{"id":9965,"date":"2017-11-20T13:09:14","date_gmt":"2017-11-20T12:09:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.cronicaelectronica.org\/?p=9965"},"modified":"2017-11-21T10:32:19","modified_gmt":"2017-11-21T09:32:19","slug":"dan-powells-at-cuckmere-reviewed-by-touching-extreme","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.cronicaelectronica.org\/?p=9965","title":{"rendered":"Dan Powell\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s \u00e2\u20ac\u0153At Cuckmere\u00e2\u20ac\u009d reviewed by Touching Extremes"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\nHow I love when a release teaches me something new, not only in terms of internal movement but also \u00e2\u20ac\u201c as in the case of this concise work \u00e2\u20ac\u201c about uncontaminated sites I would not mind dying in. Dan Powell, a long-time visitor of Cuckmere Haven (Sussex), decided to employ perceptions and actual souls affiliated to that glorious geographic area for sonic art purposes.<\/p>\n

Meeting instances of electronically enhanced landscapes without at least a couple of yawns is pretty difficult these days. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m glad to report that Powell didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t manage to justify that reaction. At Cuckmere is cleverly conceived and effective, improving a listener\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s aural and, why not, mental position in just over 23 minutes.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153A Walk To The Sea: Exceat To The Coastguard Cottages\u00e2\u20ac\u009d begins as a classic audio documentary: steps on the ground, organic reminiscences, echoes of local fauna. Already from the outset we detect quality, both in the recordings per se and the placing\/sequencing know-how. In a matter of instants the atmosphere evolves dynamically and spiritually as earthy timbres get exquisitely integrated with an increasing number of modifications, presumably courtesy of Powell\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s electronic setup. The artlessness we had grown used to at the start is now mildly polluted by misshapen duck-ish voices, toneless expirations, throbbing low tones and inherent choirs of frequencies, the original materials morphed into ghosts of altered resonance. This riveting sequence culminates in the sudden disappearance of the stranger sounds, the concrete substances alone again\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 naturally (well, almost).<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Cable Hut 14\u00e2\u20ac\u009d sees a prominent percussiveness dominating the scene. Here, too, Powell\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s educated use of his twist-and-stretch arsenal of impairment transforms rather straightforward, if a little violent events into a form of awkward pragmatism. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the kind of place where one can still remain positively stunned by the countless facets of an acoustic world that ultimately constitutes our last resort after all the pseudo-intellectual rubbish ends \u00e2\u20ac\u201c as it should \u00e2\u20ac\u201c in the cesspool of ignorance. An inevitable conclusion when you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re killing the self surrounded by marine wonderment. Massimo Ricci<\/em><\/p>\n

via Touching Extremes<\/a><\/p>\n