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Tor Lundvall
YULE
Tor Lundvall Announces a "Ghost Ambient" Release for the Yule Season
Electronic music artist Tor Lundvall is enjoying something of a breakthrough year in 2006, his Empty City album of evocative "ghost ambient" tracks generating his highest critical attention and fastest sales to date. Tor's music was heard this month on NPR radio stations by 200,000 listeners, on the famous "Hearts of Space" radio program.
Announced today is Tor Lundvall's next release, a limited edition EP called Yule, described as "snowy soundscapes and celebratory songs for the season."
Tor explains with his Yule EP he has attempted to capture "another side" of the holiday season than the typical Christmas album, offering all original compositions in a "blurred and distant," slightly melancholic form.
Release date for Tor Lundvall's Yule EP is set as Thanksgiving 2006. It is to be a numbered limited edition of 333 copies, and will be available only directly from the label at www.strangefortune.com.
Make it a "ghost ambient" Yule this year and get in your preorder for Tor Lundvall's Yule EP:
http://strangefortune.com/cd.php?id=2811
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artist: Deerhunter
title: Cryptograms
catalog #: krank104
formats available: CD
CD UPC Code: 7 96441 81042 0
Release Date: January 29, 2007
Content: Cryptograms is the second full-length offering from Deerhunter, and their first for Kranky. The album took almost two years to finish and was the product of emotional, physical, and financial strain on the group. The result is an album that finds the band shifting from discordant catharsis, and forming a sonic identity that completely expresses the place from which they have arrived. The album functions in part as a study in duality and the concept of the same experiences seen from two angles, present and past. The most obvious manifestation of this is in the chronological sequencing. The first half of the album was recorded first unsuccessfully in 2005. These recordings were a blur at best, wordless and bordering on psychological atrophy. The sessions failed to provide anything tangible, and were racked with technical and personal problems, including out-of-tune pianos, panic attacks, and a tape machine that seemed to fail to capture the full spectrum of ambience the band was exploring. The band returned home, having failed, and considered giving up. The idea arose to give it one last shot and exactly one year from the date of the recording of their first self-titled LP at a small studio in rural GA, they returned to that same studio and plugged in. The session resulted in the first half of the record which was recorded in one day and completely filled the reel of tape they brought with them. Cryptograms’ first side begins with an introduction leading to the title track, and ends with the tape literally spinning off the end of the reel in the middle of a drone layered with bells and accordion (“Red Ink”). The second half of the record, also recorded in one day, in the November of 2005, represents the band in an entirely different state. “Spring Hall Convert” opens with the line, “…so I woke up…” and introduces a set of focused psyche-pop songs fixating on adolescence, illness, and failing connections.
Context: Deerhunter began in 2001 with the ambition of fusing the lulling hypnotic states induced by ambient and minimalist music with the klang and propulsion of garage rock. The band has weathered chaotic line-up changes, the death of a member, and much discouragement. Their live performances almost always leave audiences polarized, and have been referred to by Karen O of the yeah yeah yeah’s in NME as bordering on “a religious experience.” They are based in Atlanta.
Track Listing: 1. Intro 2. Cryptograms 3. White Ink 4. Lake Somerset 5. Providence 6. Octet 7. Red Ink 8. Spring Hall Convert 9. Strange Lights 10. Hazel St. 11. Tape Hiss Orchid 12. Heatherwood
Quote: "…a massive, psych-heavy, art-damaged five-piece, and one of the most inspired new bands we've heard in quite a while. Deerhunter's forthcoming Kranky debut -- not to mention their absolutely fucking insane live shows-- is likely to make them one of the most talked-about bands of 2007." Pitchfork 10.23.06
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Précis is home-recorded, and the hermetic warmth and flayed edges of its creation become part of this music in an intimate way. Pioulard plays brisk autumn marches at Janschian speed while leaves and waves and tiny lights build up a thin swirling of lofi electronic noise around. His low croon is the timeless, orchestrated sound of British folk singers, leading, but always just part of the mix, nestled and mumbled in a golden vagueness. Weaker tracks are surprisingly the ones least bogged down in the smoke and mirrors of Pioulard’s bedroom production, ones where the vocal and guitar seem at competition in an anxious clinging to his mopey, jangly structures. The aching ballads and death shanties of “Palimend” and “Together & Down” work best, leafy static layers hanging above the boy with guitar, pulling him up and along with a spooky separation.
Titles “Coup de Foudre” and “Sous la Plague” emphasize the sublime evocations of such heady atmosphere; the singer in these songs is a participant only as much as he is swept away and disintegrated. Songs are suite-like or heavily cyclical, smartly straying from emphasized refrains or dynamics that would simplify or materialize the atmosphere’s glittering hover. Pioulard is an excellent writer of moods, and whether his lyrics are clichéd or unintelligible, the melancholy sentiment, autumnal glory and earnest pleadings of his songs come through in a refreshingly direct way. Despite European posturing, his images of spirit-filled desolation and romantic death feel easily approachable, universal beauties with youthful hope that I can believe in.
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Perhaps Planet Mu's clearest attribute is founder Mike Paradinas' willingness to put out diverse releases from artists he believes in regardless of where they lie on the electronic music spectrum. Yet as this budget-priced compilation demonstrates, it's also the label's most obvious weakness.
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Crushing drone and noise into a static mash, John Schofield (if indeed it is him, the credits are sketchy) builds a formidable psychedelic wall on this cracked three-tracker.
The middle untitled piece of this three-tracker clambers along rusted arthritic grooves, its face in a pillow bellow sounding like a reversing engine grunt. But it’s the first and last of these three tracks that satisfy the most, finding a space between isolationism and monochrome psychedelia. Flirting with Haino-esque notes run through a Dead C filter, the loose metallic strings ring out like spiralling bells through the dimness. The unpeeling, shining black sounds deep inside these two pieces takes them light years away from run-of-the-mill feedback sourced rust jobs.
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The first track, “The Mangler,” is actually a couple of different pieces in one. Starting as a slow and menacing soundscape where Braxton and John Olsen duel with their saxophones like two jungle cats. Around them sheets of metal and electric humming adds a truckload of danger to the piece. The din simmers for about 20 minutes with the four players feeding off each other magnificently. There is a lot of restraint shown by all of them and when the performance finally bubbles over into “Stabbed in the Face” it hits with a lot more fury than I had anticipated. Nathan Young’s and Mike Connely’s vocals sound more cutting than the razor sharp feedback that erupts throughout the whole set. I’m sure if I played the disc any louder I’d be bleeding.
For the encore Braxton is asked whether he’d prefer “Leper War” or “Black Vomit” to which he gleefully demands the latter, although the sleeve notes list it as “Rationed Rot.” From his tone of voice (and indeed his playing) it is obvious that he is having the time of his life. The noise may be unsettling but the vibes from the players are good. All four are clearly enjoying themselves immensely and on the very odd occasions when the crowd are audible, it sounds like they’re enjoying themselves too. When the music ends I almost end up applauding myself!
When compared to much of the Wolf Eyes catalogue, the production on Black Vomit is crystal clear. Each of the players is given space to breath in the mix instead of it being one mess of sound. The only problem is the brevity of the performance; I could listen to this for a lot longer. However, that’s something I expect of Wolf Eyes now, indeed the short performance adds to the power of the punch and there’s always the “repeat” button. Along with Human Animal, Black Vomit has renewed my faith in Wolf Eyes after some very stale releases by them.
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I think one critic who claimed Demoriane couldn't sing hit the nail on the head: she's clearly not an academically trained vocalist of any kind. This, of course, wouldn't make much of a difference in the world of '80s pop music because so many bands used their less than perfect utterances to give them a distinct personality. That was, however, the advantage of a pop music unrestrained by classical influences. Demoriane was called a "bar-room Marlene Dietrich" and I think it is that aspect of her musical inclination that sets her apart from anyone around her at the time. Her music, their arrangements and their overall effect, remind me of a parody of French pop: her world is the French world seen through a twisted looking glass populated by mod subculture and Warhol-ian kitsch. Listening to her music and visualizing her personality, it's not hard to imagine why she was so often scoffed at and also praised for semi-torch singer pretensions.
In a way I think she must be mocking her entire gimmick and embracing it lovingly at the same time. She covers Neil Sedaka one moment and Yoko Ono the next, covering a song dedicated to a fetus, no less. She croons as if she's reaching for the right notes, but her voice never quite makes it. It isn't any less attractive for that reason, something in her stretching, sometimes cracking delivery is endearing, filled with all the whimsy and absurdity I often associate with the world of theatre or broadway: everything is lit up and exaggerated a thousand times more than is needed precisely because it is meant for a stage. So when the live tracks that are tacked onto this album begin, it's hard not laugh with her as the musicians behind her stumble through odd and awkward approximations of MOR melody and she tells little stories in an accent so thickly Parisian that it must've been faked for added hilarity.
If it sounds like I'm panning the record, I'm not. I enjoy listening to Demoriane's strange imitations of popular music and I especially like to laugh along with her when she decides that she can't keep the front going on much longer. Most of the record is held up by the especially entertaining live performances, of that there is no doubt, but listening to the studio recordings really distinguishes Demoriane as an entertainer of several shapes and sizes. I'd expect to hear her live work in a bar somewhere, but her album cuts are strange and skewed somehow and the weird factor they exude are enough to keep them intriguing. Her personality shines through every minute of the album and is probably the most attractive thing about her music. If there's one negative thing to say about her, it's that the music can only be taken in doses. I'll listen to it here and there for entertainment, but can't see recommending it as an essential part of anyone's collection. It is an oddity in a sea of them, but one that flirts with popular much more than anyone I can think of.
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I'm not blaming Satan for this, nor the Marquis de Sade: I wouldn't insult either of them with an accusation like that. Clearly, however, this foursome has some issues that desperately need to be sorted out. Among them are repressed sexual desires for forced sodomy, tendencies toward extreme sadomasochism, including an expressed interest in watching the torture of children, and myriad of other violent tendencies that add up to a listening experience not worth the paper the lyrics were printed on. I've read things that I think most people would find offensive and tend to be able to stomach even the most extreme of graphic images, but Urgehal leave it all out on the table without reference, rhyme, or reason. I suppose that's part of the appeal: their music is unhinged, divorced from organized thought, sympathy, or even the slightest hint of humanity.
The music is standard black metal grind: fast guitars, fast drums that typically mimic the buzz and thrash of the guitars, and a bass player who matters about as much as the song writing does. It's nothing to write home about and becomes repetitive about three songs in. That's all there is to say about the music and that leaves me, unfortunately, with a band whose opening lyrical statement is, "This is satanic black metal" and whose artwork has been dominated by extremely violent acts on an absolutely ludicrous scale. At some point, when all the violence and supposedly "evil" morality that drives bands like these swells up and becomes violence for the sake of violence, I have to stand back and try hard to laugh because my only other option is to take them seriously. I imagine that's exactly what the band wants, so I'll make a suggestion: don't buy this band's record precisely because they represent outdated modes of thought that are so completely disgusting that even Anton LaVey and his Church of Satan would be hard pressed to represent it. This doesn't represent Satanic anything, it represents a bunch of frustrated, undereducated, over-sexed, mistreated, anti-rational, pro-violence imbeciles with nothing to say but that which will shock the most people. This is as stupid as music and performance gets. Even if this is an act, and somehow I doubt it is, it's a bad one that should be cast into the halls of bad taste and pure ignorance forever.
I know not everyone is willing to conform to a standard and that not everyone thinks rationally and I can just hear all the black metal fans out there arguing that this stuff is pure hatred and should be appreciated for how pure and raw it is, as thought it were a documentary of some kind. My only reply is that even Satan was rational and all this chaos worship is just the helpless cry of people too stupid to understand that. Any number of claims any of these bands make to true Satanism, to reality, and to the facts of the matter are the results of frustration: they're the helpless utterances of talentless songwriters looking for something to shock us all with because their critical skills don't extend far beyond their own willfully limited views. I can understand the attractive elements of violence, the beauty some people see in the moment before death or in the rebellion against traditional morality, but there's nothing new under the sun, after all, and if I really cared to experience such brutality second hand, I'd go pick up a copy of Georges Bataille's Story of the Eye or de Sade's Philosophy in the Boudoir and get some intellectual stimulation while I was at it. Without that stimulation, without that eye towards understanding, all that's left is adolescent rebellion and that's the least interesting, least effective, least convincing kind of all.
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KOREA SOUNDBLASTER
GEISHA POP FARM
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Busan is burning, sushi-monsters roar for food in the distance…Welcome home!
This music has mutated directly from the fires of hell and if you choose to
step inside the secret world of Korea's most enigmatic noise-geishas, you will be
drowned into their catastrophic debacles of sound.
Cataclysmic laughter.
In exactly 33 minutes and 33 seconds your universe will be reduced to
a few grains of dust.
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IM NAMEN DER KLEINKUNST
DOM EK 026 3"CD (limited edition of 100 copies)
Elisabeth went home to look up information on piano tuners' lives in the 1970s and found nothing.
Dieter said, there was plenty of information on the design and construction of Super 8 equipment,
but there was little on people tuning the piano.
Some are married with children, living out in the suburbs. Some are dead.
Then Elfriede came for a visit and things fell into place, but Bauknecht was struck
by a hit-and-run driver on his way home to Café UFO one evening In 1977.
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Tom Jenkinson hasn’t abandoned the obtuse drum programming and gobsmackingly impressive bass playing but these Squarepusherisms are used to counterpoint the more accessible song structures. Accessible might be too weak a word, Hello Everything is infectious. Right from the start with “Hello Meow,” there is an upbeat and captivating sound produced. Jenkinson arranges the piece beautifully; it builds up from a simple (by Squarepusher standards) drum beat and adds cheery and bright synthesiser and vibraphones. It is a damn fine piece that captivates all that is great about Squarepusher without relying that much on old tricks.
It’s hard not to smile or dance while listening. Many of the beats on this album actually are possible to dance to without suffering from whiplash afterwards, a novelty for Squarepusher!
Jenkinson explores a wide range of musical avenues throughout the disc. Some of the pieces use hardly any electronic equipment like samplers and synths: “Theme from Sprite,” for example, is a jazzy number that is nearly all “real” instrumentation. Of course the bass features prominently as Jenkinson shows off his skills by starting off simple and finishing with a complex flourish. At the other end of the spectrum there are completely electronic droning soundscapes, the best being the album’s closer “Orient Orange” which sounds like a fifties sci-fi soundtrack but more unnerving and paranoid. As for the rest of the album, it sits somewhere in between these two examples with Jenkinson using various permutations of instruments. It is interesting to hear him play the type of music that I normally associate with all out electronic programming and sampling on normal instruments. For instance, “Circlewave 2” sounds somewhere between Ennio Morricone and Jenkinson’s older material which is a strange but, once I’ve heard it, logical combination.
Early copies of the album come with a bonus 3” CD, Vacuum Tracks. The five pieces included here are all variations on the same spacey sounding synth patterns found on the piece “Vacuum Garden” from the main album. This companion definitely isn’t the best work I’ve heard from Jenkinson. “Vacuum Garden” works well as a single track in the context of the album but a whole EP of alternative versions is excessive. Sure, each version is a bit different to each of the others but there is not enough variety or enough going on within the pieces to warrant so many versions. Still, it’s a bonus and I suppose I can’t gripe about it too much.
Hello Everything wouldn’t be my fave Squarepusher release but it certainly is one of the more enjoyable albums in Jenkinson’s back catalogue. It's easy to listen to yetit still retains the integrity—a hard balance to keep . I’d be surprised, especially with the current media interest in him recently in the UK, if he didn’t see a return to popularity with this album.
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There is a distinctly eastern and exotic quality to the music on Bluster, Cragg, & Awe. There is a universal and old quality to the songs, like the album is an ancestor of modern music. The opening piece, “Nag Clef Seatpoint” exemplifies this with a chorus of echoing voices chanting to the past with bells and drones adding to the atmosphere. It is a wonderful piece. Alas, disappointment comes soon after in the form “Moor Edge Hush,” a dull piece based on a few repeating motifs, mainly a piano line and whistles with glitches and accordions and/or harmoniums drifting in and out. After the attention grabbing “Nag Clef Seatpoint” this piece nearly sent me to sleep.
The rest of Bluster, Cragg, & Awe goes up and down in quality. I found there are two problems with Nirmala. The first is that he sometimes uses very boring sounds that no amount of jigging about in the mix can help. The other is that he sometimes uses very interesting sounds in boring ways. On “The Burning Moon” there is a sample of bagpipes that he processes to smithereens. Sometimes it hits the mark but a lot of the time it takes away the charm from what I think is a smashing instrument that is overlooked far too much. When the album finally gets back on track, I realised something strange: when Nirmala sounds like no one else he is boring but when he sounds like any number of a droning soundscapists he is captivating. While I applaud his adventurousness, I am afraid it rarely does anything for me. One moment where his idiosyncratic style and I agree is on "Faleaflowstreem" which captures the sentiment of floating along a river through an idyllic landscape with its flowing drones and cascades. It's a stunning piece of music.
One thing I enjoy about the album is the sound of the recordings. They sound deliciously low fi. However it doesn’t sound like Nirmala has roughened up the music just for the sake of ambience, instead it sounds like it was recorded using some slightly battered equipment that Nirmala managed to squeeze some nice recordings out of. There is the odd crackle and hiss which makes much of the music sound like it was found in a dusty cupboard and not a project from the last few years. This ancient feeling goes well with the primal music.
Some of the pieces I could come back to again and again but as an album it doesn’t gel. A large chunk could be dropped from the middle and I’d be happy. It’s unfortunate albums like this that make me consider to move with the times and get an MP3 player so when on the move I can just bring the tracks I like. As it is, I find it hard to listen to this album all the way through without skipping tracks. I know there’s talent here but it’s not always clicking with me. It’s a shame but perhaps it will grow on me.
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