terça-feira, 19 de junho de 2018

The Budos Band ‎– The Budos Band II (2007)

Style: Afrobeat, Funk
Format: CD, Vinyl
Label: Daptone Records

01.   Chicago Falcon
02.   Budos Rising
03.   Ride Or Die
04.   Mas O Menos
05.   Adeniji
06.   King Cobra
07.   My Girl
08.   Origin Of Man
09.   Scorpion
10.   Deep In The Sand

Bass – Daniel Foder
Bongos, Congas – Rob Lombardo
Congas – John Carbonella Jr.
Cowbell, Claves, Tambourine – Dame Rodriguez
Drums – Brian Profilio
Flute – Daisy Sugerman
Guitar – Thomas Brenneck
Organ [Farfisa Electric] – Mike Deller
Saxophone [Baritone] – Jared Tankel
Saxophone [Tenor] – Cochemea Gastelum
Shekere, Tambourine – Vincent Balestrino
Trumpet – Andrew Greene, David Guy
Mastered By – Steve Berson
Mixed By – Gabriel Roth, Thomas Brenneck
Recorded By – Gabriel Roth
Executive Producer – Gabriel Roth, Neal Sugarman

The Budos Band's second album, much like their first one, is practically an archeological dig. They've broken down through all the strata of the post-punk/post-disco era to uncover the fertile soil of late 1960s and early 70s Afrofunk and soul-jazz, not to mention funky 70s blaxploitation soundtracks, 60s Now Sound LPs, Ethio-jazz and plain old superbad funk. The end result is something so hip it could kill you in large doses-in the right doses it just plain kills.
The Budos crew hails from Brooklyn, but their outlook is definitely global-- they somewhat restrictively term what they do "Afro-soul," which works well as a basic distillation of what they do and probably at least tells the right people to listen. It's strictly instrumental, but never showy, and they avoid protracted compositions-- there are no twenty-minute Fela-inspired burners on here, just a ton of memorable, concise tracks stuffed with compact solos and big themes played by a big horn section.
The band's rhythm section is truly fantastic. The bass is right in the pocket, the drums keep everything steady and driving, the judiciously employed hand percussion adds a gritty texture, and the guitar does everything from wah'd-out scratching to playing snaky, surfy leads. Checking over the songwriting credits, I was initially surprised to see Smokey Robinson's name in the credit for "His Girl", but listening closely, it is, in fact, based very loosely on "My Girl". It's so thoroughly altered that they could have gotten away with calling it an original, especially at this breakneck tempo, but either way, I'd be willing to bet Smokey never imagined his tune being blasted out by a smoking horn section over a chunky Afrobeat groove.
The band gets into Mulatu Astatke's Ethio-jazz territory on "Origin of Man", which cleverly references Mulatu's homeland of Ethiopia in its title. The dark, deliberate rhythm track is offset by a squealing organ and horns that have just a slight Latin tinge to them. There's not a bad track here, but my favorite might be "King Cobra", which opens with a cool, minor-key passage of film-noir guitar and busts into a crazed horror organ solo after the horns say their part. Opener "Chicago Falcon" has a wicked groove and excellent horn arrangement that pits legato passages against bursts of staccato. It's like the greatest library track DeWolfe never released in the 70s.
This is a supremely entertaining record, perfect for dancing, driving or just providing a soundtrack when you want to nod your head in time to something. The true secret to the Budos Band's success is that they keep it short and to the point. Only a few songs even make it past four minutes, and those are that long because they're able to sustain it. When your whole sound is based on the groove, keeping your listener wanting more is essential, and this does that. While it doesn't really represent a change from their first album, II is proof that the Budos Band's formula is good for a lot of mileage. I know I'll be listening a lot.                                                                              
Joe Tangari / Pictchfork

VA – Baku: Symphony Of Sirens. (Sound Experiments In The Russian Avant Garde) (2008)

Style: Field Recording, Modern, Political, Avantgarde, Poetry, Soundtrack, Radioplay
Format: CD
Label:  ReR Megacorp ‎– ReR RAG 1&2

1-01.   Arseny Avraamov - Symphony Of Sirens
1-02.   Velimir Khlebnikov - The Radio Of The Future
1-03.   Ivan Ignatyev & Ego-Futurists Group - The First Spring Concert Of Universal Futurism
1.04.   Mikhail Matiushin & Kazimir Malevich & Alexei Kruchenykh - Introduction
1-05.   Mikhail Matiushin & Kazimir Malevich & Alexei Kruchenykh - Act 1: Bully's Song
1-06.   Mikhail Matiushin & Kazimir Malevich & Alexei Kruchenykh - Acte 2: Petite Bourgeoisie
1-07.   Mikhail Matiushin & Kazimir Malevich & Alexei Kruchenykh - Other Excerpts And Final Opera With "Military Song"
1-08.   Dziga Vertov - Laboratory Of Hearing (From The Rumor Of A Cascade)
1-09.   Dziga Vertov - Laboratory Of Hearing (From The Rumor Of A Sawmill)
1-10.   Arseny Avraamov - The March Of The Worker's Funeral
1-11.   Nikolai Foregger & His Orchestra Of Noises - Mechanical Dances
1-12.   Sergei Prokofiev & Georgi Yakoulov - Factory
1-13.   Dziga Vertov - Radio-Ear / Radio-Pravda
1-14.   Konstantin Melnikov - Sonata Of Sleep
1-15.   No Artist - Pause-Sleep...
1-16.   Igor Severyanin - Overture
1-17.   Igor Severyanin - Echo
1-18.   Vasilisk Gnedov - Poem 14
1-19.   Alexei Kruchenykh - Dyr Bul Shchyl
1-20.   Vladimir Kasyanov & The Futurist Circle - Drama In The Futurists' Cabaret
1-21.   David Burliuk - The Family Of Vowels, Laughingly
1-22.   Elena Guro - Finland
1-23.   El Lissitzky - About Two Squares - A Suprematist Story
1-24.   Olga Rozanova - [Spain]
1-25.   H₂SO₄ Group - Dada
1-26.   Simon Chikovani - Tsira
1-27.   Nothingists - Manifesto From Nothingism
1-28.   Nothingists - Decree About The Nothingists Of The Poetry
1-29.   Vasily Kandinsky - To See
1-30.   Kazimir Malevich - Poem
1-31.   Olga Rozanova - Poem Without Title
1-32.   Daniil Harms - Lapa/Paw
1-33.   Igor Terent'ev - Endless Toast In Honor Of Sofia Georgievna
1.34.   Mikhail Larionov - Ozz...
1.35.   Psycho-Futurists Group - Zatirlikali Lirlyuki
1-36.   Vasily Kamensky - Poem To The Letter 'K'
1-37.   Varvara Stepanova - Rtny Khmole
1-38.   Roman Jakobson - Mglybzhvuo
1.39.   Roman Jakobson - Distraction
1-40.   Vasilisk Gnedov - Poem Of The End

Original Recordings:
           Enthusiasm! The Dombass Symphony
2-01.   Dziga Vertov - Untitled
2-02.   Dziga Vertov - Untitled
2-03.   Dziga Vertov - Untitled
2-04.   Dziga Vertov - Untitled
2-05.   Dziga Vertov - Untitled
2-06.   Dziga Vertov - Untitled
2-07.   Dziga Vertov - Untitled
2.08.   Dziga Vertov - Untitled
2.09.   Dziga Vertov - Untitled
2-10.   Dziga Vertov - Untitled

2-11.   Alexander Mossolov - Zavod, Symphony Of Machines
2-12.   Julius Meytuss - Dneiprostroi, Dneiper Hydro-Electric Power Station
2-13.   No Artist - Pause
2-14.   Roman Jakobson Reads Velimir Khlebnikov - Incantation By Laughter
2-15.   Alexei Kruchenykh - Winter
2-16.   Vladimir Mayakovsky - Naval Romance
2-17.   Lili Brik Reads Vladimir Mayakovsky - From Street To Street
2-18.   David Burliuk - House-Painter
2-19.   Sergei Esenin - Confessions Of A Hooligan
2-20.   Vasily Kamensky - The Way I Live
2-21.   Semën Kirsanov Reads Velimir Khlebnikov - Not To Panel!
2-22.   Lenin - What Is Soviet Power
2-23.   Anatoli Lunacharki - On People's Education
2-24.   Alexandra Kollontay - To The Workers
2-25.   Leon Trotsky - 10th Anniversary Of The Left Opposition
2-26.   Boris Pasternak - Night
2-27.   Anna Akhmatova - To The Muse
2-28.   Osip Mandelstham - Gypsy Girl
2-29.   Ilya Ehrenburg Reads Marina Tsvetaeva - You Walk, Resemblin Me
2-30.   Naum Gabo & Noton Pevsner - The Realistic Manifesto
2-31.   Dmitri Shostakovich - Radio Message
2-32.   Dmitri Shostakovich - Radio Broadcast Of The Leningrad Symphony

Hieroglyphic Being, Sarathy Korwar, Shabaka Hutchings ‎– A.R.E Project (2017)

Style: Electronic, Experimental
Format: Vinyl
Label: Technicolour ‎– TCLR 023

1.   The Doctrines Of Swedenborg
2.   Calling The Loas
3.   Dimensions Of Frequency & Vibrations
4.   Ashrams

Jamal Moss AKA Hieroglyphic Being - Electronics
Shabaka Hutchings - Saxophone
Sarathy Korwar - Drums

Ok so anyone with their ear to the ground may be aware of this. Last year Chicago's alt demi-god Hieroglyphic Being joined forces with percussionist / producer Sarathy Korwar (who fused traditional folk music of the Sidi community in India with jazz and electronics on his debut album “Day To Day”) and Shabaka Hutchings (the highly respected British saxophonist and co-founder of Sons Of Kemet, Mercury-nominated The Comet Is Coming and Shabaka & The Ancestors). They recorded a 100% live improvised session at the iconic Lightship95 studio moored at Trinity Buoy Wharf, London. They recorded over 2.5 hours of music across 2 sessions, with 90 minutes streamed live via NTS. Here we get some choice selections from the session, handily split across four tracks (vexaciously I struggle with naming improv sessions, posthumously, after the session has 'died', but hey that's just me - ed). "The Doctrines Of Swedenborg" gallops in on gentle percussion while sine tones beam down from the outer galaxies amid a gust of solar winds and squalls of space dust. Hutchings' sax weaves a delicate but evocative passage through the melee, elevating the track even further out of our Earthly reach. Very heavenly, and thus achieving its allegiance with the cosmos. "Call The Loas" continues the theme, with Jovian elements mixed with the typical, jarred rhythms we associate with Hieroglyphic Being and further embellished with that epic freestyle sax work. "Dimensions Of Frequency & Vibrations" sees the trio plummet into cavernous, pitch-black realms, rotating percussion patterns grinding and whirring against abrasive, caustic elements until a winding, mystic lead line comes darting in straight from Hieroglyphic's Maths+++ catalogue. "Ashrams" concludes in suitably spiritual form, a tribal mantra that calls to the gods. Featuring tough tabla fighting hard drum machine usage while an aggressive, staccato sax line fires up a storm. Excellent stuff here from three unchampioned kings of the leftfield - voodoo tech-jazz for the freaks, gremlins and cyborgs.
Fonte / Piccadilly Records

segunda-feira, 18 de junho de 2018

Everything Is Recorded ‎– Everything Is Recorded (2017)

Style: Trip Hop, Beatdown
Format: CD, Vinyl
Label: XL Recordings

01 Intro
02 Close But Not Quite
03 She Said
04 Wet Looking Road
05 Mountains Of Gold
06 Show Love
07 Echoes In The Bone (Interlude)
08 Bloodshot Red Eyes
09 Cane
10 Purify (Interlude)
11 Be My Friend
12 Everything Is Recorded

Drums, Percussion, Sampler – Richard Russell
Producer, Arranged By – Richard Russell
Engineer – John Foyle
Mastered By – Mandy Parnell
Mastered By [Assistant] – Hal Robinson
Mixed By, Programmed By – John Foyle, Richard Russell
Photography By – Ed Morris
Artwork – Maharishi Hardy Blechman

To best understand Richard Russell, watch him play “Please Forgive My Heart” in the studio with Bobby Womack. Outside of a few taps on his MPC, Russell’s almost not there, but as piano, bass, and drums move around the legendary soul survivor’s voice, his invisible touch provides the song’s underlying heartbeat. That unobtrusive quality helps explain how Russell has helmed XL Recordings into one of the lone record label success stories to be had in the 21st century, from signing a teenager named Adele to serving as the imprint that notoriously fussy artists such as Thom Yorke and Frank Ocean trust to press up their music.
While Russell put his own creative work on the backburner for decades, when he was diagnosed with the rare autoimmune disorder Guillain-Barré syndrome in 2013, he decided to focus on making music again. That didn’t necessitate a move from the background towards the spotlight. For his latest project, Everything Is Recorded, Russell has surrounded himself with the XL Junior Varsity Team—meaning no Adele or Vampire Weekend, let alone Frank or Thom, but a few appearances from Sampha, Ibeyi, and Young Turks-signed Kamasi Washington. The bigger names that do appear on this album follow a similar attention-deflecting strategy to Russell’s, with the likes of Peter Gabriel and Scritti Politti’s Green Gartside near impossible to pinpoint without a credits list. The ultimate effect of all that ego sublimation is a somewhat scattered album with quietly stunning highs, if not much of a centering force.
Russell’s niftiest trick is take the premise that “everything is recorded” to heart, relying on his sampler to make voices from generations past duet with new artists in the present moment. But “Close but Not Quite” winds up being too on the nose. The song springs from a studio session where Russell paired Sampha with a snippet of Curtis Mayfield, finding a common ground not just in their heavenly, heart-breaking falsettos, but also their “gentle soul[s], in an era where a lot of soul artists were quite macho,” as Sampha put it in a New Yorker profile. The juxtaposition of string-laden early ’70s soul with 21st century machine rhythms is intriguing, but when both gentlemen address the theme of “speak[ing] the unspoken,” they end up undifferentiated, their messages redundant across the span of time.
Russell does better when he chops up a sample of Keith Hudson, whose haunting, brooding music in the ’70s and early ’80s earned him the nickname “The Dark Prince of Reggae,” for “Wet Looking Road.” The gloomy atmosphere and desolate vocal from Hudson provides an ink-black backdrop for British rapper Giggs. Similarly, when Russell utilizes the slink of Grace Jones’ “Nightclubbing” for “Mountains of Gold,” the sparseness of the track allows space for Sampha, Ibeyi, and Ratking’s Wiki all to operate effectively around Ms. Jones.
The surprise sax solo from Washington that closes “Mountains of Gold” feels like an afterthought, though, tacked on to the end of the song. The same goes for “She Said,” which pairs Washington with recent Rising subject Obongjayar. It’s a more nimble showing from Obongjayar than the abrasive song on Everything Is Recorded’s 2017 EP wherein Obongjayar shrieked over a distorted din from the Bad Seeds’ Warren Ellis. Yet once again, Washington’s bold playing is reduced to a non-descript sax solo, made to grapple with a flatulent digital bassline from Russell.
The slower that Russell moves, the better for allowing the disparate components of Everything Is Recorded to settle into something exquisite, as on the gorgeous “Bloodshot Red Eyes,” an R&B ballad adrift in outer space. Quivering electric keys and a simple clap, plus a smattering of synthetic strings, are all that newcomer (and son of Ghostface) Infinite needs to send the track soaring. His voice transubstantiates heartbreak into something approaching the beatific.
The album’s other standout is “Be My Friend,” which also foregrounds Infinite, his voice layered this time so as to become a choir. Russell brings in a sample of Dallas preacher TD Jakes talking about the illusion of solitude: “It is possible to be alone and not live alone/It is possible to feel alone and not work alone.” It’s a poignant insight, but the same sample crops up multiple times across the album, so that by the time it lands here, it sounds like a rare miscue from Russell—a heavy-handed move from someone who’s trained us to expect a light touch.                                                           
 Andy Beta / Pitchfork

I'm Not A Gun ‎– Mirror (2008)

Style: IDM, Post Rock
Format: CD, Vinyl
Palette Recordings

01.   Longing Mind
02.   Arcanum
03.   Ghost Has Gone
04.   Four Steps
05.   Turning Circle
06.   Looking Into
07.   The Dance
08.   Bright View, Windy Blue
09.   9th Day
10.   Lacuna

Drums, Producer [Electronic Production] – John Tejada
Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar [Classical Guitars] – Takeshi Nishimoto
Mastered By – Hive, John Tejada
Written-By – John Tejada, Takeshi Nishimoto
Artwork [Graphic Design] – David Grey

John Tejada and Takeshi Nishimoto have been recording and performing together as I'm Not A Gun since 2003. With a trio of excellent records released on Berlin's City Centre Offices imprint, the duo are treating things as more of a family affair for their fourth effort, Mirror, putting it out via Tejada's own Palette Recordings. Those unfamiliar with the project may be taken aback at first: The finely wrought melodic techno that Tejada has become so widely known for is nowhere to be found in the mix, the synths and sequencers left at home in favor of more organic instrumentation; centered on a core of guitar, bass and drums, Mirror showcases a collection of downtempo gems that reference everything from jazz to IDM to ambient.  
Tracks like "Looking Into" and "Four Steps" sputter into existence in a cloud of chopped and screwed guitar samples before blossoming into a languid weave of interlocking guitar lines and head-nodding rhythms, and others, like the gorgeous "Bright View, Windy Blue," get right to the point, underpinning dense clumps of guitar chords and sparkling drones with the sort of galloping beats that would seem right at home on a Mice Parade release.  
The album resembles a stripped-down revision of the revered Chicago post-rock ensemble Tortoise at times, while at others it veers towards the sort of electronically augmented instrumental pop trafficked in by Christopher Willits. But despite all of this unabashed eclecticism, Tejada and Nishimoto never fail to hit their mark, making Mirror conspicuously free of filler. Of course, Tejada's masterful production skills make the album worth a listen on their own merits. With every instrument crisply recorded and situated precisely in the mix—not to mention a judicious approach to the use of effects—Mirror is a real treat for the ears.  
Even though Mirror isn't really much of a departure from the duo's previous releases, it does find Tejada and Nishimoto refining their techniques and solidifying their signature sound. What's refreshing is that they aren't pushing themselves for the sake of the "new," instead opting to do what they already do so well: crafting lush instrumentals that are a welcome respite from the constant thump of the dance floor and a perfect soundtrack for the morning after.
Fonte / RA 

I'm Not A Gun ‎– Everything At Once (2003)

Style: Abstract, Future Jazz, Post Rock
Format: CD, Vinyl
Label: City Centre Offices

01.   Jet Stream
02.   Frequent Syndrome
03.   These Thoughts Break
04.   Long Division
05.   Monovision
06.   Make Sense And Loose
07.   Search For Sleep
08.   Drunken Anecdotes
09.   Dazed In The Moment
10.   Vacant Sky
11.   Flash Bang Imagery

Guitar, Bass – Takeshi Nishimoto
Guitar, Drums, Bass, Recorded By, Mixed By – John Tejada
Written-By, Producer – John Tejada, Takeshi Nishimoto
Mastered By – Loop-o
Photography By – Markus Knothe
Cover – Aesthetic Investments

O projecto I’m Not A Gun emana um tiro à queima-roupa que segue as pegadas dos discos anteriores da City Centre Offices (onde podemos encontrar, entre outros, Opiate e Denzel + Huhn) . “Everything at Once” é a eminente alvorada da dupla Tejada/Nishimoto que decidiu refugiar-se nos “relaxes” de fim de tarde para produzir um disco viajado: a Los Angeles de Tejada, a Fukuoka (Japão) de Nishimoto e a Berlim da City Centre Offices misturam-se num fértil cruzamento de referências.
Com dezenas de singles (mais de quarenta!) editados e formação clássica, John Tejada costuma estar associado ao techno californiano (como Dj, remixer, produtor, ou dono de pequenas editoras), à electrónica, à bateria e à guitarra. O japonês Takeshi Nishimoto é conhecido essencialmente como o guitarrista de excepção que é (o que já lhe valeu avultadas distinções) muito devido ao seu ar multifacetado que o faz trabalhar frequentemente na música clássica, jazz e electrónica. A colaboração entre os dois é por isso um importante e inovador desenvolvimento (no conteúdo e na forma) de ambos os músicos numa área em que não costumam trabalhar frequentemente. Tejada ficou encarregue das programações, bateria e guitarra, enquanto que Nishimoto ficou com o baixo e (também) com a guitarra. 
“Everything at Once” é para muitos o eco desenvolvido do som que já ficou conhecido como o de Chicago, mas a verdade é que se estende e transforma muito para além desse estereótipo. E podia ser apenas jazzrock com pitadas de folk music, mas não, é mais do que isso. É um disco orgânico em terra electrónica. É a experimentação dos instrumentais descontraídos com recurso aos instrumentos rock clássicos (e por isso mesmo, cada vez menos utilizados) e uma abertura de mente em relação a uma música ambiental simultaneamente livre e autónoma. Mas também pode ser menos do que isto. Pode chegar a ser enfadonho e a conter uma monotonia sonolenta. Chegar a pedir mais e a ficar-se pelo mesmo. Mas não, também não será bem assim. “Everything At Once” é, afinal, um conjunto de temas onde se distinguem o inicial “Jet Stream”, o jazz-indie-folk “Search For Sleep” ou “Long Division“ mas onde poderia ficar de fora, por exemplo, “Make Sense and Loop”. Não que este seja um mau tema, mas a sua saída asseguraria uma continuidade e conformidade maior ao álbum, que o beneficiaria em muito. Este não é um daqueles discos que o tempo se encarregará de apontar como uma marca, mas não deixa de ser interessante assistir a um certo bel-prazer da dupla Tejada/Nishimoto ao fazer música assim. 
A arquitectura rítmica e o consequente jogo guitarra/bateria/baixo são explorados de forma eficaz, e muitas vezes com enorme sentido de correspondência. Vagueando por deliciosas improvisações instrumentais e texturas sonoras de primeira água, este disco deixa claro que o jazzrock, ou também aquilo que se convencionou chamar indietronica, consegue continuar a mostrar novas perspectivas deixando de lado algumas “utopias” recentes sobre tudo o que gira em torno de Chicago.                                        
Tiago Gonçalves / bodyspace

domingo, 17 de junho de 2018

I'm Not A Gun ‎– We Think As Instruments (2006)

Style: Downtempo, IDM, Post Rock
Format: CD, Vinyl
Label: City Centre Offices ‎– Towerblock CD 033

01.   Soft Rain In The Spring
02.   Ripples In The Water
03.   Move
04.   Long Afternoon
05.   A Letter From The Past
06.   Rush Hour Traffic
07.   Unseen Moment
08.   Blue Garden
09.   As Far As Forever Goes
10.   Continuous Sky

Bass, Sarod, Written-By – Takeshi Nishimoto
Drums, Bass, Written-By, Producer, Mixed By – John Tejada
Guitar – John Tejada (tracks: 4, 9, 10), Takeshi Nishimoto
Mastered By – Lupo
Design – Artificial Duck Flavour
Photography By – Mark Oxley

Following the release of 'Our Lives On Wednesdays' it was hard to see where the ever prolific John Tejada and Takeshi Nishimoto could take their I'm Not A Gun Project... Yet rather than being precipitated by a lack of ideas, the potential stale-mate arose through their combined talents having given birth to an almost perfect album. We assure you; hyperbole doesn't even come into this. So what have they gone and done with 'We Think As Instruments'? Played a f*cking blinder, that's what. Adopting an approach which sees Tejada's white-hot programming skills coming more to the fore, 'We Think As Instruments' allows a fluid exchange between a spectrum of electronics and traditional instrumentation that is both utterly exhilarating and intuitively reciprocal. Opening with 'Soft Rain In Spring', Tejada and Nishimoto cast a web of digital filament which revels in its own fragility, before a exhalation of humid bass, chiming guitars and live drumming coalesce into a svelte piece of music that has real force despite its semi-skimmed constituents. Downing some high-protein aural fodder, 'Ripple In The Water' emerges from some gorgeous piano and fizzing electronics to deliver a striking sermon on the power of instrumental music, with staccato rhythms whipping a frenzied peak from a muted palate (think Mogwai but forced to ditch their scarred-sky operatics). Elsewhere, 'Blue Garden' displays Nishimoto's sublime finger-skills through a beautiful swirl of creamy instrumentation, 'Continuous Sky' refracts what sounds like distant vocals through a faraday's cage of buzzing static and broiling drums, whilst 'Rush Hour Traffic' is the sound of a hard-drive caught in a summer cloud burst. Shotgun!
Boomkat review 

quinta-feira, 14 de junho de 2018

Lucrecia Dalt ‎– Anticlines (2018)

Style: Experimental
Format: CD, Vinyl
Label: Rvng Intl.

01.   Edge
02.   Altra
03.   Tar
04.   Atmospheres Touch
05.   Errors Of Skin
06.   Analogue Mountains
07.   Axis Excess
08.   Indifferent Universe
09.   Concentric Nothings
10.   Hello Tanz
11.   Glass Brain
12.   Liminalidad
13.   Eclipsed Subject
14.   Antiform

Over the past decade, the albums of Colombian musician Lucrecia Dalt have moved steadily away from playfully experimental indie pop into increasingly deeper levels of abstraction. There was a marked shift between 2009’s tuneful Congost—released under a previous alias, the Sound of Lucrecia—and 2012’s murkier Commotus, whose abiding sense of mystery recalled Argentina’s Juana Molina. By 2013’s more electronic Syzygy, her songwriting began to feel like it was tracing the shape of overgrown ruins; melodies jutted to the surface only to be subsumed again in drifting synths and thickets of reverb. 
On Anticlines, her sixth album, the former geotechnical engineer’s metamorphosis is complete. Anticlines takes the scraped drones and ethereal tone clusters of 2015’s Ou and distills them into cryptic miniatures reminiscent of the spectral frequencies summoned decades ago by Daphne Oram, of the BBC Radiophonic Workshop. The palette is suggestive of rubbed wineglass rims, faraway theremins, fields of crickets; it is punctuated by small, dissonant explosions of what might be guitar or a plaintive pump organ. Silence yawns: “Concentric Nothings” is fashioned out of what sounds like a quarter spinning to rest on the floor of a vast, empty chamber, while “Axis Excess” isolates a sound that could be stalactites dripping. The beats, when they occur, are slow, metallic pulses loosely rooted in coldwave and industrial music, though that link feels more like an accidental byproduct of her electronic tools than anything she might have intended. Nothing about Anticlines could be construed as a genre exercise. Quite the opposite: The album’s aesthetic is so singular that it feels like something she has dreamed into being. 
Anticlines would be fascinating enough had she left it at that: an exploration of strange, mercurial ambient music with a mind of its own. But what makes this a truly special record is its vocal dimension. A world away from her singing style on previous albums, Dalt’s performance here combines captivating spoken-word passages with subtle vocal processing that sounds like the product of a chromed larynx. Just six of the album’s 14 tracks foreground vocals, but they comprise the record’s emotional and conceptual core. Her lyrics draw upon the language of geoscience and quantum physics—“Glass Brain” nods to the Boltzmann brain paradox, the theory that the universe might be a self-aware system—to unpack metaphysical questions about the nature of being. Those queries double as ruminations on the poetics of boundaries and the limits of communication itself. “Could it be found in errors of skin/Could it be found in gardens of dust,” she asks in “Errors of Skin,” seeking the secret of existence in a concatenation of things (“masses of big,” “leanings of self,” “multiples of stupor”) whose curious grammar suggests the divine hand of an artificial intelligence. 
On the opening “Edge,” she speaks from the perspective of el Boraro, a mythological beast said to suck out his victims’ insides and then, blowing through a hole he has pierced in the tops of their skulls, fill them full of air and send them on their way. There’s so much going on here that it’s almost dizzying. There’s the clinical nature of her musing, which is something like the opposite of body horror (“What does the body want except to pass blood through tiny vessels and keep the whole shape intact?”). There’s the unmistakably erotic tenor of the way she enters her interlocutor, pressing against “the inside of your navel, the slippery side of your throat.” And then there’s the sound of her voice itself: a strange, zig-zagging sing-song at once reassuring and unsettling. 
There are hints of Laurie Anderson’s incantatory style in her measured tone, but Dalt’s diction is unique. Rushing and slowing unexpectedly, her voice moves like eddying floodwaters seeking a vacuum to fill. In the background, hard-panned clusters of tones sound more like pools of light than notes; a high whine could be air escaping from a leak. The album’s title refers to a kind of geological formation, but Anticlines has more in keeping with the properties of matter as it shifts from liquid to gas and back: It’s an album full of interstitial forms that flicker in between fixed states, and its magic lies in that liminal no-man’s-land.
Philip Sherburne / Pitchfork 

segunda-feira, 11 de junho de 2018

Dustin O'Halloran • Hauschka • Jóhann Jóhannsson ‎– Transcendentalism EP (2012)

Style: Modern Classical, Minimal
Format: CD, Vinyl
Label: 130701 ‎– LP13-19Tracklist:

New Works
1.   An Ending A Beginning
2.   Spark
3.   Glíma
Live Recordings
4.   Opus 28
5.   The Great Escape
6.   The Cause Of Labour Is The Hope Of The World

Limited, tour-only, hand-numbered 12" EP. 300 copies. 

4 : performed live at Oktaven Audio (New York, September 18th 2009) 
5 : performed live at The Great Escape / Brighton Festival '130701 Records Showcase' (Brighton, UK, May 12th 2011) 
6 : performed live on KCRW's 'Morning Becomes Eclectic ' (Santa Monica, CA, February 7th 2012)

The Transcendentalism EP was a hand-signed and numbered white-label 12″ sold only on ‘Transcendentalists’ tour dates. It accompanied a triple-headline European tour as a showcase and celebration of FatCat’s ‘post-classical’ imprint. Featuring brand new, exclusive works from all three artists, backed with specially-selected live recordings of special versions and new arrangements of existing pieces, Transcendentalism represents a musical snapshot of Dustin O’Halloran, Hauschka and Jóhann Jóhannsson as the tour approaches: Hauschka performs with touring partner Samuli Kosminen (aka múm’s masterful, Finnish-Icelandic percussionist), O’Halloran and Jóhannsson both realign previously-recorded material to string quartet arrangements in keeping with their respective live sets for the tour.
O’Halloran donates ‘An Ending, A Beginning’ and a stunning new version of his 2006 piece ‘Opus 28’ (originally found on his second Piano Solos LP) featuring New York’s ACME String Quartet. Hauschka’s contributions – a skipping and melodious new composition entitled ‘Spark’ and an improvised live piece taken from 2011’s Brighton Festival 130701 showcase – demonstrate the breadth and colour with which he collaborates with guest percussionists. Jóhann Jóhannsson is represented by a recent re-write of film-score piece ‘Glíma’ (taken from 2007’s Icelandic feature Bræðrabylta) and a jaw-dropping, KCRW-recorded live interpretation of a second soundtrack composition that sees LA’s Formalist String Quartet perform parts originally written for brass, with breathtaking results. 
On record, each artist here occupies their own unique outcrop of the broad-reaching ‘post-classical’ field. Where O’Halloran’s hauntingly evocative string arrangements and solo piano pieces gently, quietly break hearts, Hauschka experiments playfully and exploratively with timbre and rhythm, allowing extra-textual clicks and tics into his sonic journeys through organic / electronic modernist piano. Jóhann Jóhannsson, contrastingly, offers a study of stillness and richness of texture – soft electronics and restrained, harmonic use of large-scale ensembles subtly permeate and underpin his own sonic collages. 
Though having debuted the combination of all three artists at a packed, bar-setting performance in Reykjavik’s oldest wooden church Frikirkjan for 2011’s Iceland Airwaves festival, the Transcendentalists tour and EP will mark the first time Dustin O’Halloran, Jóhann Jóhannsson and Hauschka have hit the road and released together. A set of artists connected not only by complementary approaches to composition and performance (or even by sharing a label), but also by the philosophical ideals found in Transcendentalism: a sense of self-reliance in their respective dual roles as composer and performer, and a rejection of the rigidity of convention and institution, leaving purity, individualism, intuition, invention and community. 
Released on 21st May, 2012,  it was to be 130701’s last new release for 3 years…
Fonte / 130701 

Hiroshi Yoshimura ‎– Wet Land (1993)

Style: New Age
Format: CD, Vinyl
Label: Eastworld ‎– HRD-1001

1.    Wet Land
2.   Singing Stream (Spring Mix)
3.   Heart Land
4.   Ka Wa Mo
5.   Mist
6.   Rain Dance (Rain Mix)
7.   Dawn
8.   Humming Water

Composed By – Hiroshi Yoshimura
Performer – Hiroshi Yoshimura

This is a superb ambient album above par in its genre! You have beautiful environmental soundscapes accompanied by perfectly chosen synth sounds to accompany the zen like ebb and flow of the nature sounds. Ive only owned and listened to his cd Green on the now defunct Sona Gaia label here in the US. It was the ONLY Yoshimura album available on cd and not until the 00's did I realize his catalog was much deeper. This ones a little more developed with some tracks almost having a lite trance like quality with baselines etc but nowhere does it remotely come to dance music its just a bit more hypnotic!
 I hope one day some brave label will re-release his catalog on CD for the rest of the world to rediscover.
 Expansive09 / Discogs