The new Damno Te C10, VerKümmern, will be available on Amusementsbanales this fall.
Recently, we’ve had a bunch of our releases reviewed on various sites. It’s about time to throw them up on here. Lots of digs.
FROM VITAL WEEKLY (#839):
I think a group of sound artists et. al. based in Edmonton Canada, “is about acceptance and community…in which noise and experimental artists can express themselves” here 16 tracks/artists of fairly divergent sounds, minimal techie glitches, hums, harsh electro improv and spacey synth chords…I’ve compared comps to chocolate selections, but the idea of a zoo also crossed my mind, as in you perhaps remember some animals and not others and there isn’t that much in common, other than they are in a zoo, and not like the other animals in the city. Though zoos are not well regarded these days, more like prisons for creatures being guilty of being creatures. So R.D.P. is nothing like, I suspect innocent of crime and seeking community. I do have a problem with sound art as glue in that it isn’t that different from Mozart, and it would be foolish of me to express such thoughts as not only is it dangerous to upset groups, unlike zoo animals where one is protected by cages and steel fences, furthermore it offers the terrible prospect of being rejected by neo-liberals who think the arts like sport for all is good for the individual and so good for society, no different to how the Taliban regard the Koran then? That’s me in deep shit, animal dung I guess…Not that I’m accusing anyone of anything or have I visited a zoo in decades or will I do so, I sense the dread of going to a music concert or art gallery, the Saatchi Gallery is like a zoo, is a zoo? (jliat)
FROM VITAL WEEKLY (#839):
A C16 of found instruments? And electronics which shows a possible critique of “history” in HN which prompted the following idea… The kind of improvisation that Derek Bailey, AMM and many other musicians from the last century undertook could be in the face of the digital catastrophe of via individualizing networked humanity into a substratum of technology was an attempt to regain that moment when some predecessor – homo- erectus first made sound via improvisation. A yearning for the womb or the very un creation, precisely the sentiments of Joni Mitchell’s ‘back to the garden’. Whether it be guilt, loss or fear without purpose or God, this intellectualism masks a very childish (not child like) reaction to loss, or foundness, Heideggerean “throwness”. Making enemies here – but wasn’t National socialism extremely childish, and the image of the overweight philosophy in Nazi uniform laughable? Still he opposed democracy and so is still philosophically loved. A many faceted loss of the individual and fear of technology, cybernetics and such, but not a return to some Arcadia or one that can even stop at synthesis of DNA or any “2 bit Universe”. This might be precisely why at times in this seeming naïve exploration, of sound and devices for making sound, there is always an element of violence and anger which is again a Freudian hatred of the rejection of the womb, improvisation is not the sterile digital chatter, or as Hollywood portrays the unblinking cyborg. We have only to ask what companies like Apple and Microsoft are making, no weeping Mary’s are to be found in any Apple Store, or any improvisation that isn’t already pre-programmed. However improvisation is to be regarded like much else of music its a failure, hence Potier’s anger and tape is apt? (jliat)
Nearly a year between appearances, Edmonton’s Michael Toepfer returns with another Potier. tape. Titled ‘Ductile’, this relatively-brief cassette demonstrates well the live performance of Noise, not only through the intense energy peaks of Toepfer’s last endeavor, but with the additional dynamics of practice – the setup, the fondling, the ambiguity; here complimented by additional materials like wood and metals sniffed-out by contact mics. The punchy angles are still there, repeating the arrhythmic outburst of frustration which is the driving force of Harsh Noise, but the finer-tunings around the edges have allowed in a more qualified contrast across each side (the “duct” of the title: pores, vents and gills), no matter the levels, indicating a more meditative and efficient performance overall.
Free improvised ambient experimentalism, psychedelic noise, drone and wonder, all colliding in a hugely listen-able form in this seven track album called Nocturnal Reveries by Pigeon Breeders, a trio from Canada. This is really beautiful brilliant stuff …
Pigeon Breeders say they ‘specialise in improvised music’, but they don’t say what the parameters of their improvisations are, whether they agree on anything in advance, or whether they simply find their way interactively each time they start playing. Frankly, I like not knowing, and I would tend to argue that, when the result of the improvisation is this sort of music, the degree of agency, preparation or intentionality is largely irrelevant, although clearly the creative fluidity of improvisation is important. So what is ‘this sort of music’? Well, I try to avoid reducing peoples’ specific, lovingly crafted artistic utterances to a generic typology, but what I meant there was music that doesn’t appeal to the conventional ideology of art and craft to fix and locate its meanings. The music on Nocturnal Reveries is essentially ambient, in that its pulse is indeterminate, and that it evokes an atmosphere or implies a space, rather than articulating a (melodic, lyrical or any other kind of) narrative arc. The sounds in which it trades are recognisably the product of musical instruments, but Pigeon Breeders largely eschew the traditional signifiers of musicality, preferring instead to explore the sonic landscape of mechanical repetition, material stresses, and other processes in which sound creation is an incidental by-product. Only in ‘Melatonin’ and ‘Cold Sweat’, the final two tracks, do they allow overtly melodic materials to creep in, and then only as grist to the same repetitious mill that has ground out the rest of the album. These improvisations, while demonstrating an impressive degree of instrumental control, more importantly (and interestingly) proceed from a creative discipline and focus that is as unusual as it is single-minded. To resist the urge to vent your inner state runs counter to many people’s conception of improvisation, but Pigeon Breeders keep their collective eye on the ball, and Nocturnal Reverie successfully navigates the gap between impersonal automatism and subjective expression.
Nocturnal Reveries is a 7 track album by experimental ambient / noise trio Pigeon Breeders based in Edmonton, AB which was released on the Ramshackle Day Parade label. On Nocturnal Reveries the band focuses on creating lush bodies of noise that see Pigeon Breeders working with a more organized arrangement of songs as oppose to the freeform chaos that has become ubiquitous to this style of music.
On Nocturnal Reveries the band exploits and manipulates their instruments into forming layers of texture in order to create an encapsulating amount of depth. What sounds like bottles or pieces of metal clank together in the foreground of ‘Urban Decay’ while orchestral bodies of sound rise and fall in the background. The track does meander for a little bit but further in it becomes more dense and intense as a variety of strange and otherworldly noises are introduced into the mix. Modulated pitches emit swirls and screams and rebounding bleeps and bloops that appear as though they are interacting with each other. As I listen I imagine the sound coming from a large mothership hovering above a city. As I described, there are a ton of sound to hear in the second track alone but throughout the span of the album Pigeon Breeders continually introduces something different, even if you are unsure of what the origin of the sound is. I think what is even more impressive is that Pigeon Breeders doesn’t simply stick to a certain set of sounds, they maintain their own identity through their playing style and consistency alone.
One of my favorite things about Pigeon Breeders is each members ability to play like a normal band, to turn these otherwise directionless, formless ambient / noise epics into more structural compositions by introducing instruments not normally prevalent in noise and ambient, specifically the drumming on ‘Garlands’ and ‘Light Clutter’ in which the band implements into their songs surprisingly well. The drums aren’t just thrown in either, Pigeon Breeders instead builds the other components of their music around them adding an additional level of familiarity to an otherwise alien mixture of sounds. Instead of playing like a normal band, with guitars that sound like guitars, synths that sound like synths, bass that sounds like bass, etc. they use their instruments to create sounds that the instrument wasn’t initially designed to create; in a way the band transcends the identity of a band in relation to their instruments and instead, like many ambient / noise musicians they ditch the whole idea of the musician behind the music by introducing familiar sounds that are unfamiliar within a specific genre.
There were moments on this album were I was feeling bored. I was impressed and constantly intrigued by the first half of the album, it all felt so dense and at the same time airy and expansive but after ‘Light Clutter’ a lot of what I heard didn’t really do much for me, the rest of the album felt static, it lacked the energy that I craved from earlier in the album which is unfortunate considering how strong the album was up until that point. This is a good release from a young group that simply lacks a little polish. The trio creates organized movements of sound that remain complex and spontaneous in nature, it is as though they are not being composed by a group of musicians but by a body of advanced machinery or a piece of futuristic technology; that of which is the raw collective sounds of metal rubbing against metal, hissing and screeching, and low hums juxtaposed by high orbital sirens that surround the listener making it apparent that this release is just as much a visual experience as it is an audible one.
Dive Signals is an Orange-County based “experimental free-form project” care of Angel Ortega. The recent album 10,000 Tropics starts off feeling like a chillout mix for a solitary 3 A.M. walk on the beach and ends in hazy guitar numbers. It’s evident here that Dive Signals are definitely a project to keep an eye on.
Clocking in at just under 40 minutes, you might find yourself listening to it several times in one day. Especially while it’s still summer. Don’t forget to bring a towel.
Available digitally [FREE / name your price] as well as on CD-r & Cassette. Released by Static Reason Recordings.
28/06/12 : Zoo Zhop, Vancouver, Canada
29/06/12 : The Sound, Sechelt, Canada
30/06/12 : The Sound (circuit bending workshop w/ PQ + open jam hosted by Psychic TB and PQ), Sechelt, Canada
03/07/12 : tba, Salmo, Canada
04/07/12 : KCR 93.5FM, Nelson, Canada (starts at 8pm)
06/07/12 : Emmedia, Calgary, Canada
07/07/12 : house show, Regina, Canada
11/07/12 : CKUW 95.9FM, Winnipeg, Canada (starts at midnight)
12/07/12 : Negative Space, Winnipeg, Canada
13/07/12 : PAVED Art and New Media, Saskatoon, Canada
14/07/12 : Bohemia Cafe, Edmonton, Canada
Psychic Tuberculosis (Vancouver / Victoria)
Based out of Vancouver and Victoria, Psychic Tuberculosis is made up of drummer John Brennan, guitarist/vocalist Trevor Rutley and electronics player/vocalist Jacob Hardy. The three met in Vancouver, playing an impromptu set at Roy G Biv Studios. The chemistry clicked and the band was formed. The sound is a mix of punk, free improv and acid soaked psychedelia, drawing from influences as diverse as Crass, the Boredoms, Coltrane, Evangelista and Neil Young. The three have very separate and unique musical histories as well. Brennan has become known for his frantic rhythmic style but has also toured extensively with his solo electronic project Static Kitten as well as performing as part of Argon Floozy, a mainstay in the Montreal free improv scene. Rutley runs Gold Rush, a country, folk band and began trash noise project Italian Husbands with Hardy who himself has toured extensively with his dance-noise-acid project Holzkopf. The debut Psychic Tuberculosis cassette, “Sharp Tongue,” will be released on the Ramshackle Day Parade label.
Peter Quistgard (Amsterdam, NL)
Peter Quistgard is not that (probably lone) guy who bought CoolEditPro all those years ago (of which many of us should thank!), but is actually a one-man-band project from Amsterdam’s Luc Van Weelden. A regular contributor to Amsterdam’s OCCII concert house, and co-running the Toztizok Zoundz label. He can at times be seen performing in costumes adorned with flashing LED lights and extra tattered arms and heads (like if Swamp Thing fused his DNA with a shipment of Radio Shack components).
He displays his latent craft for collage in the software side of things as his structures seamlessly shift and change, leaving you surprised to the end and yet somehow still wondering where you began. There’s an experimental sensibility here which is absent from most of the “8-bit” scene, but believe me folks, you can boogie to this! This is rave music re-imagined in a doom-noise blender.
“Sick! – Like a 50-car pileup at the Bonneville Salt Flats.” (Kaonashi San)
Potier. – Ductile
Dubbed in Real-Time – 1 by 1
Edition of 50
Ramshackle Day Parade Records
2 Tracks – Recorded, Mixed & Mastered By Potier.
Artwork Layout by Myles Bartel.
This tape showcases a different side of
Potiers work – contact microphones, springs,
metal, wood, random objects.
6 Dollars US incl. shipping within North America
8 Dollars US incl. shipping rest of world
All available Potier.-Releases can now be purchased here.
I saw this trailer within the last week, and got pretty stoked about seeing the film. The project
is was receiving pledges through Kickstarter, which (if you aren’t already familiar with) helps artists receive financial support from everyday people for large projects. When I noticed their goal is set at $25,000 and with the project shy of half that amount ($11,883 as of this moment) and a deadline of noon tomorrow (EST time), I became a little disappointed to know it won’t be available to watch anytime soon. Regardless, thought it might garner interest among you. The filmmaker reached his goal at the last minute. Very sweet.
Oh and heads up, cassette tape is no longer in the Oxford Dictionary.