25 июн. 2012 г.

Alessandro Bosetti ‎- Zwölfzungen


 "12 portraits of languages I don't understand"

Alessandro Bosetti is a longtime friend and a musical colleague of many of our friends as well. We have followed Bosetti's creative development over the years and admire his challenging and often discomfort inducing works and live performances. Though we assumed that his sharing the recording of Zwolfzungen with us a few years back was just to keep us abreast of another of his unique projects( this one originally as a piece for German radio), it's power and musicality struck us as being his most realized work up to that point and it was clear and without hesitation that we should make it tangible via the label. We feel it is a perfect synergy of Bosetti's deep interest in text based works combined with all of his broad and dexterous musical abilities. A subtle and understated masterpiece. We are also proud to once again be working with Shelter Bookworks(re: Area C) on the creation and design of the handmade card stock sleeve. Their attention to the detail of materials and execution is unmatched. The inclusion and choice of the eerie and charming drawings of Erin Womack as the artwork for the panels help make this document more than the sum of its parts and something to behold.

I like to listen to languages I don't understand. I like the moment when the understanding of words stops and every language starts to "make noise". All languages have a special sound, some more than others have particular acoustic characteristics that delight this musician's ears.

For Zwolfzungen I collected recordings of eleven languages I'm not, or partially, able to speak and understand. Eleven languages I encountered in my travels, whose sound I especially liked. Moreover, I invented a twelfth one, developed and learned during the past years and featured as a last installment of the series. Zwolfzungen could be translated as twelve languages as well as twelve tongues. I try to "misunderstand" each one of those languages as much as I can. They include, among others: Dogo, Basque, Urdu, Mandarin, Cherokee, Japanese and Zulu.

For each language's recording I developed a specific piece of music, disengaging from the meaning of the words and instead concentrating on its sound and rhythm. The pieces are not intended as features or documentaries as I'm not inserting any explanatory aspect into their context. I used whatever compositional ideas and methods the source material inspired : tape collage, electro-acoustic processing, max/msp, low-fi sound devices and then performed them live, mixing my voice with pre-recorded and realtime electro- acoustic materials. Each piece is a unique musical universe and be may listened to individually or as a total group.

Zwolfzungen was originally commissioned in 2005 as a radio art piece for DeutschlandRadio Kultur in Berlin and re-worked as a multi-channel live performance in 2007.

Artwork

artist bio:
Born in Milan, Italy in 1973. Composer and sound artist. Bosetti works on the musicality of spoken words and unusual aspects of spoken communication and produced text-sound compositions featured in live performances, radio broadcasting and published recordings. In his work he moves on the line between sound anthropology and composition often including translation and misunderstanding in the creative process. Field research and interviews often build the basis for his abstract compositions along with electro-acoustic and acoustic collages, relational strategies,trained and untrained instrumental practices, vocal explorations and digital manipulations.He's curious about differences so he travels. Since 2006 he's been living and working in West Africa, China, Taiwan, Holland, Scandinavia, United States , Germany and Italy. For the future he plans to be living and working between Berlin (D), Milano (I) and Baltimore (USA) His recordings have appeared on Die Schactel, Crouton, Errant Bodies, Grob, Potlach and numerous other imprints.




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Koen Park



Alias of Ian D. Hawgood. The experimental project, Ian plays... pianos, guitars, keyboards [ various 80’s oddities ] samplers, drums, bass, field recordings, glockenspiel, kalimba, computers, software, old radio, xylophone, recorder, old four-track recordings, harpsichord, glass bottles, koto, shamisen, loop pedals, banjo, various percussion, kid’s toys, a friend’s vibraphone, electrical bits and bobs, circuit bent gear, mini-piano, small bells, melodica, harmonium, singing, drum machines, flute, pan-pipe, organ, accordian, tape machines, boxes for rhythm, violin, a busted guitar amp, and whatever else he or his friends can get near.





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Peter Sotos


Peter Sotos (born 1960) is a Chicago-born writer who has contributed an unprecedented examination of the peculiar motivations of sadistic sexual criminals. His works are often cited as conveying an uncanny understanding of myriad aspects of pornography. Most of his writings have focused on sexually violent pornography, particularly of that involving children. His writings are also considered by many to be social criticism often commenting on the hypocritical way media handles these issues.

In 1984, while attending The Art Institute of Chicago, Sotos began producing a self-published newsletter or “fanzine” named Pure, notable as the first zine dedicated to serial killer lore. Much of the text and pictures in Pure were photocopied images from major newspapers and other print media. Sotos also used a photocopy from a magazine of child pornography as the cover of issue#2 of Pure. In 1986 this cover led to his arrest and charges of obscenity and possession of child pornography. The charges of obscenity were dropped, but Sotos eventually pled guilty to the possession charge and received a suspended sentence. Sotos was the first person in the United States ever to be charged for owning child pornography.

Sotos’ writings explore sadistic and pedophilic sexual impulses in their many, often hidden, guises. Often using first person narratives, his prose takes on the point of view of the sexual predator. Despite his early legal troubles, and the seemingly fatal stigma of falsely being labeled a pedophile, Sotos continues to garner support for his ideas and literary output.

He was until 2003 a seminal member of the noise band Whitehouse.




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Experiments In Disintegrating Language / Konkrete Canticle



Experiments in Disintegrating Language

Thomas A. Clark, Neil Mills and Charles Verey have given readings under this title since summer 1970. An interest in the basic elements of language as poetic material provides a common theme for the three very individual approaches.

Charles Verey
born 1940 in Sherborne, Dorset.

Blood Rumba and morning was were written during termtime while I was a full time art teacher. All the poems I wrote then were accompaniments to the constant pressure of working. They demanded an accompanying drone which I made originally on a gutted piano. In the recording studio I read Blood Rumba straight, and gave the pitch of the drone behind morning was by singing and the beat by tapping with my fingers.
The Very Idle Diamonds are single ideas set starkly diamond shape on the centre of the page. Visually they are as near as I ever came to the constellations of the 'concrete' poets, but they retain a personal anarchy.
Of my third group of poems, the earliest, whi ing and wou ing tend her, is a dirty poem. The latter part is the first half backwards. In relation to most of my poetry of that time (1969-mid 1970) it is expansive in nature. Most else, including ip og it u and cry jim sped, was part of a process of reduction. This was not for the sake of experimentation, but for a need to discipline the inner eye. At the same time, the need arose to fuse the eye and the ear. I was attempting this by identifying with fragments, small groups of letters, that sounded in the mind, but could not be articulated aloud. More expansive poems, including the first three of this sequence, arose with the need to articulate aloud again. To 'see' these poems is to cause them to sound in the inner mind. That sound is the content. The work of the poem begins there.

Neil Mills
born 1943 in Suffolk.

The single-voice Number Poems, a selection of which appear on this record, were written in April/May 1969 at a time when I believed that the meaning which emerged in the reading of poetry lay primarily in intonation and rhythm, and only secondarily in semantic content i.e. that what was important was how something was read, rather than what was said - the human voice functioning as musical instrument.
Numbers were unpromising poetic material and provided a very limited range of spoken sound-values, but it appeared that if organised into certain juxtapositions and rhythmic breaks, and read with the regard for pitch, volume and sensitivity accorded to more traditional poetry reading, they could be made to yield an unexpected lyrical or evocative content. The major influence on the Number Poems as a sequence were the Ludwig Koch bird-song records, each separate number poem like a different bird-song.
Originally written for a modern dance group, the Number Poem for 2 Voices was a later extension of the use of spoken numbers into a 2-voice score, two sections of which are included on this record.
The Gong Poem is the evocation of a prayer-chant, employing the sounds of 12 of the letters of the alphabet instead of the ten number sounds.
Squalinda is an oddity, dating from 1968, using a mixture of normal dictionary words plus invented but suggestive words. It reads as an advert for a blue movie which achieves an orgasm.

Thomas A. Clark
born 1944 in Greenock. Scotland.
Making poems since 1964.

I am interested in the poem as legitimate magic, i.e. science. The business of the poem is to insinuate perceptibly into the mind. The extent to which it will succeed is in exact relation to the precision of its structure.
Plain, unadorned speech, of course, is structured, and in Some Flowers my immediate concern is with the fundamental poetic discipline of recognition. This poem notices and records. The form is easy but not lax - there is no grammatical padding - concise naming throughout.
Spell for Sarah is a love poem, a field of relationships. It has some of the perfection of context I take love to be. Consciousness too can only arise through context, so again we have recognition, and, perhaps, the roots of consciousness in love.
Mantra is more purely sound; specifically, my sound; the sound of my breathing. Inhalation is the acceptance of the world, speech is a return, is a gift of self. Again the structure is precise but no attempt at synchronisation of the tracks has been made. The elements move according to their nature, so their position is always within the piece. The word Tathagata is one of the names of the Buddha.
These poems are magic in that they acknowledge correspondence. There are laws. We are not separate from the instances of space. Speech is articulation.

Konkrete Canticle

Bob Cobbing and Paula Claire have performed many times together, his poems and hers; and Bob Cobbing and Michael Chant have also performed together at the broadly musical occasions of Private Company. But 6 July 1971 when the material for side two of this record was recorded was the first occasion on which all three had performed together, and thus the birth of the group now known as Konkrete Canticle.

Bob Cobbing
born 1920 in Enfield, Middlesex.

About the poems, Ga(il s)o(ng) is for Gail and is a kind of love poem, a permutation on the letters of the names Bob and Gail. Suesequence is for Sue, whom I discovered at its first performance in Amsterdam, November 1970. The sandwich poem consists of (outer) Poem for Voice and Mandoline, for Linda Keep, a permutation on her name; and (inner) Poem for Gillian, made out of the letters of her name. The final poem, Hymn to the sacred mushroom, is a celebration of the names for the mushroom in various languages and parts of the world. I have been called a concrete poet. (I have also been told by certain doctrinaire critics that I am not a concrete poet.) My type of poetry freely follows the line of Oyvind Fahlstrљm of Sweden, who in 1953, earlier than Gomringer or the Brazilian concrete poets, wrote his manifesto concerned with the 'intuitive logic of likeness, of sympathetic magic' stemming from the sound of words, and with rhythm as the 'most elementary, physically grasping' aspect of poetry, as well as of music, relating as it does to bodily functions, breathing, pulsing of the blood, ejaculation.
All the poems here performed exist also on the page, some almost like conventional poems, others in more graphic form. The shapes on the page help to suggest an interpretation. The interpretation, every time, is spontaneous and flexible, and so, each time, different, according to who takes part, the mood of the moment, the audience or situation. These sound poems do not, therefore, exist in a single definitive form. Even the graphic interpretation is a variable.
The poems are for participation, for living in, rather than for communication. They are for anyone to enter into and to enjoy doing so. The movement of the voice making the poem can be paralleled in movement of the body, making dance. The graphic design, the vocal pattern and the bodily movement are all the poem. Poetry is becoming once again a folk art. It is for everyone.

Paula Claire
born 1939 in Northampton.

When I first started writing in 1961 my two influences were Gerard Manley Hopkins and that supreme example of mediaeval alliterative verse, 'Sir Gawain and the Green Knight'. Both show the power in the sound of words and G.M.H. begins to transcend syntax. I soon rejected a discursive style with a strict syntax but it took until 1966 to develop my 'mobile' style where groups of words (embedded in a traditionally-structured text) could be improvised to form complex metaphors. By 1968 I was writing entirely in word clusters with the idea of improvisation and audience participation. At this time I returned to England after four years in Athens to publish 'Mobile Poems, Greece' and soon met Bob Cobbing and started to work with him on texts for improvisation.
Non-syntactical poetry, the concentrated form of which can be called concrete poetry, is running parallel with one of the main routes of twentieth-century enquiry: the concentration on the seemingly small atom/nucleus only to discover complex and terrific forces. When words are isolated and examined, in their sound and visual components we find a corresponding density and potential. The intense focus of the concrete poetry style is doing for our understanding of the innate powers of words what the electron microscope and nuclear accelerators are doing for the study of the heart of matter.
My Energygalaxy attempts to be a metaphor of the whirl of elementary particles in the nucleus and as the sounds of the very words which make up the metaphor are isolated, emphasised, so is their ferocity revealed. Note the last word is 'explosive' not exploding, explosion, or exploded, to remind us of the potential disaster in nuclear fission and nuclear stockpiling. Both this poem and Astound I see as coloured, flashing neon structures for tall buildings.
Astound would be best improvised by groups of people on a beach to the oncoming breakers. All my poems are for the audience to improvise with the poet so that the power and magic of language is experienced as a communal right/rite.

Michael Chant
born 1945 in Wakefield.

On this record, is one of 54 coacervate poems which were written between March and July 1967. Coacervates are complex chemical agglomerates which it is alleged, were immediate precursors of the origin of life. In a prologue to the poems, I stated that performance in diverse circumstances and varied manner is encouraged. The confines of a recording studio impose their own restraint. In general, the making of a recording seems to demand a responsibility to make a definitive version of the poetic material, and it may have been because of this that, in interpreting the poems of Bob Cobbing and Paula Claire, my over-riding state of mind was that this was a day's work, there was a job to be done. In a live performance, my musical instincts would demand a fulfilment unpredictably different.




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Alvin Curran ‎- Maritime Rites


Maritime Rites is a series of ten environmental concerts for radio composed by Alvin Curran. This series features the Eastern Seaboard of the United States as a musical source in collaboration with improvised musical performances by ten distinguished artists in the American new-music scene: John Cage, Joseph Celli, Clark Coolidge, Jon Gibson, Malcolm Goldstein, Steve Lacy, George Lewis, Pauline Oliveros, Leo Smith, and Alvin Curran. The programs use specifically recorded natural sounds as musical counterpoint to the soloists, whose improvisations are freely restructured and mixed by Curran. As nature is spontaneous and unpredictable, so is the music of man. Curran simply brings the two together in a common radiophonic sound-space letting both chance and intention make the music. Featured here are the foghorns of Virginia, Maryland, Delaware, New Jersey, New York, Connecticut, Rhode Island, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Maine, and New Brunswick, Canada. Also included are maritime bells, gongs, whistles, and regional bird and animal life. Comments from lighthouse keepers, Coast Guard personnel, and other local people are woven impressionistically throughout.

There are nine eleven-minute programs, each featuring a specific artist as soloist. The tenth program of about twenty-five minutes features Curran in a closing work of “symphonic” dimensions.

Rich in ambient detail, Maritime Rites presents the foghorn as indigenous American “found” music par excellence and the source of one of the most enduring minimal musics around us. The series is also a comprehensive aural documentary of our regional and national maritime heritage, including such historical sounds as the Nantucket II Lightship, now out of service and doing duty as a museum docked in Boston Harbor. The Lightship’s horn is the only one of its kind (and the loudest!) on the East Coast and was recorded extensively during an exclusive session ten miles offshore with the special cooperation of the ship’s crew. As the foghorn gives way to other electronic navigational aids, this work may serve as an historical document of some of the most beautiful and mysterious sounds of the sea.

As an expression of sonic geography, Maritime Rites brings together different areas of the Seaboard in a single musical moment. The series was expressly conceived for radio, the only medium that can safely accommodate more than sixty foghorns at once and bring an entire coastline, seemingly live, into anyone’s home!

As a form of radio-art, Maritime Rites is intended for everyone, however conventional or radical their musical interests. It should have a special appeal to the audiences in the regions where some of the sounds originate and likewise to those who may never have heard the haunting sound of a foghorn.



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10+2:12 American Text Sound Pieces


Sound poems or ‘text-sound compositions’ represent a cross-fertilization of the traditional arts of music and poetry. Originally released in 1974, this CD re-release is the first to anthologize text-sound pieces by U.S. composers, poets and visual artists. The advent of the magnetic tape recorder and other various electronic devices (1950-1955) presented artists of various disciplines with a wider possibility of altering natural sound, including the speaking voice. Here is a music composed from speaking, not singing. Here is also a poetry, which extends our notion of the traditional "reading"—the work can only exist as sound.


    Anthony Gnazzo‎
    Aram Saroyan‎
    Beth Anderson‎
    Brion Gysin‎
    Charles Amirkhanian‎
    Charles Dodge‎
    Clark Coolidge‎
    John Cage‎
    John Giorno‎
    Liam O'Gallagher‎
    Robert Ashley‎



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24 июн. 2012 г.

Natural Snow Buildings


Natural Snow Buildings is a duo from France, consisting of artists Mehdi Ameziane and Solange Gularte. They play music which can be classified as experimental psychedelic folk with drone elements and ambient influences. Formed in 1997, they released numerous albums, many of them in extremely limited quantities. Double album “The Dance of the Moon and the Sun” is their most popular work so far. Both members of Natural Snow Buildings release music also as solo artists: Mehdi Ameziane as TwinSisterMoon and Solange Gularte as Isengrind.




The beginnings of Natural Snow Buildings can be traced back to 1997, at a Paris university. They both met in their school library where a movie was playing. Mehdi had been invited to a party that evening but declined and headed to the library instead. After their first meeting, the two saw more of each other. Although Mehdi could play a bit of guitar and Solange was a classically trained musician, the two had not yet begun making music. It was in May 1998 that the two officially started their band and began home recording their music. They self-released two cassettes, Witch-Season and Two Sides of a Horse in 1999 and 2000, and in 2001 recorded Ghost Folks, released in 2003. Then, they self-released a double CD, The Winter Ray, in a limited edition, and, after moving from Paris to Vitré in 2004, recorded The Dance of the Moon and the Sun (released in 2006). They then each issued solo material before producing more material as a duo. Most of their albums have only been released in small numbers, often in hand-crafted limited editions. Their work has been compared with such bands as Popol Vuh, Flying Saucer Attack, and Tower Recordings. They make many references to the horror film genre in their songtitles; for example Santa Sangre (with the track 'Santa Sangre Part I & II' on 'Daughter of Darkness'), The Blair Witch Project (The track 'Mary Brown' on 'Dance of the Moon and the Sun' is a reference to a character from this film) and director John Carpenter (a track on 'Dance of the Moon and the Sun').





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36


36 (pronounced three-six) is the ambient/experimental project of Dennis Huddleston from the United Kingdom. Since 2008, the focus for the project has been to develop warm, hugely emotive loop-based compositions, with particular emphasis on melody and melancholy. He also runs the label 3six Recordings, which is used to publish his self-released works.



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Evala



Evala is a sound artist based in Tokyo, Japan. Evala has released 3 electronic music albums and developed a lot of sound designs and other sound products. In 2004 he founded the independent label Port. His first album "Iinitial" (port/2006) had a great impact on the electronic music scene with its strong and sensitive sounds and transformed the field-recorded natural sounds into the materials by artificial elaboration on his machines.His sound of strength and sensitiveness has become one of the Japanese leading sound works. "Initial" was acclaimed to be "a Japanese cutting edge sound art work". Evala's signature style is an uncompromisingly artificial editing process of field recorded material. In his collaboration with ATAK, Evala received high acclaim for his performance in the "ATAK NIGHT 3" (ATAK/2007). Evala programmed the multiphonic 3D sound installation "Filmachine" (YCAM/2006, transmediale/2008) and is responsible for the visual programming of his or Keiichiro Shibuya's concerts.


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Go Koyashiki - Slit


Go Koyashiki is musician / film composer. With the background of having learned Berklee method and music history, Koyoshiki composes strings ensemble and chamber music. Besides his solo work, he composes music for various media such as exhibitions of photography/graphics, movie sound tracks and theaters.his music longs for the communication with listeners in the field where conceptualization and verbalization are impossible. His musical attitude is that the essentials of music does not depend on academia or logic and music stands by itself.

With stuttering beats and bass pulses that skirt the edge of full-on funkiness, this is the closest thing to a dance record in the mAtter catalog — at least for one half of Slit. Koyashiki works with sine tones and fragmented field recordings to create an ascetic, yet infectious series of rhythmic studies akin to some of the less-abrasive digital micro-funk released on Raster-Noton. For the other half of the album, Koyashiki creates crunching, crackling sonic sketches that are simultaneously engaging and disorienting.







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Christoph Gallio - Mösiöblö ‹À Robert Filliou›



Dear Listener, Robert Filliou is a person many people would have wanted to know. Were it not for our beliefs of 'this and that', we could know him today. That's the way Robert was. For as it is, we could meet him one to one right now, if we were mentally open to it; emotionally and spiritually prepared. Robert was an unusual human being in his lifetime. In his death his character may be felt as we turn a corner, bump into and old friend or wake up and realize "what a perfect rainy morning, why am I being so hard on myself?," or deciding that instead of going for the big 'deal' today, the career or social function tonight, maybe I should just take a day off to walk in the forrest... Robert Filliou was dedicated to life, to being human and to giving his best for those around him. He was a life master and mastered among other talents, art, simplicity, kindness and love, Yes, he did become successful in his profession, but he was blessed by a self awareness as inquenchable as a mountain spring. He disperaged fame. He was humble. Another accomplished artist, in his later years, told me that Filliou saved his life one day. This artist told Filliou that he feared he was loosing his mind. Filliou, already and expert in finding answers in rocks said, "I lived my whole life as a madman and it's beautiful....the only problem is not knowing that we're mad to begin with, but once we realise that, then everything is ok". So it was. Here are some facts and maybe rumors about Robert's journey through the world: Born in poverty in the South of France, Filliou participated in the French underground in WWII. Later, in the USA he was a laborer for Coca-Cola, put himself through college, hosted a radio talk show. He worked for the UN as an economist, and travelled around the world. In Japan he came in contact with Buddhism. Returning to Europe, he developed his work as a writer & artist, living within a community of European artists whose careers and work are still powerful influences today. Through his art connections, he was introduced to Tibetan Buddhism and eventually died within the simple surroundings of a monastery, in the French countryside to which he returned, after a very rich and eventful journey through life. In the 1970's, Robert's friends in Dusseldorf all chipped in and created a stipendium for he and his wife Marianne and their daughter, Marcelline (then known as Marcel). It was like the community actually helped them enter a new phase of life and a career was launched from their help. The Fillious placed the values of being human ahead of 'getting ahead' in the typical, social sense. It was this principal that inspired Robert and his art is a reflection of this inner human activity. The world responds to it. His art is a simple, universal language that we all understand, when we become more simple, too. "Innocence & Inspiration" two words that occur in one of Robert's works, can be translated as: emptiness and form, or female and male, or death and life.... Playful, profound, generous, affordable and simple. Filliou's art is like our responses to life, purified and refined to philosophic playthings, making our lives more precious and fantastic. Filliou's inner work maybe his greatest gift to us though. His journey and discovery of spiritual well being and freedom reinforce a mythic desire within each of us to embrace spirit and live in truth. Thanks Robert, your success is ground for hope! And about this Gallio CD on Filliou...Christoph found fruit on the tree and left a garden of its seeds. Enjoy Gallio's, Filliou inspired tracks!! All the best, John Halpern in the USA.



1.
In the middle of the 80's Ekkehard Jost was still able to title a book Europe's Jazz, which dealt with the emancipation of European Jazz and the improvised music originating in the 70's. Since the 60's and the American role models, from Ayler through Coltrane up to Shepp, were still present (but as role models and not as untouchable icons), it would seem that what Jost characterized as "Europe's Jazz" should be understood as an adaptation of Afro-American Free Jazz and as a concomitant demand to make something one's own. Today, 15 years later, the history of improvised music in Europe--as a fragmentation and adaptation--can no longer be simply told like this. Not only because there is a European Jazz that refers to its own particular folk traditions and understands exactly this as the "European" in its music, but also because, nowadays, it's difficult or even impossible to still dig up the roots in jazz among all the radical improvisers. These roots don't exist any more. To a certain degree, Derek Bailey became famous in the 50's and 60's as a British Jim Hall. Thus it may be legitimate to attribute a jazz continuity to him, even though everything he published after 1968 refers to an autonomous design. It is simply impossible, however, to demonstrate an inner connection to (Free) Jazz among the younger musicians who adopt their role model not from Django Reinhardt, but from Bailey. Here, instead of "Europe's Jazz," one must speak of "highly differentiated improvised musics that all originated in Europe and of whom a few still refer to Free Jazz." Sounds rather torturous. And unsuitable for a book title. One cannot, however, capitulate in front of the (musically quite productive) chaos emerging from the varied styles and stories; one needs, rather, to expand the perspectives. Reasons to do this are present everywhere: look at Peter Brötzmann, who was as much a visual artist as an angry musician. He worked in Wuppertal with Nam June Paik and took part in diverse fluxus manifestations, now legendary. Or check out the Dutch: Willem Breuker, Misha Mengelberg and Han Bennink also participated in the fluxus happenings (Breuker's "Lunch Concert for Three Barrel Organs" from 1969 is a direct expression of such an action). The alternatively laconic (Mengelberg) or manic (Bennink) anarchism of their music today shows how this involvement lives on. A little play of thought isn't enough to empirically prove this thesis--that what was Europe's Jazz and then very quickly mutated to this improvised chaos derived from the spirit of fluxus. Or perhaps it is? What then, if next to Free Jazz (fading more and more, however, as a power of imagination), fluxus were the decisive source of inspiration? Not as a role model, of course, that one needs to imitate in order to overcome it, since fluxus immanently presents its own questioning, destruction and overcoming, and permanently prevents itself being understood as a "role model." Rather fluxus as a realm of possibilities that one can take as one's own.

2.
"Mösiblö à Robert Filliou" is a suite composed and conceived by Christoph Gallio that exclusively uses the texts of the fluxus artist Robert Filliou and that is fundamentally inspired by them. This is quite unusual, since, as far as I know, there has hardly been any direct (reverse) connections to the heated phase of the fluxus movement within European improvised music. "Mösiblö" is both reconstruction and homage, continuation and an independent work. Nothing would be simpler than to offensively incorporate the process-oriented, extremely open, but never non-committal working methods of Filliou for improvised music. His legendary "Permanent Creation Tool Shed" could be a place where improvised music is made, a place that embodies that what Filliou was so occupied with: an art that makes its rules and processes of its changes distinct. Gallio, however, does not leave it at this short sighted idea. Then it would have been enough to simply bind "Mösiblö" to Filliou's work. But at the moment Gallio uses Filliou's texts, that is, concrete material, Gallio produces concrete references. Where references are produced, so is distance, which allows him, on the one hand, to compose around the texts and even more, to compose with the texts. On the other, he can integrate the resulting art songs in a larger frame, e.g. in a suite. This suite, which is closely related to fluxus works, deconstructs itself, since it fundamentally exists out of vignettes of improvised music that do not simply bridge the gaps between the likewise intimated, sketchy art songs, but rather provide a connection that goes far beyond the possible reason, the musical setting of Filliou's texts, and thus cancels the actual suite and transforms it into something all its own. The dialectic is about proximity and distance, so that the music approaches Filliou's intentions more than is a epigonous, "close" homage; hence this suite corresponds all the more to the fluxus spirit. Of course, a lot of the history of this music is found in these improvisations, e.g. doing without conventional instruments, the (outward) suggestions of chamber music (which, of course, does not mean that the musicians don't care anything about chamber music conventions), the expressive love of details (which stands out in the subtlety of guitar and voice), but also the reminiscences on Free Jazz, which one hears particularly well in the powerful, eruptive insertions of the woodwinds. But all this is made relative, or better, is recontextualized through the texts. Although both are fundamental elements of this music, the art song and improvisation, each perfectly worked out (not, however, formulated), they do not function in the, let's say, environment, as Gallio designed it, without each other; they support each other by questioning each other. This music becomes its own perpetuum mobile. We can begin again from the beginning. © Felix Klopotek






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23 июн. 2012 г.

Ian D. Hawgood


English musician who lives between London and Tokyo and runs the Home Normal, Nomadic Kids Republic and Tokyo Droning labels.

There are a few select artists whose mere presence and sheer enthusiasm can make you believe that Sound Art will some day come to be more than just a niche phenomenon. Ian Hawgood is definitely one of them. Since debuting in 2007, Hawgood has opened the floodgates of his heart and embarked upon an obsessive release schedule. Including his Koen Park and Oh No Nuno! aliases, his discography now encompasses almost thirty EPs and full-lengths of deep, dreamy and occasionally discreetly disturbing Drones. At the same time, he has somehow also managed to establish three full-time record companies: Home Normal, dedicated to both sweet and sultry Ambient as well as darkly intriguing and delicately intoxicating soundscapes. Tokyo Droning, a more experimental outfit offering an eclectic roster of anything from Noise to Drones. As well as his latest brainchild Nomadic Kid Republic, which is set to release "bleep, crunch and glitch manifestos" very soon. His continuous involvement in the most diverse projects, ceaseless curating of talented colleagues and untiring energy has certainly not been in vain and served to bring the scene even closer together. Home Normal especially has quickly established itself as one of the up and coming imprints and Hawgood's own work is being published in increasingly higher print runs. Not bad for an artist who suffered from horrible bouts of ear pain and deafness in his childhood. Not to mention his legendary newsletters, in which he allows readers a personal and highly entertaining glance into his life, which is almost entirely made up of composing, meeting up with friends and traveling from one side of the globe to the others.

Interviews: 1, 2.


See also compilations with Ian's participation:



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Frannce




A quick look at the listing of groups on this super limited triple cd-r collection of songs from France, or about France, or with some sort of French angle, should have most weird music fans freaking out bigtime. All exclusive tracks from tons of AQ faves, including: The Shitty Listener, Quetzolcoatl, Brothers Of The Occult Sisterhood, Silvester Anfang, Heavy Winged, Tom Carter, The North Sea, Taiga Remains, Ashtray Navigations, Uton, The Futurians, Mike Tamburo, Tanakh, Black Forest Black Sea, Ben Reynolds, Volcano The Bear, 6majik9, CJA, The Stumps, Gregg Kowalsky, Fursaxa, Seht, Valerio Cosi, Fabio Orsi, Birds Of Delay, Bjerga / Iverson, Robert Horton and more more more. 3+ hours of strange and magical sounds from all over the world, but all centered around France. From the ultra lo-fi barely audible pop genius of The Shitty Listener, the gorgeous mournful steel string Appalachian folk of The North Sea, the washed out murky drift of Quetzolcoatl, some super spare solo electric guitar drift from Tom Carter, a bit of haunting high end tribal buzz from Brothers Of The Occult Sisterhood, some gorgeous shuffle and twang, slither and creep from Silvester Anfang, an epic druggy slowburning NZ-style krautrockish jam from The Stumps, some whispered crystalline shimmer from Fursaxa and we could go on and on. Varied and expansive, from folk to drone to noise to pound to swirl to buzz to twang...

As with all RuralFaune stuff, meticulously packaged, each one hand assembled, three spray painted discs, rouge, blanc and bleu (the colors of the French flag), housed in a cool textured red and orange wallpaper cover, in a thick vinyl sleeve, with a sticker on the front. Inside is a huge fold out, 2 sided poster insert, with liner notes on one side and a painting on the other, as well as a bunch of other inserts, stickers, a tiny square of paper hand numbered and a "piece of blotting paper impregnated with red wine"! LIMITED TO 300 COPIES. We will NOT be able to get more... ©



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Room40


Lawrence English's name keeps cropping up in different places. I first came across him via Last.fm's radio streams in 2006. People I respect about these streams, Jaron Lanier writes, "Nothing kills music for me as much as having some algorithm calculate what music I will want to hear. That seems to miss the whole point. Inventing your musical taste is the point, isn’t it?" Well, of course. But you need resources to support your invention, and, in terms of high quality resources, Last.fm runs BBC specialist radio a close second over the last decade, for me. It's introduced me to music I would never have heard by other means. Two Weeks I'll Never Have Again and I've Been Happy Like This (free download via this link) are two of the tracks that first drew me to English's work.

Then in 2008 I downloaded from eMusic, first, English's EP with Philip Samartzis and then his solo Kiri No Oto. Apparently Kiri No Oto is Japanese for "sound of fog", and I know I got the download on the strength of Mapsadaisical's "not to be mist" review. I can't remember how I arrived at the Samartzis-and-Lawrence release.


More recently I've been coming across English as the man behind the Room40 label in Australia, featured here just a couple of weeks ago. That made me sit up and take notice — not just because it involved Alasdair Roberts — but because I like the idea of someone who both creates and curates, who makes synthetic sonic landscapes and also scratchy jigs and reels.



This all by way of preface to a CD which features only one 2'13" track credited to English with two collaborators. Nevertheless, the nature of the album means that his "curated and mixed by" contribution is crucial. For this has 32 tracks, 28 of which are under three minutes long. And they're mixed so that each one blends into the next. The effect is closer to one continuous piece of music than to a compilation. The personalities of the individual pieces — which come from some names well-known in the field (Janek Schaefer, Taylor Deupree, Tim Hecker, Chris Abrahams, Sebastien Roux and Philip Samartzis) — are elided, or at least suppressed, by this technique. Right in the middle of the album is one piece that stands apart, Sashay Away by Xiu Xiu, which, complete with unnerving voiceover, is also the longest piece by some margin.

The CD only arrived a couple of months ago, as a covermount with The Wire, and until recently I hadn't listened the whole way through. So I can't say whether I it's great, or just impressive, but it certainly makes me even keener to look out for more of Lawrence English's stuff, including the other Room40 sampler I have. © 




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The Sleeping Moustache



Let's begin with the introductions.
M.S. Waldron may be best known for his work as irr. app. (ext.), an unwieldy moniker that begets uncanny, hallucinatory sound. Steven Stapleton is the genius behind Nurse With Wound, the consistently unpredictable project that scrambles musical obsessions for krautrock, surrealism, and avant-garde composition into a brash quest for expressionism through experimentation. Sigtryggur Berg Sigmarsson hails from the Icelandic electro-absurdist duo Stilluppsteypa, which continues to investigate the finer points of drunken minimalism. Jim Haynes prefers to merely state that he rusts things. R.K. Faulhaber is something of a mysterious figure, looming around Mr. Waldron's irr. app. (ext.) recordings and performances while keeping his own work a hermetic secret.
Each with a peculiar understanding of the audio arts, these five artists came to the proverbial table and thought it a good idea to collaborate. Given the predilection for the surreal and the sidereal that each of these five employ in their many audio and visual projects, those agendas oozed from the recordings that became known as The Sleeping Moustache.
An epiphany of controlled disorder, a convulsion of beauty, a cascade of thought from delirious minds, The Sleeping Moustache is an exquisite manifestation of sound poetry scattered into a tortuous collage mired in an oblique melancholy. Magnetic tones extracted from the ether, mechanical sounds smeared into a lugubrious growls, horns trumpeting straight out of John's Book of Revelation, ululations sliced into information overload that Schwitters himself would be proud of. The Sleeping Moustache presents a psychically instable landscape, where dreams and nightmares wreak havoc upon the drudgery of daily life. The closest audible territory for The Sleeping Moustache might be the psychoactive constructions of Nurse With Wound's Homotopy To Marie, although the characters in this drama happened upon an entirely different map of that terrain.
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The Sleeping Moustache is a collaborative venture from the above music and mischief makers. I'd hazard a guess that Matt Waldron is the lynchpin in this release. He's performed with Steven Stapleton as part of Scribble Seven and as part of the Nurse With Wound line-up for their recent performances in the USA - which to all accounts were quite disappointing. Stapleton, meanwhile, has featured in Waldron's live performances as irr. app. (ext)., as has Jim Haynes and R.K. Faulhaber - the mysterious entity with a myspace page. Waldron has also remixed work for Sigmarsson, and collaborated with the Icelandic electro-absurdists Stilluppsteypa. Having said that The Sleeping Moustache appears to stem from the stronger and stranger works of Nurse With Wound. There's no information on who does what or with what. It wouldn't matter as the material is so heavily processed it's hard to tell what instruments are being used, never mind decipher the source sounds. A series of dronescapes that spiral, pulsate and glisten are unfurled that are met with randon bursts of metallic clinks, clangs and clattering. Static hum and the fizzing of overheated wires. Squeaks and creaks from all manner of devices. Shuffling feet in empty corridors and on pebble beaches. Insect and alien chatter. Some of it strays into nightmare territory some of it, especially the sections of absurd gibberish, have a comic element. It all hinges around an elusive alien terrain that creates an absorbing hallucinatory soundtrack. The Sleeping Moustache offers a lot of serious listening. You could listen for a month and still discover something new. Naturally highly recommended if you follow the work of any of the contributors or pine for early Nurse With Wound. ©


This curious quintet makes sounds that recall the glory days of Nurse With Wound: long, shapeshifting collages of psychedelic murk interrupted by random outbursts of industrial clatter, nightmarish drones, deeply bizarre audio mutations and tangible masses of sticky audio goop of impossibly vague origin.  The Sleeping Moustache consists of five ten-minute tracks interspersed with five brief interstitial tracks.  Everything blends together well because nothing blends together well; forced juxtapositions and jarring eclecticism are par for the course, just like the finest NWW of yore.
At its inception, Nurse With Wound was a group, not a solo project.  However, for the last 25 years or so, even with the large cast of collaborators and producers that have worked on NWW records, it has seemed like the sole autocratic creative domain of Steven Stapleton, lone surrealist wolf.  That's why its odd to see Stapleton involved in so much group activity lately, with active memberships in ensembles such as Scribble Seven (with Maja Elliott, Joolie Wood, Freida Abtan, Colin Potter, Andrew Liles and Matt Waldron), the Wounded Nurse Ensemble/Salt Marie Celeste live group (with Diana Rogerson, Potter, Liles and Waldron), and now The Sleeping Moustache.
The Sleeping Moustache is an adventurous fivesome consisting of Steven Stapleton, Jim Haynes of Coelecanth, Matt Waldron and R.K. Faulhaber of irr.app.(ext.), and Sigtryggur Berg Sigmarsson of Icelandic experimental group Stilluppsteypa.  There is no clue given as to who does what on which track, and in fact the album's packaging consists only of five primitive, apparently hand-stamped brown paper slips, each listing the five members of the group in a different order.  In the background are fragments of Dada-esque typeset dialogue: "Please sirs, could you help me onto the railings so I might leap to my death into the waters?" or "This malign energy issued forth unchecked, saturating the intimate and the mundane alike to twist the innocent contents of our lives into shapes of vivid, indescribable horror."  Each slip is backed with a small print by the artist listed on top.  Because of the lack of practical information given about the project, the sounds on this CD emerge as even more esoteric and inscrutable than they would have anyway, and it would be impossible to untangle each artist's contribution.  The only entity that can be held responsible for this album, then, is The Sleeping Moustache. 
The mind-blowing quality of production is a consistent thread running through this cracked, chaotic journey across unspeakably weird audio realms, remaining vivid and thoroughly fucked for the duration of the album.  The album plays like an abstract radio drama in which the narrative could never be turned back into sensible language.  Chilling drones and stereo-phased plinks and plonks stretch and dilate while tiny flesh-eating robots force a freight train backwards through a rift in spacetime.  Squeaking door hinges and creaking wood stairs slowly sink into a burbling peat bog at midnight, while a gas-fueled generator floods the scene with obscene fluorescent lights.  Outmoded machinery and monstrous disembodied spirits battle for supremacy against a backdrop of cosmically generated keyboard drones, which shudder and pulsate as they fester into glowing red sores that blasphemously belch and vent thick steam into the pipes of a church organ.  Heavily delayed voices utter foreign gobbledygook which bounces between the stereo channels,  farting beings of pure static who cannibalistically consume each other inside telephone wires.  Damp, evacuated warehouses serve as the setting for strange and awful ceremonies involving tesla coils, rusty steel beams and quivering electrified gelatin fingers slowly caressing articulated marionettes enacting their own doom.
Suffice to say, fans of classic Nurse WIth Wound will rejoice at The Sleeping Moustache.  It's a thoroughly enjoyable resurrection of the sort of classic 1980s audio surrealism that groups like NWW and HNAS perfected, worthy of repeated deep listening sessions on headphones. © Helen Scarsdale 

The artwork for the first edition of The Sleeping Moustache features five letterpress prints from each of the artists with an edition of 1700.