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Viennese trio Dirac are made up of Peter Kutin, Daniel Lercher and Florian Kindlinger, who are all active participants in Austria's more experimental musical circles, working in the fields of sound installation and live electronics. Emphasis falls into the latter category, and is a shining example of what can be achieved by electroacoustic free improvisation. The album opens in a slow and ambiguous fashion, taking on a minimal, soaring feel during 'This Is Your 4am Wake-Up Call', which ticks in an Oval-inspired, skipping-like fashion. It's a rather gentle exercise, but a cooly meditative introduction to the sort of sounds that'll be explored in greater depth during what's yet to come. 'Augarten' is a lowercase affair, creaking, crackling and occasionally emitting loose, disloated notes from guitar and piano. It's quiet and relies on your close attention, but its marriage of musicianly understatement and sheer otherness rewards your full engagement. Next, 'Bantu' offers a more confirmedly musical piece, glistening with processed tuned percussion and woozy, elongated tones that take on a curiously jazzy feel. The final entry, 'A Rest In Tension' is a more simplified composition, embracing the kind of organically derived drone sounds you'd hear on a Tape or Mountains record. Recommended. Boomkat
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DIRAC - Emphasis
David Wengrenn and Danny Norbury are no first time collaborators. The two artists have previously worked together under the banner of Wengrenn's Library Tapes, with Norbury contributing strings to a predominantly piano-driven soundworld. On this album, recorded as Le Lendemain, you might arrive at the conclusion that there's a more even distribution of creative duties on show. Much of 'Fires' substance can be thought of as an advancement of the groundwork laid down on the 'Sketches' album. Here though, from the very beginning Norbury's multitracked strings take a more prominent role, dominating 'Fiore' much as they did on his own 'Light In August' long-player, thanks to an exquisitely poised network of melancholy harmonic exchanges with Wengrenn's keywork, which all the while plots out a minimal refrain. As far as the ever-swelling ranks of modern classical recordings go, this one aligns itself more with the wild and unharnessed feel that characterises Richard Skelton's work - certainly more so than the comparatively sculpted catalogues of Max Richter and Johann Johannsson. In fact, there's a very strong case to be made for us not labelling this sort of thing as 'modern classical' at all. This is far more accessible than anything that term accurately describes. In an odd sort of way it feels like a romanticised simulation of what classical music becomes when filtered through the language of soundtracks rather than the more academic corners of composition; it's just easy shorthand to brand this as 'classical' purely based on the instrumental idiom. However you choose to approach this album, it's a gloriously beautiful and highly emotive body of work that's every bit the equal of any record in this duo's respective discographies. Sublime. Boomkat
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LE LENDEMAIN (DANNY NORBURY & LIBRARY TAPES) - Fires

Achingly beautiful album fusing elements of everything from Earth to Windy & Carl, Stephen O'Malley, My Bloody Valentine, Fennesz, Keith Fullerton Whitman and Emeralds - miss out at your peril!!!* Elm is the solo project of Jon Porras, one half of the deeply revered San Francisco drone lords, Barn Owl. Only his third release in solo mode, 'Nemcatacoa' has strong ties to his other project, but revolves around a lonelier and more personal agenda, with eight incredible tracks of widescreen Americana drone soul, stretching from the peripheries of Earth's maudlin blues-scapes to blissfully noisy and psychedelic ragas reminiscent of Pandit Pran Nath or Om. Recorded in the autumn to spring period of 2008-09, using both electric and acoustic guitar, harmonium, trumpet, recorder vocals, drum and cymbal, Porras weaves his magic with a deeply involved structure, divining that head-pressure spot between the folk drone of Windy & Carl or Six Organs of Admittance, and the overwhelming spatial dynamics of Stephen O'Malley. Tracks like 'Breath Of Midnight Still' are completely breathtaking, building a wall of sound worthy of MBV while still showing a sensitive astral awareness shared with the likes of Emeralds, or on 'Covered In Blankets And Moss' evolving his sheets of blissed guitar noise with a towering command worthy of Fennesz or Keith Fullerton Whitman. We can imagine that hearing these tracks played in the optimum acoustic setting could be a life changing experience. As a release on the sublime Digitalis Arts & Crafts label, you can expect the usual attention to detail with a matt black sleeve bearing silver etched artwork from Katie Boyle that make for an object of desire in themselves. Unlike some drone albums, the passion and arrangements here will warrant many, many repeat plays, it's just that sort of album. Incredible. Boomkat
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ELM - Nemcatacoa
A couple of months back 12k gave us a preview of this album via the single release of 'Hikari No Hana'. The version of the song that appears on this album is a different mix, side-stepping the single release's skipping electronic beats in favour of more plainly articulated acoustic material. For the most part however, this Japanese duo thrive in an electrified soundworld, concocting such fluttering J-pop delights as 'Life', which combines filtered synths with worn-out drum machines for a muted, more organic feel than the kind of material Taylor Deupree released via his old Happy sub-label, or the 12k output of fellow Japanese popsters like Moskitoo. There's an almost folksy simplicity to the arrangements and recording style here, resulting in atmospheric acoustic tracts such as the lovely 'Heaven Knows', while elsewhere, only the very lightest of electronic touches is detectable, as on tracks like the beat-puntuated, accordion-driven 'Daisy' and the Wechsel Garland-like 'Amaoto'. 'In Light' must rank as one of 12k's most resoundingly successful forays into music of this ilk, and that's largely attributable to the comparatively diminutive role played by digital production. Here the songs succeed because there's no unnecessarily flashy post-production interfering with their effective and simple construction. Another excellent transmission from 12k - highly recommended. Boomkat
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SMALL COLOR - In Light

Further refinements of the Chain Reaction-inspired sounds of A Sight Below's Glider arrive in the form of this new EP, featuring new tracks 'Murmur' and 'Wishing Me Asleep'. The title track in particular makes excellent use of its feathered ambient core, lightening up an uptempo dub-techno template with plumes of abstract, floating textures. 'Wishing Me Asleep' buries the driving force of its 4/4 kick drum even deeper in its billowing, Gas-liike soundscape, a formula that's not upset much on Eluvium's remix of 'No Place For Us', which multiplies the beats but retains that orchestral, droning signature. FInally, Glider's opening cut, 'At First Touch' gets an overhaul from Simon Scott, whose current rich vein of form carries over nicely into this beatless, scorching and Tim Hecker-like swirl of noise. Boomkat
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THE SIGHT BELOW - Murmur EP

An Angel Fell Where The Kestrels hover follows up on Peter Wright's Snow Blind double album, released earlier on in the year via the Install label. Where that recording focused on what Wright perceived to be the "foreboding darkness and gloom of winter", this album - its sunnier counterpart - is designed as a portrait of the brighter, livelier summer months. The substance of Wright's material is comparable to recent 12k fare such as Seaworthy's 1897; there's a similar emphasis on pastoral location, while much of the more musical component of the music's driving force originates from effected guitar passages. After a couple of tracks that owe something to Robin Guthrie's ambient guitar processing, Wright unleashes a flurry of field recordings on 'Lavender Buzz', with bees, tweeting birds and a great density of activity all accounted for. Similarly, 'River Lea Time Lapse' absorbs the various surrounding noises and integrates them into a swelling drone. At this point the album takes a turn towards highly mellifluous, ornamental ambience, and although it brings nothing new to the genre its tunefulness and level of detail makes for an intoxicating, balmy listen. Boomkat
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PETER WRIGHT - An Angel Fell Where the Kestrel
Pyramids with Nadja is a massive collaborative effort between Pyramids, Nadja and a number of otherwise established musicians. The instrumentation on this record might be described as an energized ambient, infused with an intelligent ear for avant-garde metal and an almost indiscernible adherence to a sort of pop sensibility. PwN successfully melds the still unparalleled compositional methodology developed in Pyramids' "s/t" album with Nadja's trademarked dirge-like shoegaze. All members of Pyramids (f. coloccia, m. dean, m. kraig, r. loren, d. william) and Nadja (Aidan Baker & Leah Buckereff) perform on all four tracks on the record.
Pyramids with Nadja also features: Simon Raymonde of Cocteau Twins and This Mortal Coil (performs bass on track one and four), Albin Julius of Der Blutharsch (performs vocals on track four), Chris Simpson of Mineral (performs vocals on track two), Colin Marston of Dysrhythmia and Behold the Arctopus (co-produced/engineered track one) and James Plotkin of Khanate, Khlyst, O.L.D. Phantomsmasher (mixed and mastered the entire album). And if that weren't enough Ulver and Lustmord remixed the track, "Into the Silent Waves," for a limited 12", to be released on Hydra Head early 2010.
Followers of electronic music should already be acquainted with the distinguished output of musician and sound artist Stephen Vitiello. His work has previously been published via labels such as Sub Rosa, while sound installations have been exhibited at the Whitney Biennial. Add to this collaborations with Machinefabriek and Lawrence English and Vitiello's CV reads very nicely indeed. Molly Berg comes from a very different background, having previously appeared on recordings by Cracker and Magnolia Electric Co. songwriter Jason Molina. The two Virginia-based artists came together for a soundtrack project commissioned by Brazilian video artist Eder Santos, whose video portrait of a lonely, zoo-dwelling gorilla (named Idi Amin) was the starting point. Although only a three-minute piece was required of the duo, they improvised their way through forty minutes of guitar, clarinet, vocals, field recording and electronics, the results of which then became the basis for this charming and beguiling album. The sound field on The Gorilla Variations carries an enormous amount of depth, with each piece representing a finely tuned balance of instrumentation, processing and sounds from the natural world. Above all else this is an approachably musical album, casting electroacoustics in a wholly accessible light - the pieces each take their different instrumental focuses and delve into collaged composition, playing melody against acousmatic timbre for a sonically gratifying intertwining of song structure and soundscape. Highly recommended. Boomkat
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MOLLY BERG + STEPHEN VITIELLO - The Gorilla Variations

"Jordan Sauer (Segue) has been quietly furrowing away with his own work and his own label (Duckbay) for a few years now. I say 'furrowing' because in the often generic sounding ambient/minimal scene, Jordan's work really sticks out for its organic and highly melodic nature. His work is one of attention to detail, of gentle, enveloping development,and a rather honest and open soulfulness. For me, Grey feels like a folk album in many ways: earthy, open, and warm. Over nearly 44 minutes Jordan takes us on a quiet, very autumnal journey using guitars, drones, clicks, clacks and innocent wonderment. I am thrilled that Tokyo Droning gets to release this beautiful work, and I am so glad some of you get to own it too, so long as you are quick enough!" www.tokyodroning.com
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SEGUE - Grey
Shrouded in the mystery and the opaque, otherworldly quality we've come to expect from the consistently remarkable Miasmah imprint, this beguiling debut album has been wrecking our collective heads here in the office for some time. Pieced together from a plethora of unidentified samples, field recordings and found sounds, Kreng taps into a unique, almost indescribable corner of the musical universe that originates from, and proceeds to completely re-imagine, the world of music for film and theatre. The eleven pieces here were, indeed, originally made for a variety of theatre productions and retain that illusory quality that's so often associated with arts-based music, but without any of the site-specific pretension or impenetrability that you'd think goes hand hand in with this kind of material. There's an intensely overbearing darkness to this work, covered by a dense thicket of layered drones and fuzzy sound recordings, but as each piece progresses narrow cracks begin to emerge, letting in shards of colour and light painted through fragments of jazz and classical music re-painted in shimmering, luxurious colours. It's very hard to think of any singular points of reference, but there are elements here that remind us of György Ligeti, Cliff Martinez, Moondog, Arvo Pärt, Arthur Lipsett, Deathprod, Bernard Herrmann and Dictaphone - while really sounding very little like any of them. "L'Autopsie Phénoménale De Dieu" is an incredible, utterly mesmerising collection of pieces that we have little doubt will entice, seduce and terrify you in equal measure and, needless to say, comes to you with our highest possible recommendation. Boomkat
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KRENG - L'Autopsie Phénoménale De Dieu
"It's about the memory... As always..."
Recorded in numerous locations, from Seoul to Lecce & Paris to Pennsylvania, multi-instrumentalist Ian Hawgood returns to his roots to capture the memories of these places; the sights, the smells, the sounds but, most importantly, the people he considers friends.
A deeply personal journey, but one in which Ian invites you to join him in remembering the good times as he basks in the draping, folk guitar, ethereal, hazy drones and poignant nostalgia encapsulated in this release.
Ian Hawgood - Before I Let The Sunshine Rot.

There's been a huge buzz doing the rounds about this release over the last few weeks, and judging by the volume of queries we've had about it we can only assume that you lot are already aware of the sheer brilliance of the latest and most anticipated album from Andreas Tilliander yet. 'Persona' is an intense and multi-layered exploration of reduced dub, drone and hauntological elements realised on a truly epic scale, referencing everyone from William Basinski to Thomas Koner, Mika Vainio, Vladislav Delay, Tim Hecker, even Akira Rabelais along the way. Opening track "About last step and scale" edges into existence with an almost frayed tape loop that slowly gathers weight and momentum, turning into a colossal reverberation edging into drone with the kind of ghostly, submerged existence that's as unnerving as it is blissful. At the other end of the album "invitation to love" proceeds along a similar trajectory but is much more decimated, deploying a kind of haunted ballroom effect that brings to mind James Kirby's awesome Caretaker albums, with a degraded tape sound followers of William Basinski will immediately recognise. The middle section of the album is more distilled - "When The Sun Hits" and "the House Hit' introducing percussive elements and, briefly, a squashed square bassline that's so unexpected it almost yanks you out of the dense fog of sounds in which you've been engulfed with very little warning. It's a jarring but deeply compelling diversion point that adds dimension and space to what can only be described as the best realised album in Tilliander's already impressive catalogue. Essential Purchase. boomkat
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MOKIRA - Persona
+1, the third full-length album by Los Angeles-based electro-acoustic outfit Mem1 (Mark Cetilia on electronics and Laura Cetilia on electronics and cello) , presents nine collaborations involving the duo and Jan Jelinek, Ido Govrin, AREA C, RS-232, Frank Bretschneider, Kadet Kuhne, Jen Boyd, Jeremy Drake, and Steve Roden. Regardless of the collaborator involved, what distinguishes Mem1's approach is its concentration on the textural mass. In others' hands, the cello might be exploited as a lead melodic voice, something to be separated out from its context; in the case of Mem1, Laura's cello functions as an element within the whole—an integral and prominent element, certainly, yet still one purposefully integrated to operate as part of the textural mass. Suggesting a parallel (as the accompanying press notes do) between Mem1's approach and the rhizome concept (as characterized in Deleuze & Guattari's A Thousand Plateaus) isn't misguided, as the group's sound is founded upon the idea of multi-linked tendrils and connecting threads. Organic and improvisation-based, the typical Mem1 piece unfolds patiently, mutating through various episodes in a way that disregards conventional notions of compositional structure and melody; bar-based rhythms also are rejected in favour of natural flow and meander. Jan Jelinek helps the duo generate a uniform, slow-motion textural mass of insect chirps, cello plucks, and vaporous textures, while, in the Ido Govrin setting, natural sounds such as crashing waves inhabit the periphery of a low-level and skeletal meditation largely devoted to layered of creaking and sawing sounds. Elsewhere, a pulsating percussive pattern lends Frank Bretschneider's piece a rhythmic thrust largely absent elsewhere, and Jeremy Drake's haunted industrial setting impresses as one of the album's most powerfully evocative pieces. Even with the contributions of the collaborators factored in, the bold chamber music pieces documented on +1 strongly retain the Mem1 imprint and end up sounding like variations on shared conceptual and production schemes. Textura
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When writing about releases on Craig Tattersall's lovingly handcrafted Cotton Goods label it's always a temptation to start going on about the packaging first, and this new triple disc set from the mysterious Sub Loam proves to be especially alluring in that department. You'll find the three 3" CDs collectively housed inside a sturdy microfilm box, with each one therein individually slotted into envelopes made from old books, embossed with the Cotton Goods Ltd stamp. And of course everything's hand-numbered, with just 100 copies in circulation. It's a lovely and outlandishly elaborate item, so let's hope we find that the music has been similarly laboured over once we've prized it from its housing. The first disc in the Ohr triptych ('Nettle Mix') initiates us into a world of flickering delays and tape reel manipulations - a billowing soundscape littered with analogue recording artifacts, Radiophonic effects sweeps and overloaded space echo. The vintage feel is perfectly in tune with the recovered, antique feel to the presentation, and it's carried over onto the next disc (titled 'Overgrown Path') which features fragments of grainy chords and hiss-saturated background noises. Once again, the piece is characterised by the warm repercussions of vintage echo - carving thunderclap sound effects into the background - but there's a more prominent, Basinski-esque melodic element here too. The final disc ('Stones, Sunlight, Morning') is inevitably suggestive of that great buzzword du jour, 'hauntology', offering shadows and reverberations of something that once was, rather than anything tangible. These evolving, ambient echo loops eventually give way to more discernible constituents, and the sound of the elements consumes the final few minutes: gusts of wind and watery field recordings draw the disc to a close, leaving you with the same sense of mystery and puzzlement you probably had when you entered into all this. The discs played in sequence make for a beautiful, tape-spun sound cycle, but as an alternative serving suggestion, you could probably fashion yourself a rather wonderful Zaireeka-style multichannel listening experience by rigging the discs to all play simultaneously. However you choose to digest it, Ohr is clearly a very special release in all departments, act fast if you want one as these babies just never last very long... Boomkat
SUB LOAM - Ohr (parts 1,2 and 3)
The project of New York-based Brendon Anderegg and Koen Holtkamp, Mountains have, in the four years since they first appeared, gained much critical acclaim for their impressionist sound formations. While their first two albums were published on their own imprint, Apestaartje, their third opus proper, Choral, materialised on Chicago’s Thrill Jockey. In early 2009, Mountains recorded a long improvisation in Anderegg’s studio, in live condition. The resulting piece, Etching, was then sold, as a CDR, during the tour coinciding with the release of Choral. This recording aiming to document the band in a similar setting to that of the tour, is now made available once again through Thrill Jockey as a very limited LP-only release. Originally consisting of just one long live improvised piece, which was split into two sequences for the vinyl version, Etching is typical of the work of Brendon Anderegg and Koen Holtkamp. Built from a sound pool consisting of acoustic and electric guitars, and various other acoustic instruments and electronics, processed and treated live and assembled into an ever changing piece, Etching harks back to the band’s self-titled debut album, which consisted primarily of long compositions, often stretching well past the fifteen minute mark. Here though, the sonic progression is much more nuanced as the piece gently ebbs and flows over its all course, making the most of the time scale to emphasised the various tones and moods that are often found in their shorter tracks. Etching opens with a gentle layering of acoustic guitars, which grows slowly as new elements are progressively swallowed to become intrinsic part of a rolling melodic formation. By the four minute mark, the nucleus of the piece has become totally smooth and uniform, allowing for shimmering electronics to ripple on its surface before settling into a second layer of sediment. From there on, this stratification process is repeated over and over until Etching reaches its first peak, ten minutes in, and is subjected to a meticulous erosion from there on as its first segment rapidly fades away. The piece quickly regains momentum though, and this time Anderegg and Holtkamp deploy an even richer set of sounds. Very much like on Choral, the original sources are pretty impossible to isolate or identify fully here, apart for the recurring textural guitar components which give Etching a superb outline, contributing to the ethereal character of the piece. Developed over just under forty minutes, its poetic meanders and evocative tones brought to life like never before, Etching is a composition without equal in Mountains’ work. TheMilkFactory
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Anthony Saggers aka Stray Ghost was one of those random Myspace finds for me, back when I was first starting up Dead Pilot. I was immediately impressed with his claustrophobic Hecker style drones and contacted him promptly about the label. We had planned a split record between him and another ambient artist I had been in contact with. This, however, never saw the light of day but instead Ant gave me a 2 track disc entitled "Fabula/Sjuzhet", which featured 2 tracks of fierce and dark textured ambience. I loved it, but was itching for more. Ant was working on various other projects for other labels around the time, but the wait was worth it. When Ant first hinted at what this album may be like, I was overwhelmed with his ambition. The early demo I heard was staggering. When Ant uploaded a rough version of the full album, I was blown away. "An Avalanche of Swollen Tongues" opens with the 23 minute long title track of kaleidoscopic spectral ambiance. Swells of celestial tones reach back and forth around your mind, surrounding your sense in a warm glow. The glorious "Grains and Waves" follows. An outstanding piece of melodic genius; euphoric and intense and filled with overwhelming emotion. At around the 5 and a half minute mark in this track, your hairs will stand on end and you will be lifted out of your body and mind, transcending into pure bliss. Ant has channeled some deep emotions into his work on this album. It's intensity, along with it's fragility, evokes otherworldly imagery and feelings. "Sunday's Tape Hiss" sounds like the exploration of wreckage's and ruins; finding small hints of what was once there. Ghostly, dark and deeply catastrophic. Dead Pilot Records
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Stray Ghost - An Avalanche of Swollen Tongues

One of Robin Storey’s many strengths has been to the ability to translate the genius loci of his north England homeland into musical artifacts. Listening to Dark Rivers put me in a headspace of animistic communion with the internal and external landscapes he evokes. As the title suggests, they were mostly of an aquatic nature. These songs are fluid, amorphous, ever shifting, snaking like water from creek to river to ocean, and layered in time (spanning from monolithic rock glyphs to the military-industrial complex of the Cold War) as well as in space. The sampled voice of Terrence Mckenna, unmistakable with its hyperspace insectoid drawl, opens the record with the time stretched utterance “something on the edge of nowhere,” announcing the liminal passages and secretive undercurrents explored on this album. Mckenna’s words encapsulate the fleeting feeling of trying to capture fugitive thoughts and images as they pass, rapid fire, through the cobwebs of the mind—the same subconscious places these songs seem to seep into and probe. Illegible voices from a police or military scanner emanate from swirling pools of reverb laden percussion, full of squelch, each one squabbling for supremacy. “Old Gods and Freezing Rain” is a piece filled with dark echoing screams that conjure up visions of tribal warfare, sacrifice, and invocation. The rhythmic palpitations and elongated loops of “After the Storm” clear the cold air after that hiss laden aberration. The lazy pitter-patter of soft snares and brushed hi-hats is reminiscent of a slow drizzle. A few notes are played on a synth, forming concentric circles that ripple out of the stereo in a moment of transcendent beauty. Lush synth chords are also present on “The Messiah of Science,” but they are buried underneath relentless distorted rhythms. The aggression heard there is quick to abate though as “Particle Dome” mixes the calm evening chirps of crickets with detuned chanting, and a vaporous sound bringing to mind images of fog and mist rolling into the hills. The drones continue in “This Side of Zero,” the longest track at 13 minutes and sandwiched smack dab in the middle. It percolates gently with voices sounding as if they have been slurred by a tape dragging at the wrong speed. Later the crackling of a stylus emerges processed with flange or phase. “Drawing Lines in the Rocks” is another luminary song. The percussion has been sped up to the point where it does not sound like separate hits or punctuations, transforming into a smooth accelerated tone, with shimmering middle-eastern strings weaving loom like around it, at a lower volume, just beneath the surface. Dark Rivers is filled with many of Storey’s patented techniques, his idiosyncratic use of percussion and loops, and sounds culled from various unnamed world instruments. Landscapes, whether natural or altered by man (modern or ancient) are motifs he has explored on his other albums and in his visual artwork. As such this album is a further refinement of his aesthetics and working procedures, and a represented his continued deepening immersion in the environment around him. Brainwashed
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There is a world that shadows our world, a world of mysterious design and unspoken secrets, of space that breathes and infinite echoes that never cease to cry. Mirrors that refract images into dark pools of cosmic nothingness. Inade explore these worlds on their latest masterpiece, The Incarnation of the Solar Architects, in which sound is utilized in a transformative manner, not only to focus on that which lies beyond and that which has never been seen, but to embrace the Darkness and let it wash over one's soul. The mythology that Inade has created touches that place beyond forever, yet now, through the insistence of that which lurks in the margins, a metamorphosis has transpired, in which the cosmos of self has awakened. If one believes that God is everywhere, so is the Darkness that came before Him. A Darkness thriving with anonymous ideals (the possibilities are endless ... ) and devious intentions, resplendent with mystical creatures that shamble through antediluvian kingdoms constructed from polished metal, luxurious crystals, and unlimited dreams ... though one would need new eyes to see them, and new ears to hear them. Inade provide the soundtrack--the frisson of unease is abundant, a churning, seething dread that veers into awe. It's up to the individual listener to listen intently, behind shuttered eyelids ... to see and experience the true labyrinthine hierarchy of black splendor that awaits. iNADE
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INADE - The Incarnation Of The Solar Architects
Though it might seem as if each week brings with it new Funckarma product, Vell Vagranz is actually the first full CD of original material since (the now-defunct) Sublight issued Bion Glent in 2006. The Dutch siblings have hardly been idle, however: the remix compilation Refurbished Two appeared in 2007 (a mere two years after volume one), and they also stay busy with innumerable other projects, some of which include Shadowhuntaz (Funckarma + Non Genetic), Quench, and Scone (Funckarma + Kettle). Vell Vagranz is a potpourri of sorts, with a number of tracks involving contributions from Seaming To, Kettle, Spyweirdos, Landau, and phinx. During the seventy-three-minute set, Don and Roel tackle a diverse range of styles in addition to their usual beat-heavy electronica (“Magaz Stinged,” “Deace”), including dubstep (“Woodfaced,” a reprise of “Woodface” which appeared on the recent Highpoint Lowlife release Dubstoned EP 1) and even, surprisingly, ambient-electro moodscaping (“Ketayseam,” “The Other Dredge”) and drum'n'bass (“Fraid Shim”). “Darker Days” (featuring original material by Landau) finds the Funckens touring a trippy future-jazz zone while “Kinnex,” one of two Seaming To-Funckarma collabs, plunges the listener into a whirlpool of gyroscopic beat patterns and sinuous female vocals. The later “Ketayseam” (the original track by Scone ) pulls the shades down for a hallucinatory ambient workout where Seaming To's emotive ululations and clarinet playing are given free reign. In addition, soprano saxophone and saxello rapturously tango and sputter over a serpentine Funckarma pulse during “The Sound Between Us” (the original track by Spyweirdos & Floros Floridis) while pungent psychedelic aroma permeates the ultra-spasmodic “Basszen” and “Vell Vagranz.” Regardless of stylistic detour or collaborator, Funckarma's tracks always retain certain instantly identifiable elements—whip-crack, hip-hop-influenced beats (hear how viciously the slamming snare kicks the groove along in “Swame Deff”), writhing bass throb, and chameleonic electronic design—the presence of which helps make Vell Vagranz a good showcase for the brothers' skills. The brothers-that-never-sleep also weigh in this month with their first-ever “ambient” full-length. With album and track titles (such as “Ymadyn Line” and “Jenz Amd”) being largely meaningless, Psar Dymog becomes a pure listening experience in the truest sense. At seventy-three minutes, there's a lot to sink one's teeth into, and with one track segueing into the next, the album feels more like an extended, scenic travelogue than sixteen separate renderings. The album overflows with becalmed and tranquil moodscapes (“Amon Velvet,” “Ymadyn Line”) that alternate with more aggressive settings, such as “Raud Bumb” with its turbulent wave-like rhythms and dramatic, writhing flourishes. As it turns out, Psar Dymog isn't really ambient at all (if one interprets the term to mean ambient of the “wallpaper” kind) but instead beatless soundscape settings of wide-ranging character and mood, many of them in a symphonic ambient-IDM style (“Tubed Infend,” “Psar Dymog”), others more akin to paradisiacal sound paintings (“Pipe Screen”), portentous nightscapes (“Noire Dane,” “Kardane Syco”), and prog-inflected, extra-terrestrial journeys (“Bee Zaine,” which includes pulsating patterns that recall Tangerine Dream's Phaedra, and “Screed Reasched”). “Fanil Dredged” even closes the album with four glimmering minutes of keyboard funk intertwine and church organ atmosphere. Listeners familiar with the Funckens' preference for mutation in their usual Funckarma material will encounter a similar restlessness in these “ambient” tracks. They're anything but static, as each piece undergoes constant metamorphosis throughout its running time.Textura
Prolific experimental drone-scaper Fabio Orsi joins forces with Gianluca Becuzzi and Salvatore Borrelli (aka ETRE) for this new release. The album is divided into three parts of identical length, but the content of the respective sides of this musical equilateral triangle varies greatly. The first piece gets off to a simmering start ushered in by withdrawn, sustaining tones, going on to add fragmented acoustic guitar twangs and tactile, scrap-like field recordings, bringing a metallic quality to the second half. Act two takes on a more layered feel, swelling up into a deep ambient whirl of harmony, before untangling itself in a pleasingly discordant fashion towards the end. Finally, the album comes to a dignified close with a highly musical third act - a lulling guitar riff loops through the early stages while the lapping of seaside wave recordings lulls you into a mid-section populated by jumbled percussive granules, more bluesy guitar figures and a final passage of quiet dignified drone. Excellent stuff, this. Boomkat
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FABIO ORSI & GIANLUCA BECUZZI, (ETRE) - So Far

Pleq, (Bartosz Dziadosz) from Poland is an ingenious experimental project, Pleq is showing his talent on his album called "The fallen love".
Every track is well thought creation of very organic sounding electronica. It is very nice and deeply layered with glitchy patterns of clicks and warm synthetics.
Vocal lines and voice cuts pop-up from time to time to lift these tracks to even a more warm happening to listen to. How cold his home country can be during wintertime, the more warmth he brings with every track that is deployed on this album. Pleq's music is the final answer to understanding social obedience trough sound. superb ! U-cover
PLEQ - The Fallen Love
It is really a case of Frost by name, Frost(y) by nature when it comes to Australian-born musician Ben Frost. Currently living in Reykjavik, Iceland, Frost has been spilling his chilling blend of decaying electronica and processed electric guitars since 2001 and has released music on Room40, Dreamland Recordings and Architecture. In 2006, he joined the ranks of Valgeir Sigurðsson’s excellent Bedroom Community and released his third album, Theory Of Machines, an icy collection of battered metal heavily processed through razor-sharp electronics and field recordings. Three years on, By The Throat throws this broken world on its head and plunges into a dense, dark and threatening network of subterranean galleries, almost permanently subjected to destructive quakes. Even more so than on Theory Of Machines, Frost expertly manipulates moods on this album, moving from menace to fear, tension to oppression, with great dexterity, building dense layers of sounds to serve his narrative threads. Right from the opening moments of Killshot, with its heavy slabs of abrasive processed guitars, distortions and deafening bass, Frost sets the tone. Below the decomposing top layers though is a strangely ethereal little melody which appears totally unexpectedly and becomes for a short moment the focus of the piece. Things take a much darker and more chilling turn with The Carpathians. Echoing the album cover, which depicts two wolves caught in headlights, a human figure hunched behind them, distorted wolf howls are brushed over the growing hum of an orchestral drone to create a disturbingly oppressive and cold sound piece. On Leo Needs A New Pair Of Shoes, Frost applies even more pressure, but instead of doing so in obvious fashion, he uses anticipation and frustration to feed the tension. The piece starts gently enough, with a circling melody played on the piano and echoes of an acoustic guitar being plucked, occupying the space for a while, with ominous string work woven into the piece later on. It all threatens to break apart at any moment to let a torrent of noise and distortion in, but it never happens. Instead, Frost teases the mind to build anxiety, and then freezes the mood with the sound of howling wolves, brought much closer to the surface, again. This tension build-up is found on other piece here, but it often leads to some kind of release. This is particularly the case on Hibakúsja, which goes from a brass and guitar opening sequence into much denser clusters of noises and distortions, paced by the erratic breathing of a human being gasping for air. Emerging out of this chaos are the soothing sounds of a cello and a violin, bringing some kind of normality back for an instant. Strings are at the heart of Peter Venkman Pt. 1, arranged in angular shapes, augmented with what sounds like a ghostly choir, that are somewhere between electro-acoustic and musique concrète abstraction. On the second part, a gentler guitar motif slowly rises amongst the musical debris and appears to progressively guide the instruments back onto a more peaceful path. The last three pieces work together, as their main environment, built from arid and sterile noises and processed sounds, gets constantly redefined, at times pushing into pure noise, at other bringing back some musical elements, but never settling for long on any particular shore. For this record, Ben Frost has brought a number of collaborators on board, including composer Nico Muhly, Swedish metal band Crowpath, Arcade Fire drummer Jeremy Gara and all-female Icelandic string quartet Amiina, each bringing their particular universe, from which Frost feeds freely to construct his own paranoid world. Over the year, he has been pushing increasingly towards these murky grounds, finding his way where others would lose themselves forever. If Theory Of Machines was the sound of engineering gone wrong, By The Throat is that of nature shutting down, bringing all life forms down in its fall. themilkfactory
Ben Frost's 2007 album Theory Of Machines caused quite a stir within the electronic music community, shattering genre conventions with its deft conflation of intensely dark metal, academic electroacoustics and blissful, drone-weaving modern classical touches. By The Throat takes these same principles and develops them into something altogether grander. This is an album of contradictions: during the opening piece 'Killshot', you'll be exposed to music that's both viscerally hard on the ears and achingly beautiful, combining gracefully cinematic dulcimer melodies and mesmeric swells of noise that swirl amid a sea of nerve-shredding electronics. The track segues into a dirge of howling wolves with 'The Carpathians', a piece of doom-laden menace that competes with the grimmest moments of SunnO))) or KTL in terms of intensity. We're only a couple of tracks in so far, but already this is shaping up to be pretty special. Despite opening with a tuneful flurry of string plucks, 'Hibakusja' soon reveals a darker side, collapsing into a horrifying mess of respiratory unpleasantness, as if soundtracking a drowning man trying to keep afloat - the field recordings of someone desperately drawing breath take on a creepily emotive timbre once immersed in serrated noise signals and melancholy string arpeggios. This is no easy ride, yet despite the disturbing undercurrents and horror soundtrack tactics this album never ceases to sound beautiful. Co-produced by Frost and the dependably excellent Valgeir Sigursson, By The Throat also owes some of its sonic prowess to contributions from Amiina, The Arcade Fire's Jeremy Gara and fellow Bedroom Community star Nico Muhly. This formidable and far-reaching body of work might be one of 2009's most singularly impressive listening experiences, and very likely the only record you'll hear this year whose repertoire consists of both luscious classical chamber compositions and the hunting calls of killer whales... A very high recommendation. Boomkat

Following on from the eponymous 10-20 debut album, Ed Davenport has designed a series of EP releases: Island, Mountain, Lake and Isthmus. Island is the first of these, and one of three to take the form of a digital-only release. After 'Pol' introduces itself with a barrage of percussive, granulated sound particles, 'Hallow' brings some more rhythmically ordered sounds to the EP, shuffling through beats with a woody thwack on the snare while all kinds of incidental and ornamental noises fire away in the background. Rounds-era Four Tet springs to mind, but there's something a little more up-to-the-minute about all this too, Sounding like Autechre trying to find their way out of a forest, 'Nei (Reversion)' is a deluge of organic polyrhythms, before finally 'Thing From Inner Space' wraps up the EP with yet another blast of challenging, massively articulate beat-led electronics. Ace. Boomkat
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Certainly the term “oceanic” has been used to excess in characterizing the Echospace and Deepchord music produced by Rod Modell and Steve Hitchell but it's almost impossible not to invoke it when confronted with their material. The latest Echospace release is epic in not just sound but in form, too, with its two discs—the first originals, the second interpretations of same—serving up nearly 160 minutes of ultra-deep soundscaping. Even the very title of Brock Van Wey's contribution to the Echospace imprint—White Clouds Drift On And On—captures the immense and oft-slow moving sound of the Detroit-based label's material. Van Wey's material may catch some Echospace listeners off guard, as it's wholly beatless and thus focused entirely on grandiose ambient formations. In place of beats, the San Francisco-based producer (who also operates under the name Bvdub) adds voices whose extroverted, ululating counterpoint (on “A Gentle Hand to Hold,” for instance) proves more than a little entrancing. After “I Knew Happiness Once” gradually swells into a towering mass of strings and static texture, loudly chanting voices give the track an ecstatic quality and add to the material's hypnotic impact. Van Wey builds his enveloping cloud formations from what sounds like a blurry and gently hissing mass of flutes, voices, strings, and keyboards. As “Forever a Stranger” demonstrates, that sound mass can be awesome in its magnitude, as deep as a bottomless pool and as panoramic as the sky overhead. In “Too Little Too Late,” huge vaporous exhales and soothing melodies blur into one another, forming a breathing colossus, while phase-treated guitars and vocal accents deepen the already paradisiacal character of “A Chance to Start Over.” Even without titles like “I Knew Happiness Once” and “A Gentle Hand to Hold,” the material's melancholy character still would come through loud and clear. Listening to the first album is similar to the time-suspending experience of sitting on a cottage deck by a lake without a care in the world and enveloped by no other sounds than those of gentle breezes and water softly crashing ashore. The bonus disc is a palindromic treatment of the first, with no other than Echospace manager Hitchell treating Van Wey's tracks to “Intrusion Shape” makeovers in a reverse running order. Prior to hearing the second disc, I half-expected Hitchell would toughen up the originals by adding a heavy bottom end but soon discovered—not objectionably—that he chose to stay true to the originals' restrained character, even if a beat dimension is now subtly present. He also expands on the originals' sonic palette by adding grand piano, field recordings, synthesizer, and congas(!) to the remixes. Not to be outdone in the epic department, the Intrusion mix of “White Clouds Drift On And On” unspools for a towering twenty-four minutes. With a soft metallic hiss snaking alongside waves of clangorous shimmer, the remix's loping sound is quintessential Intrusion, and Hitchell adds an almost subliminal rhythm dimension in the form of a softly beating kick drum and the faint pitter-patter of congas. The re-shapes of “A Chance To Start Over” and “I Knew Happiness Once” lull hypnotically too but “A Gentle Hand To Hold” is perhaps the disc's prettiest setting, as Hitchell strips the sound mass down to let the grand piano's chords and soulful main melody come forth powerfully while a samba-like rhythm sways underneath. It's a glorious moment on a release that contains more than its share. Though it's obviously more ambient in character than the label's other releases, White Clouds Drift On And On is nonetheless a stellar addition to the Echospace catalogue. Think of it as a serenading counterpart and grandiose complement to the label's usual dub-techno. Textura

One of the most brilliant artists to emerge from the steadily swelling drone/psyche spectrum of the latter half of this decade must be Black To Comm. After amassing a highly regarded set of recordings for his own equally awesome Dekorder label and a celebrated release for Digitalis, Marc Richter deposits one of his most concise compositions yet upon the Type label. 'Alphabet 1968' has been in gestation for a little while now, causing ripples of hushed excitement in this office as the realisation grew that Marc had accomplished one of the most diverse, darkly magical and absorbing albums of his career so far. Precedents for the Black To Comm sound stretch from Charlemagne Palestine to Growing and Steve Reich, but anyone who has experienced his sound would merely confirm these as reference points, as the artists share guiding principles of drone, esoteric psychedelia and classical structures. What separates Marc, here with some help from Joana Baranka and Renate Nikolauf, is the fractally overlapping effect he creates, unpredictably strafing between textures and blocks of sound with mystifying mixing techniques, and especially with 'Alphabet 1968' the intensity, pace and boldness of these sweeping transportations, creating atmospheric pressures sharp enough to give lesser experienced divers the bends. From a list of potent ingredients - vinyl & Shellac loops, metal percussion, shortwave radio, Argeiphontes Lyre, kitchen gamelan and the Glockenspiel native to his Black Forest and Hamburg home, Black to Comm conjures a trip as riveting as a Hans Christian Anderson tale, while as disorientatingly psychedelic as being lost in a twilight forest scene with a handful of 2ci for company. Incredible. Boomkat
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Descending down a steep slope, I slowly enter a cavern populated with dripping stalactites, swinging wind chimes, and wondering whispers. The dark atmosphere soaks up the humidity of a distant buzzing organism and spews it out through DSP filters and control voltage modulated synths. Through repetitive patterns, nested recursion, and looped iterations, Lissom experiments with data-structure-precise evolving soundscapes, that compile and burst into tiny binary sonic fragments, binding themselves to receptors in the membrane of the synapse. This purely ambient and atmospheric work is built on field recordings, acoustic sources, and synthesized sounds, all pulling me farther, deeper, and away from the perceived reality. In this cave I sit for hours, contemplating the harmony of the spheres and the dissonance of our souls. While the nature lives in agreement, the humanity is polluted by one unconscious thought: "I am not enough". With this exploration of sound, I descend to the most sacred base, where I am everything that I could ever be, one with being. Tana Sprague is an Oakland, CA based sound and video artist, releasing her debut album on Dragon's Eye Recordings under the Lissom moniker. Sprague's intention behind her work is indeed to "manipulate awareness of time, space, place, and scale." Her goal is accomplished through measured tones and hypnotic beatless rhythms. "Inspired by the elegant complexity of organic forms, she utilizes various electronic and digital devices to synthesize a similar enveloping intricacy". On Nest of Iterations, Sprague demonstrates her complete control of sound design, which she no doubt perfected through her studies in Interdisciplinary Computing and the Arts at the University of California. Nest of Iterations is an excellent addition to Yann Novak's collection of works on his Dragon's Eye Recordings label. Released as a 250 limited edition 5" CD-R, this work will surely become a sought after collector's item to those marveling in the works of Carsten Nicolai (Alva Noto), Taylor Dupree, Richard Chartier, and Evan Bartholomew. themusiclobby
LISSOM - Nest Of Iterations

By the bucket load they come, an unrelenting cascade of ambient music, popping out of the interweb and into my brain like a swarm of droning bees. In any given week there appears to be at least another one or two ambient releases that demands attention. 2009 has been a particularly strong year for this field, but even so, the vast majority fall in the “pretty but forgettable” category. However, every so often a record comes along that emerges from the pack as something memorable. Anthropology Vol.1 certainly falls into that memorable category: a release that could potentially reaffirm ones faith in the genre after wading through the masses of mediocrity.
Anthropology, the study of us humans, is a remarkably apt name for this release. What we are treated to is a journey through every facet of human emotion, from joy to despair, celebration to grief. Each separate piece seems to resonate with the listener in an almost spiritual way. Quite often music of this type is described as religious (I’m guilty of doing this myself), but there really is something truly sacred about this record. It is at times achingly beautiful, life affirming stuff.
What Loren Dent offers here are sweeping, gushing, singing drones. Each tone radiates out gently, giving a natural liquidity to the music. Everything flows together, all sympathetically heading toward the same goal. There is no break throughout the entire seventy-three minutes; the audience experiences a constant wall of sound from start to finish. Often such an approach would prove overpowering, but this is where Dent’s compositional skill and understanding come in to play. On a track such as “An Archaeology Of Tones,” where the tone is far darker, Dent is able to shift the mood effortlessly so that it at no point overbears the listener. Each track tends to swell and build to an intensity that demands the listener to take notice. This is a record that struggles to sit quietly in the background.
When one comes from Austin, Texas and makes minimalist music, expect a comparison to Stars of The Lid, even though they moved away nearly ten years ago. Its inevitable that any artist offering this kind of slowly evolving, almost classical drone music will be compared to the Austin duo, but when an artist hails from the same town, it's almost unavoidable. It would be fair to say there are moments on Anthropology that clearly evoke the spirit of SoTL. Whether or not they were inspired by the same sparse Texan landscape is unclear, but “The Loss of Eternal Life” in particular could probably be slid into “And Their Refinement of The Decline” and few would notice the difference. However, the song is done so well that this is not a complaint but rather a compliment.
One other clear comparison that I struggle to ignore is that of Brian Eno. Perhaps not prominent throughout the majority of the record, it is the stunning “This Thing We Enjoy” that really evokes the ambient master. The clear strings build slowly while being surrounded by aquatic high notes that shimmer and sing in the background. Expect to hear this piece sound-tracking wildlife documentaries after the producer’s copy of “An Ending (Ascent)” has worn out. Although this is a clear highlight of Anthropology, it is stylistically unique: the use of swathes of drones is far less prominent and there is a much clearer structure. It perhaps highlights the one true downside of the album: that many of the tracks simply lack this level of composition.
This is a perfect example of the power of ambient music. For many this genre is a tool used to aid sleep or as background sound. Unfortunately, for many of the records released these days, this is about the limit of their powers. However, when executed by a composer as gifted and as understanding of the art as Loren Dent, it can become one of the most rewarding albums out there. There are subtleties and nuances that reward each repeated listen, further adding to the beauty and depth of the work. This is something all fans of drones should really investigate, as it has the potential to re-ignite any disillusioned follower’s passion for this music. I’m personally already waiting with baited breathe for Vol. 2. thesilentballet
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LOREN DENT - Anthropology, Vol. 1
Alpine. (note the dot as part of the name) is the latest recruit of the Highpoint Lowlife squad, and this EP is his first release. Behind the project is Alex Smalley, already known of Highpoint Lowlife for being one half of Pausal, who published a digital-only EP on the label two years ago, while Smalley’s video work was also featured on the label’s Analog For Architecture compilation released that same year. Fr:om Harmed Weather To Stark, Micro, Climates., also a digital-only released, is made up of six tracks, each track title, added to the previous, forming the full title of this release. Exploring beautiful ambient musical forms, built around vaporous soundscapes and gentle electronic brushes which have a tendency to evaporate all too quickly, Smalley deploys here a series of nuanced and fragile compositions dotted of a great evocative scope. All the way through, Smalley teases his audience with vast cinematic soundscapes which could sprawl over almost endlessly, but which are instead cut down and brought to miniature size, never going much over the four minute mark, and often staying well under that. This truly contrasting effect is remarkably effective on the pastoral Weather, which appears to concentrate shimmering summer light, brooding storms and melting snow into just two and a half minutes. On the longer To Stark, Smalley once again plays with the notion of light and shade by bringing together wind chimes, slowly evolving patterns and sombre textures, while following track Micro, focuses on much smoother and linear drone-like forms, only disturbed by the addition of found sounds in the distance. Earlier, Smalley assembles harsher sounds on Harmed to once again create an evolutionary drone, but here, there is much more emphasis on its angular aspect. At times, there are hints of Eno’s Ambient experiments hidden deep within the dense sound clusters of this record which, when they surface, most notably on opening piece Fr:om and on Climates. which closes, give these respective tracks a particular hue otherwise only noticeable in the distance, while, elsewhere, his confident production and sound formations contribute to making this a truly fascinating, if much too short, opus. Following the recent ambient release from The Village Orchestra, Alpine. provides Highpoint Lowlife with yet another fine slice of atmospheric electronic music. themilkfactory
ALPINE. - fr:om harmed weather to stark, micro, climates
After 12 years as a quartet drummer Jarle Vespestad decided to call it a day before the start of recording sessions at Oslo´s famous Rainbow Studios. This spurred two further sessions, one taking place at Henie Onstad Art Centre with all three members playing Hammond organs. This album is put together from that session, but we doubt anyone would figure out the instrumentation without prior knowledge. It´s also fair to say that ”Supersilent 9” as a whole goes a long way towards being the most avant garde and otherworldly recording the band has done so far.
The album was mixed and produced by Deathprod and mastered by mastering guru Bob Katz in close collaboration with Deathprod, with a view to keep the dynamic range of the original recording intact. Supersilent have been going for 12 years, always moving forward with the greatest integrity. Supersilent music is collective work, total group improvising, and not a matter of individual grandstanding. They never rehearse as a group and don't discuss the music with each other, meeting only to play concerts or to record. Every recording and every concert are unique occasions not to be repeated and their music lives in a no-man's-land between the genres, somewhere between rock, electronica, jazz and modern composition. It can sometimes appear to be written or at least arranged, again making it clear that these musicians communicate on a high, almost telepatic level. Needless to say, there are no overdubs.
Supersilent was formed in Oslo in 1997 after producer, musician and soundartist Helge Sten approached improvising trio ”Veslefrekk” with the idéa of forming a new quartet. The first time they played together was a concert at Bergen Jazz Festival the same year. Their first album, the triple set ”1-3” was released in late 97, also being the first release on Rune Grammofon. Ståle Storløkken is a member of Humcrush, Elephant9 and Terje Rypdal´s Skywards trio and a few other groups. He also recorded with Raoul Björkenheim, Trevor Dunn and Morgan Ågren for Box, a new project released on Rune Grammofon in early 2008. Arve Henriksen has released four solo albums, three of them for Rune Grammofon, to high international acclaim, and he has recorded with David Sylvian, Trygve Seim, Christian Wallumrød, Jon Balke and many others. Helge Sten, aka Deathprod, was a former member of rock group Motorpsycho and is now a permanent member in Susanna´s trio. He is a producer on the various independent scenes in Norway, with credits including Jaga Jazzist, Nils Petter Molvær, Motorpsycho, The White Birch, Susanna (with and without her Magical Orchestra) and several others. Cargorecords
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Long-awaited follow-up to 'Imperial Distortion', one of our albums of last year and an incredible exercise in layered ambience that will blow your mind if you have grown up in awe of Aphex Twin's 'Selected Ambient Works Volume II'* 'Imperial Horizon' is Kevin Drumm's addendum to last years overwhelming epic 'Imperial Distortion'. That album is simultaneously one of the bleakest yet most life-affirming releases of the last few years, enveloping the listener in a saturated miasmah of unearthly drone textures to create the mood of utterly sublime darkness that has left us enraptured since we first heard it. The format of that album was given to lengthy track times where the only source of disappointment was when they didn't continue infinitely. Drumm has partly corrected that problem with 'Imperial Horizon', erecting a single standalone obelisk sixty four minutes in length and requiring your undivided attention for the duration, carrying the (most dedicated) listener to an out-of-focus and indistinct perimeter on glacially moving tonal oscillations. Drumm's approach to arrangement is crucially devoid of any overblown dynamics or statements, and instead developed with a knowingly stoic gaze and refined subtlety so far removed from the Black Metal that he loves, but at once the same in its stringently focussed tenacity. Throughout the duration minor changes occur with an organic and barely heard quality, as if one is listening to the exact same sound, but perceived from different angles as they're revealed to the ear by Drumm's mystifying processes. The more caustic first half is ripe with the Ballardian imagery of municipal noise pollution symphonies coalesced into grandly muted articulations, before the overloaded tones gradually peel and dissipate into glassy harmonics, piercing the atmosphere with the ethereal quality of a theremin and most reminding us of the standout moments on Aphex Twins SAW volume 2. A suspended bass tone is introduced in the final section, leavening the balance with a gravity that draws the piece away from the heavenly registers to something altogether more earthbound, but still leaving the listener plenty of room for interpretation. Imperial Horizon' is a work of majestic minimalist control and discipline that comes very highly recommended to anyone who fancies losing themselves further than the last time. Essential Purchase. Boomkat
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KEVIN DRUMM - Imperial Horizon

Mountain Ocean Sun is a project fronted by His Name Is Alive main man Warren Defever, who collaborates with three like-minded drone artists for an hour-long recording of shruti box, harmonium, bells, gongs and violin. The group's first performance was at a 500 year old Buddhist temple in Osaka, and that pretty much sets the tone for the quartet's quasi-mystical approach to soundscaping. Defever himself continues to mythologise, describing the recording as having been made "on a mountain, in the woods, near a river, a lake, and the city" going on to say "When it was over I was blind". Truth be told, Peace Conference is one of those records that would greatly benefit from having no accompanying spiel, because there's a very natural, intuitively played out drone record that's rich in atmosphere and organic sound matter. Given that there's no discernible post-processing or environmental sounds involved, the composition of the record actually comes as something of a refreshing diversion from the dominant strands of contemporary ambient music, and the various instruments and sound sources come together in an intelligent, well thought out fashion. A very beautiful album from this excellent label - Highly recommended. Boomkat
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*Incredible 25-minute percussion and bass variations from Japanese uber-producer Aoki Takamasa, new on Raster Noton!* Hugely respected percussive technician Aoki Takamasa has released a stream of rhythmic electronic expressions on labels like Fat Cat and Progressive Form since 2001. This is his first set of productions for the Raster Noton imprint, released as part of their 'Unun' series, after previous installments from Grischa Lichtenberg and NHK. 'RN-Rhythm-Variations' explores body-enveloping digital rhythms reminding us of SND's autistic funk rewired with the hi-brow hip-hop swing of Frank Bretschneider. The succinctly titled 'RN2-09 PT1 + PT2' may be of most interest to any DJ's due to the 130bpm tempo setting and heavily swung robo-step rhythms, crafting irresistibly funky patterns from the sheerest digital processing, before 'RN3-09' settles down into a bass-shaped blue groove reminding us of Farben if he had a stronger taste for licks of caustic digital noise. On the flip 'RN4-09' concentrates on a heavily swung and Bretschneider-style hiphop rhythm with cyber-squalls of distortion, while 'RN5-09' sounds like a Tin Man track reprocessed by NHK. This EP retains the impeccable quality of the series so far and comes highly recommended to any fans of Autechre, Alva Noto or Pan Sonic. Play Loud! Boomkat
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Steven R. Smith is one of the most fascinating guitarists and writers this country has. Along with talents like Glenn Jones, Jack Rose, and Ben Chasny, he has composed a remarkable and singular body of work grounded in the history and spirit of America (guts and all). After nearly 15 years and well over 30 albums Smith has composed one of his best records yet, one that approaches the greatness of Tableland. Economical and sharply focused, Cities plays out like the soundtrack to humanity's slow and sad funeral. I don't mean to suggest that Smith and Jones or Smith and Chasny have all that much in common musically, but they all produce distinctly American sounding music. What they write is married variously to folk and country traditions, the myth of the wild west, or American nature and mysticism. On Cities Smith focuses squarely on nature and myth, with an eye towards the reclamation of land and beauty lost. Beginning with "Cities in Decline," Steven paints a portrait of man as criminal and of nature as judge, jury, and executioner. A shifting drone made from a frayed violin sets the tone for the entire album and for the appearance of a descending guitar melody that imitates the opening song's title. With Smith we descend into a world set ablaze: skyline's burn in the distance, cities become unsafe, and the unsympathetic stillness of the wild offers itself as the only shelter from mankind's dread fate. Of course, it turns out to be a graveyard itself. Smith's style is so sharp and perfectly honed that vivid images jump out of the music and offer themselves instead of laying in wait for an adventurous listener. On Cities the power of impressionism is utilized to its fullest. Bright and clear melodies populate the record, but they are used to contrast the vast swathes of tonal color and smears of texture that make up most of the record. Where singable melodies and familiar song structures emerge, they do so quite strongly and with a great deal of emotional power. "Line to Line, Pole to Pole" is one such instance. The song lasts but a minute, but in that time Smith splits open his record and reveals a fragile beauty full of wonder, remorse, and fractured memory. As it turns out, much of the album sounds like an imperfectly recalled memory. There are spots on the record where Smith's playing reaches for some unseen apex, but falls short and breaks down. It's as if his fingers can't quite remember what to do or as though they've become weak. On "The City Gate" a violin leads the action, but its typically brilliant tenor is rendered rough and feeble, like it would sound if a child were playing the melody but still learning how to draw the bow across the strings. Misremembered or misplayed phrases appear all over the record, but in a deliberate fashion. In other places, instruments sound distant and uncertain, as though the narrative being told is full of "maybes" and "I believes." And this is what I mean by Smith's playing being especially impressionistic: he's not worried about songs so much as he is about painting a picture or describing a scene. "The Road" is an example of him combining both approaches in the same song. A guitar with nylon strings walks over a simple organ melody and the crackling glimmer of Smith's electric accompaniments. The arrangement imitates the cadence of someone walking or stumbling down a path with a scorched and blistered plain providing the sad setting for this almost pathetic scene. The title and tone recall Cormac McCarthy's novel of the same name and I have to assume Smith is referencing it, even if unconsciously. It would make the perfect soundtrack to that destitute story. Cities is both painful and pleasant, much in the same way as McCarthy's book. Small victories are won throughout the album, especially where simple beauty and awe burst through all the destruction and distortion. "All is One, One is None, None" closes the album on this note, where a kind of bittersweet reverence is intimated. A half-yelled, half-sung chorus of wordless notes is set beneath a buzzing wave of guitar noise and glinting harmony. As the song fades to nothing, a resigned quietude takes over and the bleak landscapes of Smith's mind appear to silence the possibility of saying anything more. There's no struggle and no pain in the music, just a quiet breath and a small feeling, like standing in the shadow of the world. Brainwashed
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