19 August 2007

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Mute

Putting aside my misgivings about their regained accessibility, I have to admit that Liars is most immediately enjoyable record the band has put out. Regardless of mercurial nature, I never expected to have one of their melodies stuck in my head. The synth fanfares and falsetto cooing on  "Houseclouds" are typical here in the way they worm their way into your skull. Liars have always had a penchant for shouted choruses, and the clean defined vocal production lends itself to shouting along with them too. When vocalist Angus Andrew yells "Come Save Me!" on "Clear Island," he sounds more at home on an arena stage than some Walpurgisnacht bonfire.

In gaining pop accessibly Liars have largely abandoned the menace and secrecy that shrouded their records. The single "Sailing to Byzantium" is positively sedate: breezy syths and chiming electric piano ride over a loping bass and snare groove. The only darkness that colors this track is the kind found inside of a chic cocktail joint.  The closer, "Protection," is a wistful ballad on childhood: a tremoloed organ fills the song with an ecclesiastic glow that underpins the sentimental subject matter

There are still some cloak and dagger moments on the album, especially on "Leather Prowler" and "The Dumb in the Rain." The murky guitar strum and monotone singing create a claustrophobia that adds gravity to the more buoyant sections of the album. These songs though, are still only isolated spots to a more polished whole.

Whenever a band changes their sound radically it will enviably anger the purists and any band that sells even marginally well will inevitably have to suffer from accusations of insincerity. Liars are certainly familiar with this kind of scrutiny. I still chuckle at the hostility that They Were Wrong, So We Drowned was greeted with when it was released in 2002. Five years gone, the pendulum has swung the other direction, with accusations of selling out already being foisted about. The argument would be convincing if this record had followed the wave of hype that greeted them at beginning of the decade. They didn't care then about the opinion of trend spotting journalists and fair-weather fans, why should they care now? If Liars excel in anything it is breaking preconceptions of what they as a band should sound like. Whatever the opinion on the actual music might be, they have at least done that.

samples:

• Freak Out
• Houseclouds
• What Would They Know  

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19 August 2007

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Huume

Back in the day when so-called "glitch" music was touching the lives of so many music geeks and techno snobs, Ripatti found himself a producer in demand.  At least, that's what his discography implies.  Though not unknown upon of the original release of Multila, the year 2000 transformed him into an underground superstar.  In that year alone, Ripatti released four albums under three different pseudonyms, acquiring new converts from various and sometimes overlapping factions of the electronic music scene.  He revolutionized soul with the deep, blissed-out microhouse of Luomo's Vocalcity and added nuance to rhythm on Uusitalo's technoid headtrip Vapaa Muurari Live.  Furthermore, Ripatti offered two albums as Vladislav Delay, one being this absolutely incredible album, which he has just reissued officially on his own Huume vanity label.

Choosing to stick with the original mastering job by Moritz Von Oswald, whose aforementioned Chain Reaction imprint first released this gem, Ripatti has given us a second chance to own and enjoy Multila as it was originally intended, inadvertently opposing the musicological revisionism we've all grown so accustomed to.  From the rippling subspace ambience that initiates album opener "Ranta," it's hard for me not to recall when these sounds were still so unusual and ultramodern.  Though certainly neither the first nor the only artist piecing together riddles of these abstract spaces between dub and techno, Ripatti explored and achieved a fantastic balance between process-driven sound design and inspirational accessibility in his initial work.  No track better embodies that sonic dichotomy than the breathtaking "Huone," an aural epic of Homeric proportions.  Not exactly a dance track by authoritarian standards, this 22 minute odyssey suppresses its untiring 4/4 beat foundation by varying degrees throughout, creating an unhinged type of post-traumatic techno. 

Instead of depending on the overt crackling static and digital hiccups that made clicks and cuts contemporaries like Pole and Oval so popular, Ripatti dug deeper and discovered sounds whose origins are unknown and recondite.  "Viite" sizzles and churns amidst its phantasmagorical climate, while the subsequent "Karha" plays like a gloriously recovered hymn drowned in tape damage—the latter in particular stands now in harsh contrast against the bright, clearer style that defines Whistleblower.  The delicate coda "Nesso" signifies a luminous end to this venture, its radiant trebly textures slicing through the bass heavy atmosphere.  Needless to say at this point, Multila is a fundamental document of modern electronic music that was well worth reissuing.  Let's hope that this marks the beginning of a more comprehensive reissue program of Ripatti's catalog.

samples:

• Ranta
• Huone
• Nesso

18 August 2007

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Type

"Parts Are Lost," the midpoint of His/Hers is where some of these influences show through the clearest—an ambience not far removed from the first Velvet Underground album and the buried, gentle vocals and stripped-down guitar work of Perfect Prescription-era Spacemen 3—yet it stands on its own with its jazz type structural composition.  Spreading out in either direction, the influences become more blurred and the sound more experimental. "Forced March" is amped-up with clipping guitar riffs that chug along at a glacial pace.  The shoegaze blur continues until about half way through when someone cuts the power, yet the band plays on until the end, the track entering like a lion and ending like a lamb.

"Moss Man" is built around a basic guitar twang and a truckload of reverb.  Extremely Spartan instrumentation-wise in its opening, it soon gains in intensity and ends with a blowout that would make any shoegaze band of the early 1990s proud.  The remaining tracks stray closer to the calmer, mellow end of the spectrum: quiet and slow, yet never easily ignored.  

Folky psych-rock is one of the "it" genres right now, and Zelienople manage to go beyond the simple acts of using acoustic guitars and heavy effects and create something that stands on its own.  The intentionally slow pace exemplifies the concept that simplicity in sound is not a factor of how little an artist can do, but how much can be done with a smaller palette, and in this case it proves to be quite a bit.  It is an album that definitely rewards the attentive listener.
 

samples:

• Moss Man
• Parts are Lost
• Forced March

18 August 2007

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Potomak

The songs were all written using the same template: Blixa Bargeld would compose the lyrics from dreams he had recorded in his diary (which vary in content from the plain strange to the utterly paranoid) and the music would be improvised based on the Dave system. The Dave system is similar to Brian Eno's Oblique Strategies cards: each of the cards features a word or phrase that encapsulates a particular mood, technique, or concept from the world of Neubauten (compiled by Bargeld while listening through the band's archives). Every band member takes a number of cards and uses the phrases written on them to find a role within the song. Despite using the same basic premise for each song, each song is vastly different to the others. Each song is its own world, a microcosm complete unto itself and replete with its own character and particular instruments. Surprisingly, despite each song being created in complete isolation from the others, the 15 tracks hang together wonderfully as an album.

Breaking free from their usual routine, they embrace instruments and rhythms that have not normally been part of their canon; the electronic approach to both the nightmarish "I Kissed Glenn Gould" and the bizarre "Vicki" is completely at odds with anything Neubauten have produced previously. There is also an international vibe to the album (much like the Tabula Rasa triptych) with lyrics ranging from the usual German to Chinese, Hungarian, Greek and English. "Jeder Satz mit ihr hallt nach" shares its name with an improvisation from their 1997 tour (and released on the Gemini download only live album) but is musically unconnected, there is an almost lounge feel to this new song which is a million miles from the original.

It is not all new musical vistas and textures. "Die Ebenen Werden Nicht Vermischt" is typical of Neubauten's most recent output. However, it does stick out amongst the more adventurous songs on the album. Its extended length (approaching 7 minutes compared to the 1.5-3 minutes that the others last) and rhythmic structure would have made it fit perfectly on 2005's Grundstueck album. Other songs contain some elements of familiarity but shoehorned in with an unusual approach. "Magyar Energia" is a mishmash of familiar techniques and instrumentation with unconventional delivery, especially the joyous anti-nuclear power football terrace chant towards the end.

Jewels may not run as smoothly as their previous albums as there is no obvious underlying concept to thread the songs together. Despite this, it is a fantastic album, especially considering it is meant as token of thanks to those who have provided financial support to record and release the band's forthcoming album. Hopefully these songs will make it into the band's live repertoire and more importantly get a release outside the supporters' project. For now, they are only available to subscribers to neubauten.org as both mp3 and uncompressed downloads. However, considering this album is the appetiser to the main course, it is well worth the price of admission while the oppertunity lasts.

samples:

• Mei Ro
• Magyar Energia
• Die Ebenen Werden Nicht Vermischt

18 August 2007

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Utech

Rather than focus on theories of audio construction and such frivolities, Menche would rather just take a sound source, play with it, and see what he can make it do.  While this could be tedious and pointless for the average person to produce, Menche displays a natural talent for this work, and though he never makes specific reference to one, his works consistently show an ear for structure and composition that ensure a coherent piece rather than just a collection of random sounds that go nowhere.

On the three untitled tracks that make up Wolf's Milk, he chooses to use a specific instrument on each:  organ, gong, and trumpet.  The first track of organ recordings opens with a distant, but notable bass pulse that slowly increases in strength, like a car blasting bass heavy hip-hop in the distance.  This pulse merges with other low tones into a solid, but quiet roar.  It sounds like a contradiction, but there is a dense, prominent wall of sound that isn't very loud, but notable.  Slowly, more traditional organ tones enter the mix:  long sustained passages that are reminiscent of some of Hermann Nitsch's symphonic work.  About midway though the track's duration, the sound begins to show some grime and dirt, the processing gets more intense, until building to a crescendo of stuttering, buzzsaw distorted passages that would definitely qualify as "harsh," before ending in a stream of subtle alien textures.

Using a gong, Menche can be expected to create a track with a more rhythmic backing, and the percussive tones that open the second track reflect this, though they sound more like a heavily processed synth sequence rather than a percussion instrument.  Again, the actual gong tones become more notable as the track progresses.  The final track of trumpet treatments focuses initially on the high register notes of the instrument, bouncing from channel to channel like an overly amplified housefly.  The track eventually develops into an extremely thick mix, full of rich low and rumbles to counteract the ear shredding high pitched ones.

Wolf's Milk makes for a captivating listen, but the three tracks all seem to follow the same structural formula:  heavily processed subtle openings, then some obvious untreated instrument sounds, then processed into harsh noise, then ending on ambience.  As a whole it doesn't detract from the experience, but hearing Menche try some different frameworks for his tracks would definitely be a plus.  It's a great disc but mixing things up structurally next time would be even better.

samples:

• Track 1
• Track 2
• Track 3

18 August 2007

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Type

Using only the sound of Martin's cello and recorded water sounds, Zuydervelt feeds the source material through a battery of effects and signal processing, but still leaves enough of the instrument's natural sound in the mix, which only adds to the suspenseful tension created by the two long tracks on this disc.  "Cello Recycling" opens ominously enough:  the hum of alien machinery looming off in the distance somewhere and all sub bass hum and occasional rhythmic clicks is submerged in reverb.  As the track progresses, the untreated sound of Martin's cello rises in the mix, the heavy organ like sustain of the strings thick like fog in the air.  The climax is a full on roar of fuzz and distortion that would make any noise artist proud.

"Cello Drowning" remains a more subtle overall work, building upon the metallic echo of processed water drips, shaped into an almost rhythmic backing track aided by the more pronounced sound of the cello.  While this track doesn't reach the harsh noise conclusion of "Cello Recycling," the subtlety works even better, leading to more pronounced sense of dread throughout, culminating in a swell of intensity at the end of the disc.

Originally commissioned for an art gallery, Type has seen fit to make this work more widely available, and as a crossover between the post-classical, the ambient, and the experimental worlds, it succeeds on all levels.

samples:

• Cello Recycling
• Cello Drowning 1
• Cello Drowning 2

12 August 2007

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Hapna

Despite the well worn methods here, there are some subtle touches that add individualty, the bagpipe playing on title track being the most prominent. To create a indefinitely long, continuous note from a wind or reed instrument, the player's breathing is often edited out of the mix when the sound is processed. Chisholm's breathing has been left in, even though gaps between the individual notes have been removed. His exhalations billow and sputter over the thick reedy tone of the bagpipe. The incoming air swirls and expands through a cavernous space, punctuating the gradual fluctuations in the bagpipe's pitch.

The second track, "Infinity in the Shape of a Poodle (For Björk Gudmundsdottir)", has a thinner construction, working by subtraction rather than addition. The source here is a Japanese mouth organ called a sho. The tone at the beginning is high but still full bodied. From there, it is gradually whittled down till only the barest overtones are left as a ghost image of the instrument. If I didn't know the source here was an accoustic insturment, I would have thought it was completely artificial. The frequencies would be ear-piercing if the change had not been so measured. The result is a clean metallic shimmer that buzzes like the haphazard offspring of a neon light and a cicada.

Although Amazing Daze is not completely redundant, there is more than a passing resemblance here to the work of pioneers like Niblock and Barry Truax. This is not a crictisim of Scmickler and Chisholm's abilities, but at the rigid methodolgy they use. Any music, no matter how eclectic and baroque, will drone given the proper amount of time stretching and filtering. Dyamics add individuality to the music, so music with limited dyamics will necessarily sound somewhat alike. Amazing Daze is not a carbon copy of past works, but it is nowhere near as groundbreaking as original experiments in massed tone music. Three, almost four, decades worth of music in the style have insured that. Despite the good effort, Amazing Daze comes out like a new version of vannila ice cream. It satisfies those who are looking for that kind of flavor, but not those looking for any extra ingredients.

samples:

• Amazing Daze
• Infinity in the Shape of a Poodle

11 August 2007

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Kemado

Everything that made Ballads of Living and Dying and The Saga of Mayflower May stand out among an overpopulated indie folk subgenre is very much present on Songs III: Bird on the Water. The vocals are just as beautiful and spine-tingling and the songwriting is still top-notch, filled with spooky murder ballads and haunting ghost stories. A canny use of echo, reverb and doubling effects, as on previous albums, helps push the songs into the realm of atmospheric psychedelia. Unlike other popular indie folk acts like Joanna Newsom and Devendra Banhart, Nadler has resisted the temptation to go big band; even with the added instrumentation on some of these tracks, her vocals and precise fingerpicked melodies are still the center of attention. Marissa Nadler, much to her chagrin, will continue to remind people of 1960s British folk artists such as Vashti Bunyan and Celia Humphries, even though her chief influences are on this side of the Atlantic: Leonard Cohen, Joni Mitchell, and Judee Sill.

I don't want to trot out the tired, sexist standby that "behind every great female artist is a man pulling the strings," as that isn't the case here, but a big part of what makes this album special in comparison to Nadler's previous output is the production and added compositional elements of one Greg Weeks. Weeks has been a mainstay of indie music for several years now, with amazing solo albums such as Awake Like Sleep and his band Espers, the only current group which has any claim to the mantle of classic Brit folk groups such as Incredible String Band or Fairport Convention. What he does for Marissa Nadler is to fill out each track with subtle synthesizer drones, atmospheric speaker noise and tape hiss. On a few tracks, Weeks adds his own splashes of acid-addled lead guitar. While Marissa certainly needs no help in the songwriting, singing and guitar-playing department, the added touch of a skilled producer pushes this material over the top into something very special.

The cyclical fingerpicked chords swirl around and gather dust and cobwebs on the opener "Diamond Heart," which will seem hauntingly familiar to anyone who has listened to Marissa's first two albums. Is this familiarity the result of self-plagiarism, or just an identifiably signature style? The answer to this question is not as important as it might at first seem, as repetition and familiarity work in favor of Nadler's music, her music and lyrics seeming to draw from some vast, unconscious archive of Appalachain and British Isles folk and ballad modes. This is not to say that the entire album is self-derivative, as Nadler quickly stakes out new territory with "Dying Breed," which sounds amazingly like the kind of mindbending folk setting engineered by Michael Cashmore and Steven Stapleton for Current 93's early 1990s material. Swirling, phased drones and dusty bell tones circulate around the speaker channels as Marissa's wintry vocals weave in and out, the lyrics bewitching with their esoteric sense imagery: "Red is the color of memory/Blue is the way to green/And darling you did gamble, because you were a dying breed."

"Mexican Summer" is another standout, and quite different from anything else in the Marissa Nadler songbook. Sparse percussion and flourishes of electric guitar fill out the composition, which is one of the happiest, evergreen melodies on an otherwise spooky and melancholic album. "Silvia" makes brilliant use of synthesized organic melodies and Marissa's multitracked vocals, which multiply into a chorus of answering voices at just the right point of the song, transforming the song into a potential pub sing-along. "Rachel" is another favorite of mine, not just because of its beautiful, sad melody that sounds as lovely as anything Bert Jansch ever committed to tape, but also because of Greg Weeks' brilliant third-eye guitar lead, which arrives at a minute and a half into the track and turns the proceedings into something indelibly magical and transporting.

Perhaps the only misstep on the album is Nadler's cover of Leonard Cohen's oft-anthologized song "Famous Blue Raincoat." The song is a kind of open letter to someone from Cohen's past who may be insane, and has probably joined some kind of cult in the desert. Of course, that could just be a series of metaphors, but no matter. What makes Cohen's recording of the song work so well is the fact that he is not insistent on shoehorning every line and verse into the song's melody, and most of the song is performed in his trademark, sardonic method of speak-singing. Nadler is clearly in love with the source material, doing her best to cram the lyrics into the melodic framework, the lyrics subsequently losing their ability to double as an ironic monologue. Nadler's ethereal vocals make the lyric seem light as air, and the words are bereft of their gravity. However, this is only one superfluous track on an otherwise flawless album.

samples:

• Diamond Heart
• Dying Breed
• Rachel

11 August 2007

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Hydra Head

City of Echoes, there is always a glimmer of sunshine present. Right up the closing notes of "A Delicate Sense of Balance," the group keeps my spirit high, which is a delightful change to being aurally assaulted. It leaves me with renewed vigor for an aural assault after Pelican.

I am surprised that they have not made a bigger name for themselves considering the likes of Isis and Tool have done so. Perhaps it is the lack of vocals that is stopping them from moving up the sales ladder but their sound is very open in terms of appeal while still keeping their credibility. There are a few moments on City of Echoes with nods towards mainstream stadium rock which are bombastic enough to transcend any mental images of a guitarist standing on a cliff face wailing on his guitar. Of course, there is also the pummelling power that is expected from Pelican but it is the blending of cool influences with usually suspect ones that make this music work; "Lost in the Headlights" sees the ghosts of Black Flag and Metallica duking it out. It should be cheesy but it isn't, especially towards the end when all influences become fully assimilated.

Credit is due to Aaron Turner for his work on the album's sleeve: the seaweed-like tendrils with the gloss spotted text combine beautifully to reflect the music. It is too bad that the same effort is not put into all of Hydra Head's releases but obviously Turner does not have the time to do a lot of design on top of his already busy schedule. Although, once he keeps getting the all important music out on his label then I have little reason to complain.

While City of Echoes is not their best album, it would be churlish of me to suggest that it is anything short of great. Pelican continue to impress me and I look forward to hearing how this material pans out live considering the stage is their true calling in this life. Luckily, they are not exactly dull in the studio so I will be giving this its fair share of spins in the meantime.

samples:

• City of Echoes
• Winds with Hands
• Lost in the Headlights