A Growing Buzz Meets Telecom Nullspace (MP3)

It starts as a light hum, a buzz saw made of feathers, God’s own electric toothbrush as muffled by a locked bathroom door and a running shower. And then the buzz grows. Not in the imagination, like the neighbor’s water heater that seems to be going through a growth spurt but is really just draining your emotional reserves at 3:27am; this buzz really grows, getting more chaotic, even if its volume remains relatively set. It gets denser and wilder, but being a buzz, the wildness is also a kind of softness: more bristly sonic fibers per second. It goes on in this way for more 13 minutes, courtesy of musician Brendan Murray (MP3).

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And then, about five minutes before it comes to a close, the sound shifts drastically. What happens at that juncture is like nothing so much as a phone call that’s been cut short. Of course, dial tones don’t exist like they used to. Phone calls, generally speaking, go dead, not into a drone of telecom nullspace. And so with that illusion dispelled, the dialtone drone shifts, slows, into a wave form.

It’s here that Murray really gets going. Up until that juncture, the track has earned its Zen credentials. Now patterns emerge from and alongside that wave form, layers of sonic cumulus, hovering, creating moires, delicate counterpoint, pointilist minimalism. The compositional/improvisational pursuit is a pleasure to witness as it unfolds.

Rare Frequency posted the set, which was recorded a few days ago, on April 21, with minimal explanatory notes (“He’s shifted from a sampler-based set-up to using a variety of synthesizers”), so I tweeted Murray, who is at twitter.com/buttonpushing, and got responses to my requests for information about “what you were after musically or using technologically?”

Track originally posted at rarefrequency.com. More on Massachusetts-based Murray at buttonpushing.wordpress.com and, of course, twitter.com/buttonpushing.

How Genres Are Like Broken Clocks (MP3s)

Genres don’t die. They just slow down and take root. Ask any current bebop, rockabilly, or drum’n’bass crew. Sometimes the rooting is regional. To dive into the world of electronic music in the former Soviet Union and related territories is to find deep outposts of late-1970s-era fusoid proto-electronica, wafty vapors whose attempt to signify etherealness is at odds with the histrionic drama of chords sturdy enough to use as a hammock. And, increasingly, and perhaps preferably, spending time in Slavic record bins (or their virtual equivalent) also means finding numerous albums that could have been released on the Ninja Tune label during its early heyday, the mid-1990s.

Case in point, the recent album Jazl Mnstr by Enko, aka Enkolf Kitler, who lives in Moscow but was raised and educated in the Ukraine. Heavy on rhythm, it’s drums and bass but not, for the most part, drum’n’bass. Once upon a time this would have had the name Funki Porcini or Amon Tobin on it. Heard at this late date, the emphasis on rhythmic play sounds “post-rock” at times, the way it employs the cornerstones of a band but prods them, probes them, toward their own end, rather than merely utilizing them as a supporting structure for a vocalist.

Of course, like a lot of good post-rock, the band format that Enko is probing isn’t really a rock band at all, but a jazz one. “Kont (JZL)” opens with a round-the-kit drum pattern that’s all loose and world-weary, and little at all changes even as slow strips of synthesized tones get layered atop it (MP3). “Max Mospin” explores similar territory but at roughly half the pace, and the sound is as if it’s being recorded from the other end of an impossibly long rectangular room (MP3). One major treat is the opening track, appropriately titled “Sparking Noise,” that’s all glistening static and notes that proclaim themselves as the penultimate moments of some epiphanic melody, and yet never quite resolve; if a synthesizer were a can of soda, this is what it would sound like when you popped it open (MP3).

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Naysayers can dismiss such genre enclaves as holding patterns, but genres can be like clocks, which even when broken tell the correct time twice a day. For every coolhunter who thinks a certain type of music’s time has come and gone, there’s another noting how such-and-such classic sound is back. (The same can be said of food criticism: “Oh, sushi is so 1980s.” “Oh, comfort food like mashed potatoes and chicken fried steak is suddenly all the rage.”) Hems go up; hems go down. Best to ignore the trendwatchers and appreciate the level of dedication of the parties involved.

Album released on the Bypass netlabel at archive.org. More on Enko at his last.fm page.

Church Organ as Drone Progenitor (MP3)

Drone music may have its greatest progenitor in the pipe organ, and Arturas BumÅ¡teinas explores that lineage in “Shadow (of Shadows).” Recorded in late 2010 in Warsaw, Poland, at St. John’s Cathedral in a performance by organist Algirdas Biveinis, the work is a slow build of extended tones. It is as much an experiment, however, in spatial recording as it is in slomo drone rock. The end result is a mixdown of multi-channel recording, including one external to the cathedral. “The piece,” we’re told, “was recorded with several portable recorders placed around the area of church, one extra microphone was placed outside the church to record the sounds of crows flying above the roofs.” One would hope that outside device also captured the muffled sound of the organ as heard through the church’s dense walls (MP3).

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Layered in during post-production are bits of human speech, a “random female voice fragment” from YouTube, and Alfred Lord Tennyson’s “Charge of the Light Brigade.”There’s also what appears, at about the half-hour mark, the sudden intrusion of what may be a tourist’s voice. The real ghost, however, may be of the political variety. Apparently the origin of the composition is as “a harmonic analysis of Soviet Lithuania’s (1940-1990) anthem.” Hence the work’s title; a brief liner note likens the piece to “a shadow of another shadow.”

Track originally posted as part of the Crónicaster series at cronicaelectronica.org.

It’s worth noting that the previous entry in the Crónicaster series, this one by Luis Marte, was also recorded in a cathedral.

Reanimating a Medium: Radio

Caught the second of three nights of the 14th annual Activating the Medium festival yesterday evening. The theme of this year’s festival is “radio,” and last night the medium felt active, if posthumously so. Appropriate for a medium that perennially seems to be further supplanted by newer and newer technology, there was a sense of a requiem to the proceedings. Sample-based music, which provided the basis for three of the night’s four sets, picked at its remains like a scavenger. And a body picked at aggressively can give the impression of life.

After almost a decade and a half, one would hope for a larger audience than was present. The room at the Lab, in San Francisco’s Mission District, was full — but it’s not an especially large floor. Still, the audience was engaged. With the exception of a handful of members who left during especially noisy passages, the house remained full for four sets and nearly three hours straight of abstract, often difficult listening.

Thomas Carnacki opened. Carnacki a meta-pseudonym (an existing fictional character adopted as a pseudonym), borrowed by Gregory Scharpen, who is based in nearby Berkeley. It’s a metaphysical one, as well, in that the name originated as a supernatural detective invented by author William Hope Hodgson. Scharpen’s resemblance to a mix of Alan Moore (who, it’s worth noting, has himself adopted Carnacki in his work) and Lenin is disrupted only when he smiles, which is quite often, especially when the quartet he directs (including Jesse Burson, James Kaiser, and Gregory Hagan) gains momentum. Collectively they have the air of a seance, in part because of their humble formal wear, and in part because the music they make is of the haunted-house school, found voices sublimated in rough noise.

Robert Piotrowicz, who coming from Poland was the festival’s most exotic participant, spoke at length before his set, but too quietly and at too quick a pace for much of the audience to get his meaning. His work was more pixelated than the rest of the evening’s offerings. With echoes of Alva Noto and Ryoji Ikeda, he built an initial grid of singular, atomic sounds, and then bred them into an increasing storm of activity. It was during his set that some members of the audience, one by one, made their hasty exit, forced out by the sound. The scene at the back of the room brought to mind the fainting police cadets in the opening credits of the old TV show Quincy, M.E. (Piotrowicz arrived from the Communikey festival in Boulder, which I wrote about last week.)

Ensemble Economique is economical indeed, as it consists of just one person, Brian Pyle, who hails from further upstate, Arcata in Humboldt County. His work drew from radio “interval music,” which he has described as “basically the signature tune of a radio station when they sign-on and sign-off.” The result was a kind of free-form exotica, bits of varied songs, some vocal, many not, sewn together. Elements were repeated and distended, which transformed the bits of composition into a new composition. It was in three movements, he announced at the start, but their divisions weren’t necessarily strictly discernible. If any piece this evening suggested itself as a finished work, due for repeated listening as a fixed recording, it was this one. Its mix of eclecticism and melodic concision, of orchestral sensibility and musique-concrète technique, brought to mind the BBC’s Radiophonic Workshop, one of whose purposes was the creation of internal tunes.

The concert closed with a sampling tour-de-force by San Francisco’s Wobbly (aka Jon Leidecker), who only half-jokingly collapsed to the floor when he was done. Few musicians make sampling as visceral as does Wobbly, whose material was by far the most rhythmic of the evening. He started strong, no announcement, no description, with many in the audience still standing. After some initial noises, he rotated a variety of pre-existing sound, triggering and sometimes introducing his own melodic elements. One of the pleasures of watching Wobbly live is, as is often said of some actors, watching his mind work, which is to say watching how his facial expressions hint at the decisions he’s making as the piece, as the performance, proceeds.

A show earlier in the month, at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art, co-presented with SFCinematheque, featured Richard Garet and Allison Holt, the latter in collaboration wit Jim Haynes who is part of 23five, the sponsoring body. Tonight, back at the Lab, will be Gregg Kowalsky, Vertonen, Byron Westbrook, and Zachary James Watkins.

More on 23five, the organization that runs Activating the Medium, at facebook.com/23five and 23five.org, which also has details on a broadcast component to this year’s festival. More the musicians at detritus.net/wobbly, myspace.com/ensembleeconomique, and robertpiotrowicz.net. (I failed to locate a page for Scharpen.)

(Photo courtesy of flickr.com user Shannes, via Creative Commons.)

Past Week at Twitter.com/Disquiet

  • Morning sounds: baby rattle, hard drive, fan, typing, electric toothbrush (aka salle-de-bain didgeridoo). #
  • My iTunes email alert for this week: John Cage and Royce da 5'9". Not bad. #sentience #algorithmic #curation #
  • It's exciting, and exciting in part because it is rare, to hear live gadget/laptop music that doesn't end on a slow fadeout. #
  • Present & accounted for. RT @_TheLab_ Tonight: Wobbly, Robert Piotrowicz (Poland), Ensemble Economique, Thomas Carnacki http://bit.ly/hLOcr1 #
  • Mariachi thumbing his bass, its sound almost inaudible amid din of chatter and drone of HVAC, in a Mission taqueria. #
  • Fave track of the week: "Lost Words" off John Zorn's Nova Express (Medeski, Wollesen, Dunn, Baron) #
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