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I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of glorious nostalgia when I heard of this project. Justin Broadrick on guitar, Bill Laswell on bass, and Dr. Israel on vocals immediately brought me back to circa 1996-1998, where nearly every non-noise album I picked up had Laswell involved in some way, and I was pretty heavy into the Wordsound catalog at the time. Also, once I realized there was a distinct drum ‘n bass presence here via Submerged and Enduser, I was hoping for something great, but fearing something too rooted in the past. Luckily, my opinion is the former.
Recorded in no less than seven different locations in the UK and US,there is a bit of disparity in the sound, because it is the product of long-distance collaboration.It’s never distracting though, but it does lack the cohesion of a few of Broadrick’s other "super groups", Ice and God.Instead, it is more reminiscent of some of Techno Animal’s best moments, before they became too heavily reliant on running breakbeats through distortion pedals.
Perhaps this is personal bias, but I think Broadrick’s presence is the most individualist here.The guitar tone is unmistakable, and is more reminiscent of the earlier grind influenced Godflesh than the more shoegazy Jesu sound.Tracks like "Blinded" and "Breakaway" have that dirty, feedback-ridden tone that could be from Pure-era Godflesh, easily.However, "Transcendent" and "Repositioned" show the newer, more textural side of his playing that’s in line with the more pop leaning sound of Jesu stuff.
Dr. Israel’s presence is also a definitive one, his vocals alternating from hardcore dancehall toasting to spoken word, to more traditional hip-hop influenced vocalizing, sometimes within the same track."Blinded" alternates between dancehall and almost metal influenced vocals, matching the track’s shift between ragga drum and bass and industrial textures.The aforementioned "Repositioned" sees the good doctor speaking the lyrics more than anything else, and the rhythms taking a more Middle Eastern turn.
The electronics and production courtesy of Submerged and Enduser are definitely worth mentioning as well.Other than Broadrick’s singular guitar sound, the dirty, grimier take on drum and bass definitely brings the 1990s genre into the 21st century.Tracks like "Breakaway" features hyper-speed rhythms that wouldn’t have been out of place on an old Digital Hardcore record, but with far more depth and variety in production, leading out to textural sound collages and raw synths."Wounds Against Wounds" alternates between machine gun snare blasts and slower, more traditional electronica oriented rhythms.
I’m not sure if this is really just a one-off project or something that portends future albums, but I’m hoping it’s the latter.Perhaps it was just the participants that gave me warm memories of tracking down releases on Wordsound and Subharmonic back in high school and feeling giddy whenever word of a new Techno Animal 12" was announced, but it doesn’t just feel like rehashing old ideas.While I do hear parallels in the sound to the likes of early Techno Animal, Ice, and Scorn, never does it sound like anything but a product of the modern era.
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On their first release, this international trio (hailing from the US, UK and Switzerland) approach the world of electronic improvisation from an organic and synthetic perspective, with home made electronic instruments played live and then resampled in real time, where one artists output becomes another’s raw material. The trio of Django Voris, Moritz Wettstein, and PJ Normal do approach the world of krautrock with a different strategy than most, and the results are both dizzying and compelling.
Opener "Complacency and Wasps" starts up with bits of voice echoing around various software patches, along with a lost techno recording being put through the proverbial ringer.The beats and synths are present, but almost completely unrecognizable, and eventually are brought a bit more out into the opening, only to be shredded and replaced with digitally harvested '70s funk recordings.What resembles a heavily processed bit of scum guitar noise and electronic rhythms also appears amongst the other elements.There’s some music in here somewhere, but it’s not easy to find.
The bitcrushed rhythms and rattles that open "F8 Bit Waves" give a consistent rhythm to the piece that are constant, but have a distinctly brittle and grimy sound, like beats that have been buried for years and, once excavated, must be treated with the utmost care.A fragile analog drum machine and a broken Rhodes organ come in and duet later, but all retains a mechanical, frail quality, with the entire piece sounding like it was being heard through a long metal pipe.The title track uses enough old school drum machine loops and overt synth sounds to channel Kraftwerk, and the rhythms stay rather traditional throughout, even with the laptop skitterings and warmer synth pop elements arising.
The fragmented analog loops and polyrhtyjms of "Paris Gun" push the short track into almost a Latin jazz realm, with a decided lo-fi processed sound at the end.The long, 12+ minute "99% + 1% Space" channels in hollow ambiance and machine gun drum machine swells at first, but the entire piece resembles prog rock inspired ambiance for its initial moments, while the closing bits of heavily processed disco, electro, and pop music, among other genres, sounds more like the death throes of an mp3 player spitting out pieces of files before reaching its demise.The closing "Washed Up On Sure" keeps a steady disco thump throughout, even with a digital glitch sheen over it.The beat stays consistent, but all of the other instrumentation around it is intentionally messy.
It is definitely not an album in the traditional sense, but Murky Circuits is unified by that consistent feel of sound being created and immediately dissected digitally, crafting a style that really requires full attention to be truly appreciated, but with a sound that is compelling enough to warrant focus.
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As some part of the Acid Mothers Temple nexus of forward thinking rock musicians in Japan, Junzo Suzuki’s Miminokoto keeps the psychedelic freakout tendencies in check, but the trio isn’t afraid to push their folksy sound into rawer, less conventional territory. Compared to his recent Pieces for Hidden Circles, the full band setting helps to create a more diverse and rich tapestry of sound that bears his mark.
Recorded live at three different locations in Tokyo between late 2008 and early 2009, it sounds far more like a coherent album rather than live recordings in various settings.The opening traditional of "Ame To Yuki" starts mostly as rudimentary rock:basic guitar strums, sparse percussion and vocals, with melodic bass appearing later on.For the most part, it keeps mellow until the ending segments, which turns on the effects and throws a bit of chaos into the mix."That Spiral Orbit" treads similar ground, but with some fuzzy, wah-wah’d bass that turns the funk up some, but not too much.The dynamics shift from relaxed and minimal to tenser, loud moments, but not dramatically so.
"Teiji Romen" sets sail for jazzier territories, focusing on the rhythmic pulse of Takuya Nishimura’s bass and Koji Shimura’s drums, with Suzuki’s guitar acting more as a subtle punctuation, before all three of them launch into some great harsher moments later on.Both "1-3-5" and "Remember" go back into a more conventional rock framework, the former mixing electric guitar playing and rhythms, and even allowing for some jazz-based guitar soloing towards the end.The more somber "Remember" immediately called to mind "Another Day" from the first Cure album as a possible influence, in both its sound and emotions conveyed, later building in complexity from the interplay of instruments.
The closer "A Whirlpool of Light" takes its influence more from Tago Mago era Can than anything else.Opening slow with delicate guitar and tom-tom drum flourishes, it later morphs to a more dramatic sound, with impassioned vocals and clattering percussion leading the charge into rapid fire, but complex and dense rhythmic structures.It is perhaps the most "different" of the tracks here, and I personally think it’s a brilliant closer to a great album.
Sonically this is perhaps one of the most "normal" things I’ve had come across my desk in recent months, but it’s far from boring or overly conventional.Instead, it’s a warm and inviting disc that isn’t an exercise in unnecessary complexity, nor is it overly esoteric, but is just the right vibe of familiar and innovation.
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Emeralds' guitarist Mark McGuire tends to record and release new works at a somewhat superhuman and overwhelming pace, most of which are extremely limited and scattered over a number of different labels (making life pretty damn hard for the casual Emeralds fan). Thankfully, however, Weird Forest have stepped in and reissued two of Mark's better hopelessly unavailable tapes, now remastered by the ubiquitous James Plotkin.
Tidings (2007) and Amethyst Waves (2008) were both originally released as cassettes on Emeralds’ own Wagon imprint and are composed simply of multi-tracked solo guitar recordings.The opening piece ("A Matter of Time") is the aberration in the bunch, as it does not sound much like a guitar at all, opening with out-of-phase, totally fuzzed-out chords before evolving into a fragile, watery, and wobbly coda that sounds like a heavily processed melodica at times.It is quite striking once it settles down, as McGuire’s looping chorused and delayed web glistens hypnotically as chords swell languorously beneath it.Another unique thing about that song is that it starts with a movie snippet ("When you stepped on the law, Maurice, you stepped on me.")that sounds far more like a harbinger of sludgy, detuned bass and blast beats than bedroom Kosmische psychedelia.McGuire must have an odd sense of humor.
The other piece from Tidings ("Along the Coral Reef") begins with a similar flurry of stuttering, panning blurts of fuzz.Very quickly, however, it morphs into one of the things that McGuire is an undisputed master at: jangling, bell-like harmonics.The Amethyst Waves tracks elaborate further upon that love of intricately constructed thickets of clean notes, and dispense almost entirely with the more heavy-handed effects like distortion and panning.As such, it is a bit less varied than its predecessor, but also significantly better (and more conspicuously virtuousic).While the Tidings pieces slowly morphed from one distinct section to another, the two songs from Amethyst Waves instead hypnotically expand upon a single motif until it becomes such a ridiculously complicated lattice of harmonies and textures that my synapses begin to fry when I try to deconstruct it at all.McGuire’s work doesn’t quite connect with me on an emotional level, but it instead achieves a vibrant and mesmerizing mantric repetition on the final two tracks that leaves me a little bit awestruck.
Unfortunately, there is a slight catch, as the four pieces included are a little bit amorphous and similar sounding.The amorphousness (most noticeable on Tidings) is somewhat easy to understand, given the original format—each track needed to fill one side of a cassette.The sameness issue is a bit thornier though.McGuire is a very imaginative guitarist, but there were clearly some textures he heavily favored during this period.That wouldn’t normally be a problem, but the best and most memorable parts of the last three songs are either built upon strummed harmonics; snowballing, densely harmonized patterns; or both combined.That is an extremely minor grievance though—as far as solo guitar albums go, it truly does not get much better than this.
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Nearly a decade ago, Jim Thirlwell released a pair of instrumental albums under the then-new guise of Manorexia on his own Ectopic Ents label. While he hasn’t released anything new from the project since, he has been steadily shaping the Manorexia sound into something rather far removed from its origins through a series of sporadic performances arranged for chamber ensemble. The Mesopelagic Waters is the end result of those efforts, re-envisioning a selection of those embryonic tracks as a harrowing and skillfully rendered modern classical suite.
The mesopelagic region of a body of water is where it begins to get deep and dark, but not so much that no light penetrates.It makes for an oddly chosen title reference, as I am mystified as to where Thirlwell is seeing any light: this is an unrepentantly churning, visceral, and disturbed album.There are certainly some quieter moments strewn about, but they are never, ever placid.In fact, Jim’s transition into a serious classical composer (other artists in Tzadik’s composer series include Harry Partch and Luc Ferrari) seems to have only increased his disquieting power.Thirlwell hasn’t settled down, he has merely replaced his somewhat garish ‘80s horror movie electronics with violently sawing cellos, violas, and violins.
Those strings form the core of the album, and Thirlwell and his fellow arrangers wield them expertly (no surprise given the album’s lengthy gestation period).Felix Fan’s cello ominously fills the low-end with simple, sinister-sounding patterns, David Broome’s piano veers effortlessly between queasy impressionism and bursts of ferocity, and the violins carry the melodic weight with uncomfortably dissonant harmonies.It all intertwines beautifully into a textural masterpiece of sorts, as the musicians wrench a staggering array of drones, scrapes, creaks, throbs, shimmers, rumbles, and stabs from their instruments.Thirlwell himself generally stays in the background as a performer, contributing occasional samples and very rare (or very inconspicuous) keyboard enhancements.The samples are often integral to the atmosphere though, particularly the slowed-down motorcycle engine and chilling scraping and grinding of the drolly-titled "Tubercular Bells."
The Manorexia aesthetic, in general, is based upon slow-building repetition and escalating tension.Most of these pieces only contain a few distinct motifs, but Thirlwell is quite adept at turning relatively simple repeating ideas into something organic and exciting.The central melodies are not where the action is—Jim’s artistry lies in how the surrounding music ebbs, flows, lurches, and pounds around them and how dissonances are impishly added and subtracted in an endless chess match of tension and release.
While the eight compositions here are almost invariably haunting and wonderful, Thirlwell’s most stunning achievement here is as a producer.The Mesopelagic Waters sounds massively, impossibly dense during its more cathartic moments.In fact, it sounds like the whole damn world is collapsing during the apocalyptic crescendo of "Tranque," a feat that not many people besides Scott Walker can convincingly pull off.Obviously, composing "serious" music is relatively new for Jim, but he has an intuitive understanding of dynamics and gut-level power that seems miles ahead of both his peers and his influences: music this nightmarish needs to explode out of the speakers and that is exactly what it does.
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Rhythm is often a matter of togetherness. It binds songs like mortar, measures melody and harmony, marks the entrances and exits of instruments, and draws distant ideas into close proximity, if not for the sake of a single voice, then for the sake of single performance or a unified work. Though they are a quartet of two contrabasses, percussion, and guitar, Sult rejects that mode of timekeeping on Svimmelhed. Repeated patterns and measured distances are supplanted by an anatomical focus, on the particulars of steel and nylon strings, plastic drum heads, and wooden bodies. Sult break the gluey qualities of their instruments into atomic elements, then separate and catalog them like isotopes or tints and shades of a mother color.
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Recorded in Oakland, California, Svimmelhed (Danish for "dizziness") is a transatlantic collaboration between the Bay area’s Jacob Felix Heule and Tony Dryer, and Oslo, Norway residents Håvard Skaset and Guro Skumsnes Moe. All four have recorded together in the past, as part of the Bay/Oslo Mirror Trio, a sextet that also featured double bass, guitar, and drums. Their history goes some way in explaining why Sult sounds like such a meticulous and concise project. Their focus on the extra-rhythmic properties of rhythmic instruments explains the rest. Although they improvise throughout the album, the big ideas governing those improvisations are relatively clear, of which the primary guideline might be rendered as, "Disassemble your instruments into their component parts, then play those parts as if they were the album’s lead voices."
Those voices get something close to a solo for the 17 minutes that constitute the middle portion of the album, from "Døren II" to "Uvel." Bows are drawn heavily across strings, so that they sound like saws cutting through metal and drum heads are stretched and warped to the point of breaking—it’s a cacophony, but a surprisingly quiet and transparent one. The detail of each pop and raspy collision comes through even as they are played to match the volume of a pin drop. "Snylter" and "Uvel" are even more granular. Short, muted runs up and down the guitar combine with the sounds of shuffled paper and muted cymbals, some of which hover in silent space, and the crystalline ring of strings played near the pegheads fall around long, severely scraped bass performances so closely mic’d they sound esophageal. "Jern" and "Døren I" bookend the album with extended group improvisations, where the aim is more communal. The same techniques found in the middle portion are utilized across two 13-plus minute experiments that pull the point-of-view back, exposing not a band sound, but a musical continuum that begins with rhythm and ends someplace much broader.
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Magnus Granberg’s fourth composition for Another Timbre—and second album under his own name—borrows its title and some of its musical material from Irving Berlin’s "How Deep is the Ocean," written in 1932 and recorded through the years by such luminaries as Ella Fitzgerald, Judy Garland, and Julie Andrews. Anyone who just listens to the music, however, might not realize that, because Granberg also looked to Satie’s "Deuxième Préludes du Nazaréen" for rhythmic inspiration. "Nazaréen’s" slow, even movements and muted dynamics are an obvious model for the suspended animation of Granberg’s hazy textures. The link to Berlin’s jazz standard resides less in its melodies and more in its lyrics, which pose a series of questions as an answer to the song’s first line, "How much do I love you?" Nobody sings on How Deep is the Ocean, How High is the Sky?, and it doesn’t pose anything like an obvious question, but the album’s unusual instrumentation and constantly shifting sound chip away at easy musical distinctions in the same manner that Berlin’s lyrics try to answer a question for which words are rarely sufficient.
Unlike anything Irving Berlin ever employed, Magnus Granberg’s orchestra is made up of nine musicians, not including himself, more than half of whom play an instrument that is approximately 400 years old. The chitarrone, bass recorder, viola de gamba, spinet, and baroque violin stick out almost as historical curiosities, especially on an album that sounds like it belongs more to this century than to anything in even the last 150 years, and which counts analogue synthesizer, prepared piano, various electronics, and unspecified objects among its instruments.
In an interview on the Another Timbre website, Granberg explains that the spinet player, Christoph Schiller, suggested using period instruments to reflect the music scene in and around Basel, where the album was recorded. The degree to which his suggestion succeeds depends on what the listener knows about Basel, Switzerland and the Schola Cantorum Basiliensis. The more immediate impression is that of deliberation and careful listening. Sounds often come one at a time, or in small increments, and at low volumes. Gestures wind up into the air then drop into silence like they’re tied to bowling balls. Mouse-like scampering occupies the place normally reserved for percussion and very slight electronic distortions murmur in the background as if they’re trying to be quiet during a lecture. The formality betrays the degree to which the music is composed, the seeming randomness of its development speaks to the improvisation on display. The album’s middle portion, especially around the 28 minute mark, is particularly formal. The sequence of events could have been scored for a radio play or a very tense theatrical scene, but it’s just one passing moment among many, perhaps an example of synchronicity and perhaps a calculated outcome.
The second, maybe less obvious impression is that of distillation, or of haunting. Satie and Berlin haunt the music in the sense that Granberg invited them to haunt it, but their presence isn’t obvious. Knowing that they are there at all helps only a little. Their remains are neither purified nor concentrated in the resulting concoction. Instead they are experienced at a remove, either as historical fact or as concealed musical ingredient. What’s left is a ghostly expression of emptiness, of instruments played in a museum, or of music sealed behind glass, which is not to say that it sounds artificial. At times the opposite is true: the music seems to play itself, or it presents itself as a physical fact, the consequence of gravity, solar flares, jet streams, and tidal forces. The human element slips into the depths and the elemental features of music, condensed into a few representative examples, float to the surface—where they tick away like a perfectly engineered clock in an empty room.
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Winged Victory's second full-length album is an hour-long score composed for a dance piece by the Royal Ballet's resident choreographer Wayne McGregor, but the line separating such an endeavor from AWVFTS's traditional activities is thin at best.  First glimpsed earlier this year with the slightly more experimental Atomos VII EP, Atomos offers exactly the sort of the slow-moving, neo-classical melancholia that I have grown to expect from Adam Wiltzie and Dustin O’Halloran, but with some subtle, yet significant, evolution in both their compositional approach and their instrumental palette.
Atomos does not waste any time in showcasing how Adam and Dustin have grown as a duo, as the opening "Atomos I" is arguably the boldest and most fully realized departure from their past work on the entire album.  However, in Winged Victory's world, such changes are very relative: most of the piece still sounds an awful lot like glacially moving ambient drone made with organic instrumentation like piano and strings, but there is a bit more sharpness, clarity, and overt sense of purpose this time around.  "Atomos I" is much more than a bleary, pastoral reverie, as the warm, churning strings boast an unexpected nakedness and prominent physical presence and build to a darkly melodic crescendo that is far more indebted to Philip Glass (albeit not so bombastic) than Victory's previous Satie- and Eno-esque leanings would have led me to expect.
The remaining pieces are rarely that dramatic, however, though the album mostly maintains a lovely and languorous sense of beauty slowly billowing up from warmly static drones.  For the most part, the first half of the album all blurs together pleasantly in that vein, though Wiltzie and O’Halloran sometimes build up to a gentle simmer.  There are some exceptions, however, the most notable of which is "Atomos V," which gradually snowballs from a shimmering pulse and a wonderful one-finger piano melody into a lushly beautiful crescendo of ascending strings.  Things immediately cool back down again (somewhat), but the rest of Atomos is never quite the same again, as the remaining pieces are considerably more prone to drama and other divergences from the duo's earlier droning.
Both "Atomos VI" and "Atomos VIII" stand out as being particularly dark and forceful, incorporating unexpected touches like static; shuddering masses of strings; throbbing underlying tension; and dark, vaporously dissolving violin arpeggios.  The album later reaches a second crescendo of sorts with "Atomos X," which builds from a quavering, crackling, and pulsing synth intro into one of the album's stronger minor key string arpeggios.  This time, however, the duo depart from their traditional minimalist patterns to delve into some bittersweet harmonies and a lovely descending melody that dissipates into a coda of chattering, garbled voices.  That is probably the melodic and artistic zenith of Atomos’s arc, but the remaining two pieces do a perfectly fine job of bringing the score to a satisfying conclusion, taking the album to a propulsive and sweepingly melancholy climax before resolving into simple and elegant final act centered around a naked, sharply realized two-note violin pattern.
While I am left with several perplexing questions ("Why is there no 'Atomos IV?', "Why didn't they choose a more striking piece than 'Atomos VII' for the teaser EP?", and "Could this have been even better if they had kept working with Ben Frost?"), none of them are serious enough to hamper my enjoyment at all. Sound engineer/collaborator Francesco Donadello does a fantastic job making Winged Victory sound more crisp and alive than they generally have in the past and it is difficult to imagine anyone who would not concede that Atomos reaches higher highs than the duo's self-titled debut.  It is a true rarity for a film or dance score to hold its own as a stand-alone album or even to favorably compare to an artist's other work, since such music is inherently intended as background or a mere part of a larger, multi-sensory whole.  While Atomos is not entirely impervious to those intrinsic problems, it tends to transcend them more often than not, resulting in an effort that is probably the duo's single finest showing to date.
 
 
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Current 93 dreamt by Andrew Liles: Like Swallowing Eclipses 6LP box set
Appearing for the first time on vinyl are the complete highly acclaimed Andrew Liles remixes of the first five classic Current 93 albums. Andrew Liles has reimagined Nature Unveiled, Dogs Blood Rising, In Menstrual Night, Dawn and Live at Bar Maldoror. Also exclusive to this set is a sixth LP, Haunt Invocation (Apadno) which is a remixed version of Faust and A Special Plan. These influential albums by Current 93 are regarded by many as groundbreaking and innovative; building upon this Andrew Liles has redreamt and reimagined these pieces with the flair and vision that he is renowned and respected for.
All the records in this 6LP set come in individual covers and a beautiful spot varnished box and are adorned with astounding artwork by David Tibet and photographs by Simona Dalla Valle. STRICTLY LIMITED TO 1000 COPIES WITH NO REPRESS.
- LP1: Nature Revealed
- LP2: Dogs Blood Descending
- LP3: The End of Red Dreams
- LP4: Dead at Bar Maldoror
- LP5: Dusk
- LP6: Haunt Invocation (Apadno)
The box set is available for purchase from solitary singer-songwriter Andrew Liles, who—together with David—murdered, with exultation, C93’s multi-platinum back catalogue and made us made for loving you all. It is also available from the source (to whom great thanks) of this beautiful box set, Steve Pittis’ record label, Dirter. It is not available from Coptic Cat.
Current 93: Two extraordinarily beautiful box sets from Vinyl on Demand
These two box sets are nearly ready, and will be on display at the C93 London shows, though it is unlikely that copies will be available for sale there—the copies on display are being sent by express by the manufacturer. Please note that these box sets are not available from Coptic Cat or Jnana Records, but only from VOD.
The VOD press release is as follows:
VOD74: CURRENT 93 4LP Unreleased Rarities, Out-takes, Rehearsals and Live 82–95
shown above: the box for Volume 1 and the sleeve for one of the records
VOLUME 1: Wooden box set, with embossed cover of blood-red C93 symbol, of David Tibet’s Current 93 project includes two LPs with unreleased rarities, out-takes, rehearsals and demos dating from 1983–1995 as well as another 2 LPs with four performances from Amsterdam (1984), Hamburg (1985) and Tokyo (1988). Also contained is a beautiful silkscreened poster made out of hand-made paper produced in Nepal. The box will also contain a metal badge and will be accompanied by a 28-page booklet, with embossed cover, full of very personal photos personally selected by David Tibet from his archives. The booklet itself manifests a journey back in time to the first 15 years of Current 93’s existence. Members will recieve an additional bonus 7“ with two songs from the 1988 Reykjavík performance and the complete London concert at the 100 Club from 1985.
VOD75: CURRENT 93: 4LP set including ‘CHRIST & THE PALE QUEENS, MIGHTY IN SORROW’, ‘THE RED FACE OF GOD’, ‘EMBLEMS’ and ‘AS THE WORLD DISAPPEARS’
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VOLUME 2: Wooden box set, with embossed cover of blood-red C93 symbol different to that on Volume 1, of David Tibet's Current 93 project will contain ‘Christ and the Pale Queens’ plus ‘The Red Face of God’ as a Double LP; ‘As the World Disappears’, released for the first time ever on vinyl, and finally an official release of the legendary ‘Emblems’ LP, which has until now only existed as a test pressing. ‘Emblems’ was originally going to be a single LP of material that was only released on the now-deleted 2CD ‘Emblems’, but it never progressed beyond a very limited run of white vinyl test pressings, which are now ferociously rare and expensive. The box will also contain a metal badge (a different badge to that in VOD74) and will be accompanied by a beautiful booklet, with embossed cover, with very personal photos selected by David Tibet from hi s archives; this booklet is totally different to the one in VOD74. Members will also receive in addition a long-sleeve Current 93 T-shirt.
At David Tibet’s express request, the covers for all the LPs have been supplied by the wonderful German, Berlin-based, artist Uwe Henneken, who has used C93 album, and song, titles for many of his extraordinary creations. For more information on Uwe, see this page and also this one.
There is a limited quantity of the pictured deluxe silkscreened and embossed fine linen folder to complete and protect the 2 wooden boxes which can be bought from VOD. (Those VOD members who have subscribed to all 12 releases of 2010 receive the linen folder for free.)
All records of VOD74 and VOD75 will also be sold seperately as stand-alone records in a very limited edition of 231 copies each.
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Way back in 2006, Chris Herbert released the excellent Mezzotint on Kranky, an album that established him as one of the most compelling drone artists around at the time.  Since that hugely promising beginning, however, he has remained largely dormant, surfacing only rarely and struggling to find the time to work on new material.  Thankfully he eventually found it, but this pair of releases did not come easily, as they are both culled from material dating back to 2007.  Despite that period of inactivity and the patient composition process, however, Herbert is remarkably still at the top of his game.  Aside from some parts of the Wintex EP, these new pieces perhaps lack some of Herbert’s earlier melodic immediacy (listen to Mezzotint’s "Let’s Get Boring!"), but he more than compensates for that through hypnotic depth and rich texture.  In fact, I think at least one of these releases may very well be a masterpiece.
Herbert seems to be quite an unusual and fascinating fellow, as he has described himself as a "dedicated non-musician" who "works in a near vacuum."  Also, he has recently embraced intuitive composition and noted that the cryptically named Wintex-Cimex is primarily inspired by "radar, dying stars, aeronautics, ailing short waves flickering in the troposphere, [and] the ghost of JG Ballard."  The sounds that he has conjured up for Wintex certainly seem to back all of that up quite decisively, but it is unexpectedly the more conventionally accessible of these sister releases, as these four songs beautifully immerse their darker, colder, and more techno-horror tendencies within some very warm and quavering minimalist drones.  At times, the comforting warmth completely gives way to leave only the lonely, eerie sounds of crackling electronics, but they always remain reassuringly close enough to keep the cosmic horror at bay.
At the risk of sounding faintly hyperbolic, all four of these pieces are spectacular and unique.  At the moment, I am most in the thrall of "Vactrol," as I love how it opens up into a sublime vista of processed skittering, echoing clicks and warbles, unrecognizable floating sounds, and snatches of almost-voices.  Each of the other three pieces make a fairly strong case for stealing the show in their own right, however: "Soft Quasar" has its hissing, enveloping warmth; "Nuvagapak" has its deep, alien exhalations; and "Nunki" sounds a great electronic dub piece that has been spat out of a black hole unrecognizably stretched and strewn with twinkling shards of cymbals.
Wintex-Cimex 83 is absolutely essential.  No one else is making drone music like this and it seems unlikely that anyone else could.  Herbert's attention to detail and avoidance of cliché is quietly amazing.  Also of note, Wintex-Cimex 83 is currently inexplicably free, as Room40 has a wonderful recent tendency to release impressive and unusual teasers in advance of their more substantial releases (Lawrence English's field recording albums being another wonderful recent fruit of that tactic).
Ostensibly, Constants is the more substantial, significant release, though the brilliance of Wintex calls that intended hierarchy into question a bit.  At the very least, it is longer (it is a full-length).  Also, it is a bit more adventurous artistically, pushing Herbert's vision a bit further still from conventional drone.  What that means, essentially, is that there is less to immediately grasp as beautiful.  Instead, Constants sounds like it would have been an absolutely killer soundtrack for Andrei Tarkovsky's Solaris or Kubrick's 2001.  While a handful of pieces like "Cinders" share the warmth and melodicism of Wintex (despite the apparent presence of several malfunctioning droids), a significant portion of Constants sounds very "deserted and presumably haunted space station." Herbert's greatest achievement in that niche is hands-down "Cité Radieuse," which bolsters a constantly shifting and undulating organ-esqe drone with a peripheral atmosphere that calls to mind slowly pulsing, flickering lights; the hiss of broken valves; the shuddering of a damaged hull; and the crushing melancholy of space.  It is a truly haunting work in all regards.
Nothing else on Constants quite captures that magic in an immediate, compartmentalized way, though the rest of the album is littered with a number of other striking passages, like the muted, dissonant horror of "Zona" or the unexpected and surreal appearances of subtle wildlife and water sounds late in the album.  Ultimately, however, Constants’ success is as an immersive, masterfully sequenced whole.  I probably listened to this album like four times without quite realizing the scope of Herbert’s achievement, as I was initially drawn in solely by the more conventionally musical pieces.  Now that I am giving it more attention, however, I am finding that I cannot possibly listen to it loud enough or often enough, as there is so much going on and it is all so complexly multilayered and shifting and vibrant that my mind reels.
I suppose Constants is solely for the true connoisseur: Wintex-Cimex 83 is for those simply looking for a unique and wonderful drone album (I am generally such a person myself), but Constants may actually be the more haunting and memorable mindfuck (and headphone album par excellence) for those willing to devote the necessary time and attention to unlocking its secrets.  For now, I still probably prefer Wintex-Cimex 83 (I am a sucker for warm, melancholy drone, I am afraid), though I already like Constants dramatically more than I did just last week, making it a very promising dark horse for one of my favorite albums of the year.  This is the very definition of a slow-burner.
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With two different generations of Italian electronic artists coming together, Maurizio Bianchi and Dedali stick closer to its title than the more industrial tinged harsher noise I was expecting.  The four pieces hint at Bianchi’s initial new age-y sound from his late 1990s reappearance, but manage to stay on the good, experimental side of that, with Dedali’s contributions providing a contemporary sheen.
The four song cycle has a distinct flow, from lighter moments into darker dissonance and back again by the end.  The first piece is mostly light electronic pinging, with a haze enshrouded melody underscoring it.  The tones are subtle, and build upon each other during each piece, becoming less melodic as the piece progresses.  Dissonance sets in, pulling the passages into elongated, sputtering outbursts that still maintain the gracefulness that defined the early minutes.
The shorter second piece is where the duo recruit the most conventional new age sounds.  Largely exacerbated by the piano, dramatic electronic sweeps do manage make things bleaker than Yanni could ever get, but there are tentative steps in that direction.  The lighter moments brilliantly slip away towards its end, as the light synth sounds slowly drift from ringing bells into rattling chains, transitioning well into darkness.
The darkness continues into the third composition.  Expansive, wobbling electronics make the mood clear, and slowly the music becomes more sinister and hollow as it goes on.  Ghostly rumbles and harrowing emptiness keep it moody.  The bells that appear in the closing minutes have a certain cliché, yet endearing horror movie score sense to them. The final work keeps the aforementioned bells, but the duo lead off with a harsher, almost power electronics noise drone that contrasts very well.  As it continues, the piece's mood lightens, with the more aggressive layers peeling back to end on a gentler note, much like the album began.
While I know Bianchi has moved in softer directions from his dour early 1980s records, Dedali’s work that I have heard has been more harsh and aggressive.  Blending these two, Elektro Tones remains in a softer, hazy space wavering between cloudy ambience and cavernous darkness.  It is for this reason that it managed to not fall into the noise or dark ambient rut it could, thanks to MB and Dedali’s compositional skills and sensibilities.
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