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22nd May 2013

Transcendental Weaponry

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(Photography by Kevin Baluff.)

In 2013, minimalism is making a lot of sense. Fire, too.

It’s hard to describe why brass can sometimes be such a great communicator, but certainly in the right hands and lungs a honking saxophone can be supremely lyrical. This horn’s thudding, pulsing bleats are industrial and rusty. It sounds like sunken submarines and rotting war weapons singing. Its overtones are caustic.

Weird how this voice can sound even more human when it’s forced through the factory-like valves and bends of a baritone sax, when it sounds like the very tones are corroding as they’re breathed through the machine. Maybe this description makes the music sound ugly, but that’s certainly not the case. It’s rough-around-the-edges soul music as much as anything.

For everyone who lost the faith in Constellation Records around the time every provincial support band you saw were dying to be Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Colin Stetson is a sacred enough reason to be renewing your vows.

Colin Stetson – High Above a Grey Green Sea

More beautifully unpolished diamonds can be found in 2013 in the form of Mats Gustafsson’s ferocious Fire! Orchestra. The cunningly titled Exit! is two side-long commitments to sax-as-transcendental weaponry.

You may have last heard Mats’ sax coiling itself around Neneh Cherry in our Best of 2012 rundown. Here, it’s just one of 28 separate elements swirling and stampeding in a totally live mix. Amazingly the musicians manage to avoid the common mistake in free or semi-improvisational music of fighting for every inch of space like their balls depend on it and actually listen to each other. And it just gets better and better. Where Stetson threads minimalism through his saxophone-led pieces, Gustafsson floods his with lava.

Buy Colin Stetson’s  New History Warfare Vol. 3: To See More Light

Buy Fire! Orchestra’s Exit!

 

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20th May 2013

Ecology of Eden

Featuring:

Stellar OM Source

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Having spent almost two weeks trapped in the throbbing FTL Drive of Stellar OM Source’s Joy One Mile has led us to develop a theory about the constitution of its sound. Here we outline this theory, contrast it with the reality of its making, and find a poetic way of integrating both things.

The theory:  There is something about the elements of Joy One Mile and how they fit together that fascinates us. Their essence is artificial but their form is organic. They define the framework for a dance, but the connection between the parts wiggle, have a flexibility and a slack; they are loosely coupled in such a way that the reality of the song mutates with every listen, like particles that jaunt when Heisenberg pays them too much attention.

We contend that the reason for this is that Joy One Mile, made as it was with machines, and encoded as it is in a more or less stable digital or analogue substrate, is nevertheless not a physical system but a (xeno) ecological one.

We have created a taxonomy of the many alien species that inhabit it purely through their noises and songs. The four to the floor rhythm of ponderous herbivores with legs as tree-trunks, the broken wail of feline-like predators camouflaged in their angular patterns, the hi-hat staccato of social insects as they build totem-like hives, the melody of paradise birds cavorting under a saffron sunset, and the pervasive hum of vegetation transforming light into growth.

Together they form, through complex feedback loops of matter, energy and empathy, a harmonious ecosystem. Each of the songs you hear in Joy One Mile is a day, a week or a season in the alien planet where this ecosystem is set – it is the sound of this place playing itself. It is a pretty place. Proteus comes to our minds, again.

The reality: The biography of Christelle Guaraldi aka Stellar OM Source outlined in RVNG Intl.’s excellent press release describes her ‘unlearning’ of the knowledge acquired in formal studies of electro-acoustics, music theory and architecture, and classical practice. Her joining of a tribe of synthesiser navigators, and her serendipitous acquisition of a mint Roland TB303 for a very cheap price indeed, the eventual deployment of this machine in live environments to generate what would become the kernel of the songs in Joy One Mile. The rearrangement of these songs by Gunnar Wendel (aka Kassem Mosse): their liberation from Guaraldi herself.

An integration: Each of the milestones in the process through which Joy One Mile came into being is a phase transition, an environmental shock inducing a mutation in the ideas and emotions on which it is founded. These mutations are path-dependent because they contain within them the history of all that came before. The outcome is stochastic, but structured, like the trajectory of a living system.

There are schema for buildings that become electronic cathedrals. The arrival of a strange technological attractor jolting the situation with its exogenous acid shock. A migration to a live environment where the instant feedback between creator and collective becomes another selection mechanism.  The induction to (invasion of) a techno civilisation.

After this odyssey, we should not be surprised to find to find the sonic manifestation of these ideas and feelings coming across and together strangely but naturally, like beautiful parts of the ecosystem we describe at the beginning. Or like music arrived from humanity’s distant future, if we save ourselves.

Perhaps Joy One Mile is not just a beautiful ecosystem, but also a history, and a prediction. We can but hope.

Stellar Om Source – Elite Excel (Kassem Mosse Remix)

This remix of Elite Excel is included in a 12” you can acquire here. It precedes the release of Joy One Mile on June the 11th. Pre-order it from RVNG here.

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17th May 2013

Chicago Sprawl

Featuring:

Thug Entrancer

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This is a post about mid-90s Asian cinema, late-80s cyberpunk and Footwork.  This is how it goes down.

Though Wong Kar Wai’s Chungking Express was often pilloried for its sentimentality, its true calling was as a mainline to a vision of Hong Kong beneath all the hyper-capitalism.  While the idea of Tokyo as a living embodiment of Cyberpunk was pretty well established as a trope by now, it was the street level bustle of Hong Kong that nailed the feel.

Cyberpunk’s appeal was never really its science.  Wetware and the Matrix were undoubtedly fucking cool but it was the characters that sprung up — as a fleshy mirror to the brutality of the trans-national corporations — that felt like the ‘big idea’.  As pulp-y as they often were, the placeless, de-socialised privateers that populated Gibson’s Sprawl trilogy were the hook.  For every conniving Zaibatsu there was a nihilistic punk destroying their body for love and/or profit (thus making them a terrible nihilist).

Chungking Express had plenty of this.  Characters spirited away from their neighbourhoods at the whim of global corporations.  Vague, disinterested and displaced people, coalescing briefly around a single place.  What the film captured was just that, an unerring sense of place and that place felt like The Sprawl.  A warren of memories and sounds and machinations and chance.  It’s opening sequence: a nervous repetitious melody and an overcast sky couldn’t have encapsulated this better.

To Chicago and a machine assisted quest towards complexity for complexities glorious sake.  Footwork could sometimes sound like dark AI’s computing the Universe but it was the street-level hacking of sound that perhaps allows it to most seamlessly slip into this patchwork.  Snatches of nostalghia over something hyper-modern.  Attempts to bend dancers to its will with varying degrees of success.  The beauty is in the game though, the battle between the machines with their programmers and the rhythmic battles that they fuel.

Sometimes all I ever want to do is listen to Footwork.

Thug Entrancer‘s Death After Life -1 is at the heart of all this.  As achingly sad and grandiose as Wong Kar Wai’s super-urban melodrama; as brutally light-footed as anything out of Chicago and as evocative of The Sprawl as I’ve heard in a long time.  The reverb heavy horns are the thing, the hook, the single sound that wrenches me back to Hong Kong, back to a childhood idolising hackers and that weird brand of fin de siecle tech utopianism.  The hand claps are the thing,  reminder that this is dance music, that dance can be attrition and war and exhilarating.

Thug Entrancer – Death After Life – I

Thug Entrancer’s latest EP, Death After Life, is out now on Laser Palace.  You can pay-what-you-want here.

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