09 April 2016

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"Widely considered one of the landmark releases of dub-infused electronic music, as well as an endless resource of inspiration and awe for generations of electronic music artists and enthusiasts, Vibrant Forms II by Fluxion was originally released on Mark Ernestus and Moritz von Oswald's revered Chain Reaction label in 2000; this cavernous masterpiece now receives its long-awaited first-ever reissue from Barcelona imprint Subwax Bcn, with newly remastered sound and new artwork.

Collecting the Prospect 12" (SUBWAXFX 001EP, 1999) and Bipolar Defect double-12" (SUBWAXFX 002LP, 2000), as well as previously unreleased tracks, Vibrant Forms II was Fluxion's second compilation on Chain Reaction, and it successfully managed to broaden the space and the environment of the compositions, as well as develop further his technique of textural sonic blend.

Keep that in mind when entering "Prospect 1," the gateway into Fluxion's deep universe, as waves crash languidly on a foggy beach early in the morning. These visions of fog, rising steam, or thick mist are archetypical for Chain Reaction and Fluxion, and they haunt the listener throughout the Vibrant Forms II experience. Sometimes these visions take the form of dream-inducing haze filling the air in dark opium dens. At other times there are heaps of white summer clouds behind the listener's eyelids, slowly being pulled apart by cool gusts of wind.

But there's more to Fluxion's music than these soothing elements. The pulse of the city is omnipresent; the sounds of organic lifeforms surging through the streets like a thick, humanoid liquid, flowing, mixing, dissolving. . . . But also the steady thumps, beats, and clicks of the city itself; the machines, the vehicles, the mechanical hearts. On the one hand, moisture and warmth. On the other, structure, logic, and aging concrete. This rare combination of hot and heavily sedated soundscapes with elements of chilling clarity and clinical precision makes Vibrant Forms II an immortal compilation. And that makes Subwax Bcn's decision to reissue it a significant act of cultural preservation."

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09 April 2016

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"Sam Kidel’s debut for The Death of Rave is little short of a modern ambient masterpiece. Following a celebrated debut for Entr’acte in 2015, the Young Echo and Killing Sound member’s sophomore solo album is a playful, emotive inversion and subversion of Muzak - that “background noise” variously known as “hold” music, “canned” music, or “lift” music - employing government call centre workers as unknowing agents in a dreamily detached yet subtly, achingly poignant 21 minute composition, backed with a DIY instrumental in case you, at home, want to get your phreak on.

Drawing on research by the Muzak Corporation (the company who held the original license for their eponymous product), and his concurrent interests in the proto-internet technique of phreaking (experimenting or exploring telecommunication systems - Bill Gates used to do it, and thousands of kids have probably made a prank call at some point in their time), Sam played his music down the phone to the DWP and other departments, not speaking, but recording the recipient’s responses; subsequently rearranging them into the piece you hear before you.

Aesthetically, the results utilise a range of compositional styles - ambient, electro-acoustic, aleatoric - and could be said to intersect modern classical, dub and vaporware, whilst also inherently revealing a spectrum of regional British accents rarely heard on record, or in this context, at least.

But make no mistake; he’s not making fun at the expense of the call centre workers. Rather, he’s highlighting a dreamy melancholy and detachment in their tedious roles and tortuous, Kafkaesque systems, one known from first-hand experience.

Disruptive Muzak may be rooted in academia, but it’s far from pretentious. We really don't want to give it all away, but the way in which he executes the idea, both musically and conceptually by the time the final receiver drops the line, is deeply emotive without being sentimental; making tacit comment on questioning our relationship with technology, economics and socio-politics in the UK right now: in the midst of right wing policy delivering swingeing benefits cuts and zero-hours contracts which damage those on the margins most, and a scenario where corporate composition and electronic sound form a blithely ubiquitous backdrop to capitalist realism."

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09 April 2016

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"Killer nexus of D&B-informed techno and dark ambient themes from Simon Shreeve, one half of Kryptic Minds, for his debut on Downwards. If you're into Regis, Demdike Stare, Raime etc - this is a must-check.

Healing Bowl forms a timely collusion between an artist and label who've been converging on a mutual mesh of gutted D&B dynamics with techno tempos and dark ambient feels for some time now. It forms Simon Shreeves’ debut release under his birth name after more than a decade of releases as part of Kryptic Minds, and more recently his techno-leaning solo output as Mønic for Tresor. A match made in techno purgatory then, Healing Bowl metes out five pensile, nerve-pinched pieces defined by finely sculpted bass, shivering percussion and cranky concrète processing.

Never showy, but with a nuanced atmospheric elegance and appreciation of proper body mechanics for the ‘floor or bedroom. A/SA falls down the trapdoor first with plummeting subs and spanked spring reverbs setting a crypt-like tone and spatial setting which bleeds thru into the title cut’s rolling swagger and strafing, daemonic silhouettes, before "A Thousand and One" locates and locks into a dank pocket of plasmic bass and spectral vocal recital. "Sharuda" follows with a ghostlier, eldritch pallor of melodic development giving rise to sepulchral harmonics amidst fizzing, prickly percussion and elliptic sub bass curves, yet the EP’s strongest dancefloor cut is saved for last with the elusive, entropic sound design of "S/KA" seeming to invert techno and D&B dynamics with vampiric lust and romance. Shreeve has evidently found an empathetic and steadfast partner in Downwards. Here’s to a lasting relationship."

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06 April 2016

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28 March 2016

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Wyrding may be a relatively new project, this being their debut album other than a single that was previously a limited hand-made object, now reissued as a cassette and bonus tracks on the digital version oft his album. The band, however, is led by Troy Schafer (also a member of Kinit Her and Wreaths, amongst many others) and they have deep roots throughout the Wisconsin underground scene. The resulting album is an idiosyncratic blending of black metal and neofolk minimalism that also draws from religious music and other fields, but comes together in a way that somehow manages to make perfect sense.

Small Doses

Instantly from the first moments of "Poltergeist," the mood is set for the entirety of the record.Leading off with exasperated breathing and far off, pained human voices, the band quickly launches in to a slow funeral march.Schafer's deep, guttural voice channels the darkest of vibes, as the rest of the band proceeds with a creeping, shuffling elegance.The pace is slow, but the dynamic alternates between heaviness and open space.With the addition of organ and the rest of the band contributing chanting vocals, there is more than a hint of liturgical drama to be had.

The pace and vocal style continues clearly into "Longing's End," but the band chooses to focus on a clean, old school hard rock/metal guitar tone throughout that contrasts the sacred music elements a bit more.That style continues into "False Concept of Voyage," which retains the big metal guitar sound, but a lighter atmosphere and more vocal harmonizing.The final result ends up being more melodic and folk-like though, before coming to an abrupt end.

On the second half of the album, Wyrding split between two short instrumental interludes and two more fully fleshed out songs.Opening with "Impression I," lengthy guitar soloing and tasteful accompaniment make for a lighter sense of melody that builds to a crushing crescendo.This segues brilliantly into the piano driven "Steaming Blood Ascends Beyond the Moon," an overall calmer work despite its grim title.Percussion is sparse, the guitar melodies are strong, and the vocals are lighter.

The following "Ahold A Wren" sees the band darkening things up a bit more, with heavier guitar and sharp, shimmering drums taking the focus.Schafer's vocals are a bit less doomy, but still have a tortured quality to them, amplified by the layered chanting accompaniment.The closing "Impression II" ends the record on a synth heavy, deep vocal note.The CD version includes the two songs from the Agony in Being single, which thematically fit with the rest of the release, though have an overall more experimental, cut-up quality to them compared to the more traditional song-like arrangements of the self titled single.

Wyrding's debut full-length album may not be for everyone, with its strict adherence to a dirge-like pacing and Troy Schafer's deep, sepulchral vocal inflection.However, its rich, yet deliberately sparse instrumentation conveys a depressing beauty that makes it a truly memorable record that draws from a multitude of styles without latching onto any one too specifically. It is an icy beauty that may take some time to fully reveal itself, but it is extremely satisfying when it does.

samples:

• Poltergeist
• False Concept of Voyage
• Steaming Blood Ascends Beyond the Moon

 

28 March 2016

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Spectre, aka Skiz Fernando, was at the forefront of the sadly short-lived ambient dub/illbient/whatever genre hybrid that popped up in the middle to late part of the 20th century. While many have come and gone that were associated with the loosely defined style, Fernando and his seminal Wordsound label have endured, continually releasing music that may not have been commercially viable, but always retained artistic integrity and conceptual complexity. On his tenth solo record, his trademark sinister moods with infectious beats continues. But best of all, it sounds just as fresh as his debut The Illness did some 21 years ago.

Wordsound/Small But Hard

I must confess some level of bias towards this genre that Fernando was one of the first practitioners of, as it was one of the first musical trends that I, as an isolated teenager, felt as if I was there as the seeds were being sown.My first exposure was via the beat oriented projects of Mick Harris and Justin Broadrick (Scorn and Techno Animal, respectively), but I began exploring further.I am not sure if it was Fernando’s guest vocals on Techno Animal’s Unmanned 12" ora contribution to the Electric Ladyland compilations, but I soon found myself checking out his work as Spectre and other side projects on his Wordsound label, which was one of the first that laid the foundations that connected the grim UK post-industrialists with the avant hip-hop scene that was burgeoning at that time.I am also pretty sure it was something I wrote a review of during my first (embarrassing) stint as a music critic.

Even with historical importance aside, Fernando had an impeccable ability at the time to blend strong beats with bleak, harrowing instrumentation; a sound that channeled the best of the early RZA productions but taken to the next level.The opening moments of "Enter the Holy Terror" make it abundantly clear that he has continued to work that style.Sinister hums and deep guttural chants lead into subterranean rhythms and oppressive production, setting the mood immediately to "dark".With the addition of dramatic samples and Fernando’s own processed spoken word delivery; the stage is set perfectly well.

In some ways the mood he establishes on The Last Shall Be First is not too far removed from the worlds of black metal and noise, because he piles on the dark grimness to just the right amount, setting the mood but still keeping an underlying sense of self-aware playfulness that ensures it never becomes self-parody.On a piece such as "Darkstep 7", sci fi noir dialog samples are peppered throughout blippy rhythms and catchy beats, keeping the tension while the mix is comparably less oppressive."Osiris Rising" has a similarly less dense mix, instead he emphasizes a funkier hip hop drum loop and tasteful synth accents.

One striking thing about this album, especially compared to the earliest Spectre releases, is just how diverse the sounds and instrumentation has become, while remaining thematically tight.The snappy beats and ragged synth leads of"The Annunaki's Return" drift more into grimy techno territory, but its jerky overall structure keeps it completely unique."Jamrock" has the inclusion of dancehall toasting and lo-fi synth noises, coming together like a truly futuristic form of dub.For "Wipe Out", Fernando goes all in with heavy electronics and a distorted bass guitar like lead to make for possibly the most abrasive moment on the record, but a brilliant one via its sharp sputtering beats and extraterrestrial samples smattered throughout.

As Spectre, Skiz Fernando has not lost his penchant for underground hip-hop productions, a sound that may not have caught on at a large scale, but one that has remained faithful since he began the Wordsound label over two decades ago (with a little help from underground stalwart Bill Laswell).At this point in his career though, he is still making music as fresh and vital as when he first started, and with a true focus and dedication to his art that shines through brilliantly throughout The Last Shall Be First.Even with his side career as a food critic and purveyor of Sri Lankan spices and recipes, his dedication to tense beats and sinister, yet earworm grade electronic atmospheres is unparalleled.

samples:

• Enter the Holy Terror
• Osiris Rising
• Wipe Out

 

27 March 2016

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I have a curious relationship with Axel Willner’s music, as I have always thought that he is kind of brilliant, but generally too perfect, poppy and dancefloor-focused to appeal to my personal sensibilities.  Also, I keep forgetting that he even exists for some reason, so I am continually surprised every time that he releases a new album and I discover that I like it.  Predictably, I am most drawn to his darker, weirder side, which previously peaked with Cupid’s Head’s stellar "No.  No…"  Every album by The Field has a couple of great songs though and The Follower is no exception to that trend.  In fact, it is probably my favorite of Willner's albums to date, as it is as flawlessly crafted as ever, but considerably more shot through with ghostly textures and undercurrents of melancholy than I ever would have expected.

Kompakt

One aspect of Willner's artistry that I find endlessly fascinating is his ability to brazenly embrace hackneyed techno tropes, yet still find a way twist them into something surprising and original.  Obviously, I would prefer it if he jettisoned rigid predictability altogether, but Willner's artistic decision to be creative and experimental within very limited "pop" structures is endearingly perverse.  A prime example of this aesthetic is the opening title piece, which takes a simple house-inspired kick drum and a very "trance" sequencer pattern and uses them as a propulsive foundation for a spectral, stuttering hook.  It is not exactly a revelatory feat, but it is an impressively nuanced one and it admittedly sounds quite great once the push-pull bass pulse kicks in.  There are also some unexpectedly dissonant howls of feedback near the end, making "The Follower" a wonderfully and covertly subversive bit of thumping, well-produced dance music.  Elsewhere, however, Willner steps more firmly into the ambient/dance grey area that he has staked as his own.  "Pink Sun" is probably the weakest of the lot, but it is still quite imaginative, bolstering yet another formulaic house beat with chopped-up, whispered vocal snippets and languorous, woozy guitar motif.  It never quite catches fire, but it shows that even Willner's most subdued and overly slick pieces often have some good ideas at their core.

Impressively, "Pink Sun" is the only real misstep/filler on an otherwise stellar album, as each of the remaining four pieces is exceptional in its own way.  The most obvious highlight among them is "Monte Verità," which combines several obsessively repeating and stuttering loops to wonderfully haunting and hooky effect.  There are also some echoing snatches of speech in the background to nicely enhance the hallucinatory tone.  In fact, I suspect this might be the triumphant birth of Hauntological Disco.  The following "Soft Streams" is even more spectral, slowing down the pace to a pleasantly dubby crawl to make space for a wonderful array of floating and panning voices.  "Raise the Dead," on the other hand, reprises the "Monte Verità" formula of a thumping kick drum pulsing beneath a gorgeous host of skipping loops, but does so in a much more understated and slow-burning fashion.  Finally, the closing "Reflecting Lights" takes The Field’s aesthetic in an unexpectedly divergent direction, stretching out for 14-minutes and gradually transforming from warm and hazy near-ambient drift into a considerably more interesting locked groove/skipping CD motif.  It admittedly comes dangerously close to leaving me cold, as Willner spends a little more time on the toothless ambient side of the spectrum than I would prefer.  Once the chord changes start to transform the final "locked groove" theme, however, "Lights" feels gorgeous and epic enough to make me forget how long it took to get there.

As far as I am concerned, the only significant flaw with The Follower is that "Pink Sun" is a 9-minute lull that immediately threatens the momentum begun with the title piece.  It is hard to be too disappointed in that though, as that still means that five of The Follower’s six songs are excellent.  That is a quite an impressive hit-to-miss ratio.  I suppose I also miss some of the impish humor that found its way into some of The Field’s earlier work, but I do not think it would have sat easily within The Follower’s darker mood.  This just is not the proper place for Lionel Richie samples.  Even without trying to inject humor into these pieces, however, Willner had quite a difficult balancing act on his hands, he is essentially two completely different artists: one fun and hook-savvy dance producer and one guy who is hell-bent on concocting the perfect hybrid of prime Oval and classic dub-techno.  Those two threads seem inherently incompatible and would lead most artists into the side-project route, but Willner seems to see reconciling those two sides as an endlessly appealing challenge.  More often than not, it works: experimental music is rarely this fun and pop music is rarely this experimental.  This is a niche that The Field owns quite conclusively and The Follower is one of the Willner's finest albums.

Samples:

• The Follower
• Monte Verit√†
• Reflecting Lights

 

27 March 2016

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This seventh album under the Surgeon moniker from UK techno iconoclast Anthony Child is a bit of an unexpected divergence from his previous work. Naturally, the pummeling repetition and industrial textures remain delightfully intact, but From Farthest Known Objects is considerably weirder and messier than I would have expected (in a good way).  There is a fairly straightforward explanation for that transformation, as Child discovered that a particular hardware set-up yielded sounds so bizarre that he found himself wondering if he had inadvertently created a receiver for distant intergalactic transmissions.  That is only half the story though, as From Farthest Known Objects works so beautifully only because Child had both the ability and vision to harness those sounds in a compelling way.  I do not know if this is necessarily the best Surgeon album ever, as Force + Form is widely considered to be canonical, but it sure feels that way to me.  If it is not, it is at the very least quite an impressive late-career evolution.

Dynamic Tension

To his credit, Anthony Child was admirably persistent in following through on the album’s root conceit, going so far as to enlist an astrophysicist friend to hypothesize where the various interstellar transmissions may have originated.  As a result, From Farthest Known Objects is riddled with unwieldy song titles like the opening "EGS-zs8-1."  For the benefit of the astronomically ignorant, that is the name of the oldest and most distant galaxy ever observed by humankind.  And for the purposes of the album, the transmissions from said galaxy are apparently a squelching and sizzling one-note bass pulse and a quivering series of ascending bleeps. I suppose the bleeps do sound a bit like imaginary deep space transmissions, but nothing on Farthest Known Objects sounds like such a revelatory, otherworldly sound that my hopelessly limited earthling brain cannot even begin to process it.  There is a lot of weird music out there and this album is actually much less bizarre than much of my record collection, but it is nevertheless still quite imaginative by both Earth and dance music standards.  The appeal of this album goes much further than its concept and strangeness of its sounds, as the real revelation is that those messy and unpredictable sounds beautifully counterbalance the obsessive repetition and machine-like precision of Child's grooves.  That added visceral, murky, and warped touch is exactly what Surgeon was always lacking: a suitably chaotic foil for Child's unrelenting precision and perfectionism.

While Child admittedly employs a bit of a recurring formula here, it is one that works quite nicely: a sort of pummeling and sputtering "locked groove" aesthetic.  The best pieces (in most cases) tend to be those which boast the best grooves or just erupt from the speakers most convincingly, such as the opener.  Child has a lot of tricks up his sleeves, however, so there are some very appealing aberrations as well.  For example, the lumbering and sizzling "Sxdf-Nb1006-2" periodically reaches wild crescendos where it feels like it is being twisted and pulled apart as if by a crushing gravitational phenomenon.  Another highlight is the starkly minimalist "BDF-3299," which embellishes its shuffling beat with ominous hums and metallic textures to great effect.  "A1703 zD6" is yet another great curveball, as its insistently buzzing and throbbing rhythm is periodically joined by a rolling, seasick, and out-of-sync motif that completely changes its mood and feel.  In a more general sense, I also very much appreciate the pace and abundantly evident control displayed on this album, as Child avoids the obvious temptation to give in to the cathartic entropy of noise.  This easily could have been one explosive show of force after another, but these pieces all take the harder (and more lastingly satisfying) approach of harnessing that chaos into a structure of mesmerizing repetition.

The single most notable aspect of it all, however, is Anthony Child’s ability to get the most out of so seemingly little.  I cannot think of anyone else who could have made this album work as well it does, as Child takes eight songs that all sound like they were made from just a beat and a broken shortwave radio and manages to imbue them all with life and individual character (no easy feat without the benefit of melodies or hooks).  Even the beats themselves are nothing particularly special, but that is because they are entirely in service of creating obsessively repeating, hypnotic pulses.  Granted, Child aggressively mangles that pulse in a few instances.  In general, however, he manages to give the illusion of a locked groove or recurring loop while expertly tweaking the dynamics to create a satisfying arc and a compelling ebb and flow.  Sometimes those shifts are something as obvious as adding or subtracting a cymbal at just the right time, while other times the changes are much more nuanced and textural.  From Farthest Known Objects feels a lot like watching a master architect work…or at the very least a serious Jenga prodigy (a comparison best illustrated by the gradual removal of components at the end of "EGS-zs8-1").  This album is almost as satisfying to deconstruct as it is to hear, as the sheer craftsmanship involved is impeccable and inventive throughout.  Flawless execution aside, however, From Farthest Known Objects is equally significant as a major creative breakthrough, as Surgeon has managed to find a niche within the half-noise/half-techno milieu that resembles no one else.  This is a stellar album.

• EGS-zs8-1
• SXDF-NB1006-2
• A1703 ZD6

 

21 March 2016

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On his last couple of albums, Glenn Jones has let the world into his music. Back in 2011, the rattle of Commonwealth Avenue’s B-line train snuck into The Wanting. More or less an invisible addition, it was the consequence of recording in an apartment that sits on one of Boston’s busier thoroughfares. My Garden State opened the doors and windows and walked out into the New Jersey neighborhood of Glenn’s youth. It has a thunderstorm and chimes and an annotation about frogs, and they are more than just filigree on the proverbial fretboard. "Alcouer Gardens" would be a different song without the rain and thunder, and the non-stringed sounds add details to the loose narrative announced in the titles. Now comes Fleeting, Jones’s sixth solo album, recorded in Mount Holly, New Jersey with Laura Baird. The studio windows are open again and there are birds in the trees, but the emphasis placed on the influence of people and places cuts at the idea that there is an inside and an outside to begin with. It argues that music, often tucked away inside headphones or living rooms or performance spaces, is more than a confined curiosity of the wider human world.

Thrill Jockey

Fleeting begins with the sprightly see-saw rhythm of "Flower Turned Inside-Out." It’s a cheerful song that contrasts the up-and-down pulse of alternating strings with Glenn’s dexterous left hand, which snaps, rolls, and darts across the fretboard in a kind of dance. The melodies and harmonies are bright and inventive, sounding both controlled and spontaneous, and the mood is playful—this is Glenn Jones in a familiar place letting his mind and instrument meld into a single intuitive apparatus.

Then the light goes out and the rhythm unwinds. Jones’s chords transform into floating clouds, as if he were playing them and then getting out from his chair and walking around them. Time slows down and space collapses to a free-moving point. The rest of the album is calmer. Not exactly darker, but aware of the shades of joy and sadness that come with remembering the past and seeing that it’s different from the future.

"In Durance Vile" is where the inside and outside have their first overt meeting. After a short run of angular and surprising melodies, Glenn lets out a broken chord and pauses for a moment to let it resonate in the room. At that exact moment a bird trills three or four times and pauses, like it’s waiting to see if Glenn will sing back. Everything about the song is gorgeous: its unmoored structure, which bends and stretches in all the right places, its tight melodies and unexpected developments, and Jones’s technique—the way he uses volume, tempo, and the sharpest of sharp dynamics, keen enough to cut the toughest ears in two. Together they give "In Durance Vile" the semblance of infinite variety, and yet when that bird lands in the silences between the notes, something extra pops. Call it synchronicity or coincidence, it puts Glenn in a space and time that is not the abstract space and time of a modern recording.

It’s the same space and time in which Glenn’s influences, not to mention his friends, have lived and died—Robbie Basho and Jack Rose, John Fahey and Jimi Hendrix. It’s the place where people celebrate their loved ones and remember them in all of their complexity, and with all the complexity that remembrance brings. Listen to the way Jones weaves happiness and longing together on "Mother’s Day." Listen to how he commands concrete images, moments of doubt, and uncertain feelings, pulling them all in a line when he wants with a big bluesy hook and an uncanny sense of timing. Notice how he invokes personal feelings with understated banjo lines on "Spokane River Falls," how he refuses to commit to sentimental nostalgia but simultaneously evokes familiarity and belonging. Pay close attention to the enormity in "Robbie Basho as a Young Dragon," which is curious and firm, both seeking and reaffirming, as is the way with good friends.

These connections are all sounds from the outside too, received from beyond and returned to it, with something new added. If that sounds magical or mystical it’s because Fleeting deals with magical and mystical materials. Glenn closes the album with "June Too Soon, October All Over," an extroverted panegyric to the joys of the northeast’s warmer months. It ends with the omnipresent chirping of crickets, a whole field of them trumpeting away as twilight fades to dusk. Time resumes its forward movement here, toward colder temperatures, darker beers, and shorter light, but the switch from atemporal introspection to the usual procession of events is fluid, suggesting we can move in and out of either mode at will—that, in fact, the two coexist, just like the inside world and the outside one, the soul and the universe. There’s a Wallace Stevens poem that begins, "The soul, he said, is composed / Of the external world." It ends claiming, "The dress of a woman of Lhassa, / In its place, / Is an invisible element of that place / Made visible." Glenn Jones might agree. At the very least, he knows what it means to make the invisible visible.

samples:

• In Durance Vile
• Mother's Day
• Portrait of Robbie Basho as a Young Dragon

 

20 March 2016

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Renowned Japanese innovators Boris and Merzbow have teamed up with Relapse for their new collaborative 2xCD/4xLP Gensho, one of their most daring collaborations to date.  Named after the Japanese word for "phenomenon," Gensho is a unique release featuring over 150 minutes of new music spread across two CDs and four LPs, available as two separate double LP sets or a deluxe 4xLP edition.

The Boris songs are completely new, percussion-less reinventions of classic tracks from the band's storied catalog, while Merzbow's songs are entirely new compositions. The two sets are intended to be played at the same time at varying volumes so that the listener can experience their own "gensho/phenomenon" every time. As with every Boris/Merzbow collaboration, the only thing to expect is the unexpected, lending the album near-infinite potential for aural discovery and encouraging direct interactivity with the listener rarely found in such unconventional music. An untouchable paroxysm of noisy, droning experimentation!

More information can be found here.