“Roha” reviewed by Aural Aggravation

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It’s not a criticism to state that oftentimes, the material on Roha feels more like a collection of sounds than a succession of actual compositions. There’s a certain randomness about the sounds, which range from clanking, arrhythmic percussive sounds, squeaks, tweets and flutters, groans and drones and distant, barely audible and completely indecipherable speech. There are rhythmic elements, but these are more emergent than overt or focal to the eight pieces. The listener is likely to find themselves pondering the connections between the sounds, or subconsciously creating, ways on which they relate to one another, the ways that certain juxtapositions affect the effect of the individual sounds.

Often delicate, subtle and quiet, if not exactly calming, there are passages which build from nowhere to great sonic density. ‘tuul’ brings great hefts of doomy overdriven noise that could as easily be a sludgy guitar as a synth sound, and is more metal than ambient, and elsewhere, the tropes of traditional folk music drift into the album’s eclectic sonic pallet. Trobollowitsch is something of a magpie, and while it would be a mistake to suggest he takes from a range of sources indiscriminately, there is a very strong sense of organicness and fluidity in the way he treats the material assembled here.

The overarching mood of the album is dark and sombre, with the funereal ‘ssbeat’ sounding a dolorous death knell, but Trobollowitsch manages to avoid creating a work that’s completely oppressive. It’s a form that takes a little acclimatisation, but in its ever-changing nature Roha is an album that deserves exploration. Christopher Nosnibor

“Gamelan Descending a Staircase” reviewed by Gonzo Circus

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De verwachtingen zijn hoog gespannen. De Litouwse componist Arturas Bumsteinas heeft een behoorlijke reputatie opgebouwd met elektronische muziek en crossmediale projecten. Als hij een cd uitbrengt met de titel ‘Gamelan Descending a Staircase’ roept dat uiteenlopende associaties op. Met dat schilderij van Marcel Duchamp, dat de bewegingen van een omlaag lopend naakt probeert te vangen. Met het Javaanse orkest van gongs, bellen en trommels, dat desnoods langs de treden naar beneden komt rollen. Deze cd is de registratie van een uitvoering in het Volkenkundig Museum in Berlijn. Vijftig minuten lang liepen Bumsteinas en Raminta Atnimar rond tussen de instrumenten, sloegen, tikten, roffelden. Hij noemt het een compositie, maar je krijgt toch vooral de indruk dat ze zonder vooropgezet plan aan het musiceren waren. De instrumenten kunnen prachtige, ruimhartig gonzende resonanties voortbrengen. Die zijn ze meestentijds uit de weg gegaan. Ongeacht of Bumsteinas het precies zo bedacht had, of dat ze zich hebben laten leiden door wat hen ter plekke voor de geest kwam, ze weten de aandacht niet vast te houden. Daarvoor zijn de muzikale acties te lukraak. Een zetje van de trap had mogelijk een even strakke structuur opgeleverd, maar was wel sneller afgelopen geweest. René van Peer

“Everything Emanating from the Sun” reviewed by Musique Machine

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Crónica presents Everything Emanating from the Sun, a single track CD by Yiorgis Sakellariou. Sakellariou is a long-running experimental composer and musician based out of Athens, Greece. On this outing, he receives some additional sounds courtesy of Simon Whetham and John Grzinich. This release marks the first in a series called Corollaries, compiling works produced during the Active Crossover: Mooste, a cross-cultural collaborative residency curated by Simon Whetham during April/May 2015.
Everything Emanating from the Sun features a single long-form track. Over the span of 31 minutes we are treated to the sounds of: focused drone, field recordings, metallic sounds, and other makeshift instrumentation. The track begins in the ethereal realm with some ambient drone, which progresses to near speaker rattling vibration. Along with the drone appears to be the sounds of a locomotive or subway train, slowed down and stretched out. The track can be broken into segments where particular sounds take the stage only to be replaced by another set of sounds, and on and on. The next set of sounds we hear are the sounds of a laundry dryer spinning and what is perhaps a looped piece of a children¡¯s choir. Those sounds are replaced by what appears to be the field recordings of a beach scene, populated by birds, water, and a creaking wooden dock. Sakellariou continues along with the nature sounds, this time exploring what sounds like a jungle or forest teeming with birds under the cover of rain.

With nearly ¨ø of the disc completed Sakellariou and pals depart from field recordings of nature to metal abuse courtesy of Simon Whetham. Using bowed and beaten sheet metal, this section of the disc features some high end resonance and percussive elements. From there they wind down the track with some xylophonic action (which might be some well played glass bottles) and some manipulated suspension wire that sound akin to synth-like laser blasts. The backdrop of this section sounds like the negative space of an abandoned warehouse. The piece ends with some subtle scraping and clinking, kind of like digging through an old, rusty tool box.

Overall this is an effective collision of sights and sounds, with enough diversity to make this stand out from a myriad of field recording based albums. An excellent first entry in the Corollaries series. I look forward to related releases in the not too distant future. Hal Harmon

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Futurónica 162

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Episode 162 of Futurónica, a broadcast in Rádio Manobras (91.5 MHz in Porto, 18h30) and Rádio Zero (21h GMT, repeating on Tuesday at 01h) airs tomorrow, March 18th.

The playlist of Futurónica 162 is:

  1. Cem Güney, Two and Threes (2015, Five Compositions, Edition Wandelweiser Records)
  2. Cem Güney, City II (2013, Water-Nature-City, Crónica)
  3. Cem Güney, Mulberry Grove (2015, Five Compositions, Edition Wandelweiser Records)
  4. Cem Güney, Hive Mind (2015, Five Compositions, Edition Wandelweiser Records)
  5. Cem Güney, City I (2013, Water-Nature-City, Crónica)
  6. Cem Güney, Inner Voices, for Düsseldorf (2015, Five Compositions, Edition Wandelweiser Records)

You can follow Rádio Zero’s broadcasts at radiozero.pt/ouvir and Rádio Manobras at radiomanobras.pt.

“Roha” reviewed by Tiny Mix Tapes

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“…the real-world sounds are transformed into elements that make up some part of a musical experience, and this is a kind of appropriation of their identities… Even in a piece in which the source sounds are so heavily processed as to be unrecognizable… the fact remains that specific sounds are being used, and by extension, the specific and unrepeatable moment in time when those sounds were produced and recorded. When viewed in this light, it seems clear that the use of concrète materials in a composition dramatically diminishes the comfortable separation between life and art.” – Rose White on musique concrete

Andreas Trobollowitsch is a composer and multi-instrumentalist who makes music from improvised and edited found sounds in an accomplished balance of musical and conceptual narrative. Roha’s peculiar mise-en-scène is perfectly realized, like its cover art, as an aestheticized and reconstructed ideal of creaking industry and discarded instrument, which actively eschews the roughage of its samples to produce highly musical musique concrète.

Andreas’s pieces make no attempt to conceal the industrial and rusted-over origin of their sounds. Instead, through careful editing and composition, Trobollowitsch exposes their artistic potential, the sheer, sometimes minuscule tonal-melodic options available within existing factory systems — radiators, swinging gates, grinding gears, all singing a little, even if it’s just one note — and builds passionately with those tools, adding live drums in sections but otherwise composing entirely with found sound. Picking up on “micro-melodies” buried within the physics of interacting machinery — really, a series of improvisations by Trobollowitsch spliced into rhythmic loops — he composes a variety of conceptual pieces in various styles, ranging from the minimalistic and industrial to drone to angular works for prepared piano, each time foregrounding the bizarre behaviors of his “instruments” and their relationships in aural space.

Similar to macro photography, Trobollowitsch can use his abilities as a sound editor to pluck interesting elements from their context and meaning and transform them into abstractions of color, texture, and space. This exemplified well on “ratt,” where skittering drums and squeaky wheels form “metal music” literally, with lateral percussion passes and intermittently melodic bursts produced by sliding scrap that seem more the product of gravity than performance. Whatever the original source of these sounds, “ratt” reassembles them into a metal rodent.

This is more than metaphor; the side effect of using organic, unaltered samples is the very convincing illusion of an interacting musical mobile, as if Trobollowitsch built a Rube Goldberg device and called it a song. Roha is “natural” acousmatic music: there are no digital alterations to the samples, only edits of recorded sound; the reverb and shape of the sample source is left intact. As such, the “memories” of these devices — their implied original purpose, the physical manner in which they probably function — survives somewhat in the execution of the samples. After removing them spatially from an origin point, Trobollowitsch is able to construct surreal landscapes of cooperative, inadvertently musical machines.

Roha evokes a dirge played with brushes and factory radiators (“tapco”), dark post-classical pendulums (“ssbeat”), ruined player pianos in an soulful and broken cycle (“klavirzinho”), densely textured drones that precariously shift between dissonance and progression (“1’11”,” “zain”), and overall a mildly queasy yet deeply dynamic, fascinating world of acousmatic interactions in a reanimate environment of rust. Roha invites multiple listens and examinations, as each errant squeak signals a fascinating dichotomy, a musical present and a history of loss. Adam Devlin

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New podcast: paL

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Live recording of paL’s (aka Pedro Almeida) performance at Natal dos Experimentais 2015 (December 11), at Passos Manuel, Porto.

“House calls, phone calls and messages… answering machines, tapes and memories”. Private messages, harmonica screams and the present obssession of sharing. paL uses regular instruments and basically everything that produces sound. Constantly exploring new ways of representing information.

Download here or subscribe to the podcast in iTunes.

“Against Nature” reviewed by Passive/Aggressive

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Det absolut første, man undrer sig over, når man sætter den seneste plade fra den engelske lydkunstner Simon Whetham på, er titlen. Han har ad flere omgange ydet bidrag til det fremragende radioprogram Framework, som i mange år har arbejdet for at udbrede kendskab og kærlighed til lydkunst, field recordings og naturlyde. Fra en kunstner, som i årevis har lavet feltoptagelser og brugt dem til spændende værker, er “Against Nature” ved første øjekast den mest blasfemiske titel, man kunne forestille sig.

Pladen er udgivet på det portugisiske kvalitetslabel Crónica, som foruden Whetham også udgiver plader med kunstnere som Marc Behrens, Francisco López og Lawrence English, hvis genremæssige udgangspunkt også ligger i berøringsfladerne mellem eksperimenterende musik og lydkunst.

“Against Nature” er Whethams tredje udgivelse på Crónica, og den fungerer som efterfølger til den ekstremt overbevisende “Never So Alone” fra 2013. Pladens råmateriale, som er optaget under et residency i Kristiansand, består af lyde, som er kendetegnet ved sammenbrud af en strukturel orden: “Sounds emitted by badly built microphones, over-burdened amplifiers, motors driven by sound impulses, misbehaving software, objects toppling.” Pladen omfavner på et strengt konceptuelt niveau mislyd, fejl og uforudsigeligheder, og projektet synes at være forvaltningen af dette niveau.

Faktisk lyder “Against Nature” som ét langt, heroisk forsøg på fra Whethams side at tage herredømme over sit eget materiale. Hans metode er at behandle sine optagelser som objekter og iscenesætte dem på ny; give dem ny kontekst. Det er dén indre dynamik, som driver pladen fremad. Materialets små ikke-intentioner gør hele tiden modstand, og resultatet giver fornemmelsen af en konstant sydende tilstand af ustabilitet, støj, melankoli og kamp. Spørgsmålet er, hvorvidt det er en kamp, Whetham kan vinde; om han overhovedet kan få sit materiale til at makke ret og blive pænt stående, stille, i nye konstellationer.

Lydkunst lider (i højere grad end måske nogen anden kunstgenre) under den forbandelse, at det tiltrækker pseudo-kunstnere og dilettanter, der med udgangspunkt i retningsløst klovneri væver atter nye varianter af Kejserens Nye Plader. Simon Whetham tilhører imidlertid lydkunstens elite, og han er før sluppet af sted med langt mere vanvittige ting end et genstridigt råmateriale. Eksempelvis er det lykkedes ham at blande feltoptagelser og musik, uden at det er blevet uudholdelig kitsch. En sand præstation.

På samme måde er “Against Nature” en balancegang eller en stiløvelse i at producere et konceptuelt værk, som langt hen ad vejen undgår de fælder, som konceptuelle værker ellers normalt falder i: De bliver hermetiske og utilnærmeligt pastorale i deres insisteren på ren ånd. Derimod lyder Whethams værk til tider også rigtig godt.

Mere end måske nogen anden inden for genren mestrer Simon Whetham forholdet mellem forgrund og baggrund – eller rettere flade og objekt. Af og til bevæger lyde sig umærkeligt fra baggrunden ind i forgrunden og tilbage igen; andre gange trænger materialets beskaffenhed igennem og gør overgangene alt andet end smidige, á la lyden har udført en ulovlig handling og vil blive lukket.

Der er en indbygget dobbelthed i “Against Nature”. Det ene øjeblik forekommer den smuk og imødekommende, det næste sidder man og presser høretelefonerne mod ørerne for at forsøge finde rundt i, hvad fanden der egentlig foregår derinde i lydbilledet. Pladen ligger hele tiden og slår sig mellem det akkurat forståelige og det akkurat uforståelige, og det er netop dér, “Against Nature” henter sin kunstneriske kraft. Man får simpelthen aldrig en fornemmelse af, at Whetham har fuld kontrol over sit materiale, men det lader heller ikke på noget tidspunkt til for alvor at være meningen. Jonas Siig

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“Against Nature” reviewed by Aural Aggravation

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Simon Whetham has a considerable history of taking sound recordings – often environmental sounds – and working them into something unrecognisable, by means of various sonic and software mutations. Against Nature emerged from an exploration of what Whetham describes as ‘errors and failures’, using ‘badly built microphones, over-burdened amplifiers, motors driven by sound impulses, misbehaving software and objects toppling’ as part of an organic process. The album is in many ways accidental in nature, the end product determined more by the material than the artist. It could be seen, in some respects, as a project of artistic self-erasure. This album may bear Simon Whetham’s name, but his function here is as a conduit, more of an editor than an author of the work.

Against Nature may only contain five tracks, but the tracks are both lengthy and intense. Screeding noise sustains interminably, piercing tones that aren’t drones but something altogether more serrated. Pink noise switches to white noise. Hums crackle, fizz and whizz and gradually build to immense, barrelling walls of noise that suck the listener into an immersion tank of sound. The quieter passages lull the listener’s senses, a gentle breeze and the occasional clanking of what sounds like a yak’s bell evoke almost pastoral images, before once again building sonorous, scraping tension that creeps and swells. Metallic clattering grinds like a cement mixer. Blasts of static and white noise tear through silence.

The five movements of Against Nature are not rhythmic in their formation, and are free of anything one might refer to strictly as percussion. Primarily, it’s a work of tonal exploration, as sounds bend and bow against one another, straining and generating sonic frictions, but beneath it all, there are natural – or unnatural – resonances, pulsations, which form their own subtle rhythms. And these resonate biologically, psychologically, rubbing with and against the brain-waves and gnawing away, prodding the nerve-endings and ultimately working their way under the skin. Christopher Nosnibor

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