of the formula comes on "Dirty Fucker,"a rediscovery of the dancefloor with snappy breakbeats and a dirtybleating bassline complete with ominous breakdown and a bonkers acidbuildup. Still, the best tracks here are those where Vibert isn'tgratituitously doling out sloppy globs of TR-303 like a dementedlunchlady. "Gwithian" brings back the spirit of Musipal, deepand jazzy with well placed vocal snippets for feelgood Sunday afternoonvibes. Deceptively starting off minimal and brooding, "Prick Tat"evolves quickly into a smooth hip hop groover shimmering with brightsynth patterns and spaced out effects. Despite my initial prejudices, Lover's Acidhas more merits than expected, yet still leaves me wanting forsomething better, something revitalizing. All I can suggest at thispoint is plead for Vibert to take a chance and return to his old Plugmoniker. Considering some of the more "liquid" records coming from drumn bass labels like Hospital, I'm sure he would be greeted with openarms.
Unsurprising considering Lippok's prior work,this new album from two prominent names in the Berlin music scene fallsinto this category, basking in the glow of that painfully familiarspace between pop and kitsch often found on To Rococo Rot records. I'munable to discern what influence Morgenstern, whose work I'm familiarwith from select compilation appearances, has had on these accessibleand light recordings. It's hardly a unique venture considering thesurplus of acts doing precisely the same thing, I'm nonethelessexpected to take Tesrimore seriously than their peers. I've heard enough of the music in thiselectronic pop subgenre over at least the past six years to know thatthis isn't as special as it wants to be. I'm not trying to discreditLippok or Morgenstern based on their minor celebrity, but I cannot helpbut expect more than a mere rehash of The Amateur View withguitar and piano. "Ein Knoten Aus Schwarz" and "Kaitusburi" could haveeasily been outtakes salvaged from old TRR studio sessions, tweaked andreworked for this release. This is an unfortunate situation consideringhow much promise the album starts off with. The exciting opener "PleaseWake Me For Meals" drops lush acoustic elements over a solid electrobeat, introducing bleeps, scratches, and airy analogue synths aboutmidway. "If The Day Remains Unspoken For" stands out as the mostluscious fruit of Lippok and Morgenstern's endeavor. Featuring thesoulful vocals of Telefon Tel Aviv's Damon Aaron, the tracksimultaneously oozes melodic warmth and clinical abstraction yet comestogether remarkably well. Perhaps if these two collaborate again theymight employ Aaron for more than just one song. Tesri is not abad release, and fans of Lippok's earlier material will not bedisappointed, yet I had hoped for something much more memorable andless spotty.
It's almost always noise, loud andaggressive, often with loud percussive slaps to the face thrown in forgood measure. Rattus Rattusis certainly no exception, a cyclone of atonal, shrieking digitalclamor with buffeting, battering ram beats that explore every level ofthe audible range of sound in an attempt to assault the listener on allfronts. The CD seems to have a concept of sorts, the title and thecover art being suggestive of everyone's favorite household pestrodent. This is very different from Matmos' rat concept album (2004's Rat Relocation Program),as instead of sampling said creatures as Matmos did, Masami Akita optsmerely to suggest the presence of the creatures with a series of tinyclaw-scratched noise attacks and high, trebly shrieking. Masami alsoprovides the address of the PETA website on the back of the disc'ssleeve, suggesting that perhaps the album has something or other to dowith animal rights. It would be hard to say where the vegan messagereally comes into Rattus Rattus, unless the album were to betaken as a noisy screed against scientific experimentation on rats.Your guess is as good as mine in this respect. I've come nowhere closeto hearing every Merzbow record, and in fact I probably only own fiveor six CDs, so I'd have a very hard time coming up with a goodcomparison to any of his previous works. This one does have a very nicequality that might warrant repeated listens, however. All three trackscontain enough rapid shifts in tone, frequency, tempo and aggressionenough to keep things dynamic, as opposed to past Merzbow records thathave easily fallen into a background of white noise. There is no chanceof being lulled into complacency while listening to this CD, especiallyduring the final lengthy "Rattus Rattus Suite," which variouslysuggests an Alec Empire DHR-style cyberpunk explosion, an earlyWhitehouse album, something from the noisier end of Ant-Zen, and adigitized grindcore version of an Anal Cunt record or some other suchthrowaway splattercore. This is not to suggest that there is anythinghere that noise fans haven't heard a million times before. As Merzbowrecords go, this is definitely one of them.
I was skeptical about the potential clusterfuck of a record featuring DJ Spooky, Dave Lombardo (from Slayer), and Jack Dangers, but the presence of two of my favorite MCs of all time, Chuck D and Dälek, pushed me over the edge into "I've got to at least hear this" territory. Often, pairings like this come from well-intentioned musicians who want to work together, but don't realize that the sum can never equal the parts, so I braced for the worst. Happily, Drums of Death manages to avoid most of the cliches of supergroups and celebrity musical pairings of this sort, and instead boils down some signature elements from each artist involved into a quite listenable whole. Jack Dangers' production is well balanced with Spooky's turntable antics, while the MCs simply do their thing over the rhythm section of Lombardo on drums and Dangers on bass. The Meat Beat head honcho proves that he's still one of the best groove bassline generators on the planet, and DJ Spooky's cuts and sample selections work well to enhance rather than drag down the proceedings. It's Lombardo's drums that I can't swallow all of the time, as they have an unshakeable "rock" sound that doesn't always serve the songs the way a more nuanced sounding kit might. The grooves are tight if a little clangy on the cymbal end, but it always sounds like a metal drummer slowing down into a hip hop groove rather than just an accomplished drummer gelling with his bandmates. That's not to say the drums are bad—in fact almost every track gives sample hounds a free shot at an unobscured drum loop from the session, but I just wish the drums were somehow more processed and fitting with the primarily dub-leaning vibe. Chuck D and Dälek enhance the record with vocal performances straight out of their standard playbooks and there's enough guitar noise and metal riff sampling to possibly draw the the long-haired set out of their comfort zone a little, which I have to imagine is the point with a lot of this. Skipping past the embarrassing Spooky on turntable/Lombardo on skins call and response piece, and the oddly-lifted Jack Dangers sci-fi soundtrack pieces, Drums of Death winds up as a suprisingly fun amalgam of styles and sounds that manages to overcome the threat of novelty, even if it never elevates to the heights of its contributors' individual accomplishments. 
Nothing can stop this band from forcing me to participate in the most sinister of feelings. They're soaked in evil, sex, and those lonely and terrifying sensations that only open, dead spaces can convey. Bohren und der Club of Gore associate themselves with doom metal via their own website, were formally a self-described "hardcore" metal act, have all the mystery and intrigue of the best David Lynch films, and yet none of these descriptions get to the core of this quartet's sound.
They reach pastdeconstruction as a means or an end, entering new space, a labyrinthinelogic all their own. A lot of this probably has to do with the artist'sfavoring rounder instrumental combinations: strings of a chamberensemble sort, bare piano, brass, metal percussion. Akiyama's last, If Night is a Weed...,inspired Fennesz comparisons because of an ambitious textural grandeur,though this came obscured by spare compositional style and atemperament informed by the deliberate pacing and structural rigor ofclassical music. One of If Night..'s pieces was dedicated toSteve Reich, and Akiyama's music does reflect an attempt to carry thepure variants and divine gravity of Reich's Phase or Ensemblepieces into digital interpretation. If the last record was ambitious instriking a solemn, Reichian pose against the computer's pixilatedshimmer, then Small Explosions is ambitious in a new way. Stillin chamber-glitch mode, Akiyama works within much more scatterbrained,dissonant territory, sketching disquieted spaces through overlays ofwhat sound like largely improvised events. The coalescence of fragmentshere is the artist's most subtle, often stratified by atonalcounterpoints and layers of at-home ambience. Sounds of sleepybreathing in the first track indicate Small Explosions's increased interest in sound-travel and the unreality of dreams. Several of the string heavy sections recall, for me, the Waking Lifesoundtrack in their floaty circularities and spirited-away atmosphere.Akiyama shows also a new reliance on bell tones which give the music asense of distance and foggy boundaries that was not present within theintimate, single-room simulacrum of If Night.. and previousworks. Despite being probably the artist's most pared-down andsilence-ful music yet, with even a reduction in the field recordingsthat colored other records, Small Explosions feels the most far-out and heavily transporting of all.
Often, pairings like this come from well-intentionedmusicians who want to work together, but don't realize that the sum cannever equal the parts, so I braced for the worst. Happily, Drums of Deathmanages to avoid most of the cliches of supergroups and celebritymusical pairings of this sort, and instead boils down some signatureelements from each artist involved into a quite listenable whole. JackDangers' production is well balanced with Spooky's turntable antics,while the MCs simply do their thing over the rhythm section of Lombardoon drums and Dangers on bass. The Meat Beat head honcho proves thathe's still one of the best groove bassline generators on the planet,and DJ Spooky's cuts and sample selections work well to enhance ratherthan drag down the proceedings. It's Lombardo's drums that I can'tswallow all of the time, as they have an unshakeable "rock" sound thatdoesn't always serve the songs the way a more nuanced sounding kitmight. The grooves are tight if a little clangy on the cymbal end, butit always sounds like a metal drummer slowing down into a hip hopgroove rather than just an accomplished drummer gelling with hisbandmates. That's not to say the drums are bad—in fact almost everytrack gives sample hounds a free shot at an unobscured drum loop fromthe session, but I just wish the drums were somehow more processed andfitting with the primarily dub-leaning vibe. Chuck D and Dälek enhancethe record with vocal performances straight out of their standardplaybooks and there's enough guitar noise and metal riff sampling topossibly draw the the long-haired set out of their comfort zone alittle, which I have to imagine is the point with a lot of this.Skipping past the embarrassing Spooky on turntable/Lombardo on skinscall and response piece, and the oddly-lifted Jack Dangers sci-fisoundtrack pieces, Drums of Death winds up as a suprisingly funamalgam of styles and sounds that manages to overcome the threat ofnovelty, even if it never elevates to the heights of its contributors'individual accomplishments. 
