Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Einstürzende Neubauten - Strategies Against Architecture Vol. 1 (Mute, 1984)

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In this year, the 30th anniversary of Einstürzende Neubauten, it could be said that we need to perform a reenactment of the old destructive values of industrial music in order to keep a semblance of resistance to the ever-evolving, ever-growing society of the spectacle. These are, after all, good times for it: millions watching the Super Bowl for the ads (a most baroque development of consumerism), a million others twittering away their passive, simulated sympathy for third-world natural disasters, and a million more endlessly (re)constructing their identity via Facebook profile categories as the company feeds them what Google Buzz ominously calls ‘the good stuff’, ‘only the stuff you like’. Circumstances obviously are not what they were then, in 1984, but maybe these Strategies Against Architecture will help remind us how it’s possible to use the tools of power and control to create experiences of shock that awaken us to a new form of consciousness. Not in a psychedelic sense, but in a very down-to-earth sense of perhaps living within Goya’s ‘sleep/dream of Reason’… ultimately producing monsters.

The German band used and uses all sorts of equipment not purposefully fit for the creation of music; their monster is industrially annoying and violent, pushing whoever listens to the edge of noise-maddened delusion. This isn’t a Cageian statement of inclusion and transmutation, of making art of what traditionally isn’t: it’s an opposite mechanical operation of meaning that works to stretch the old futurist idea of ecological noise-music to the extreme, to the subjugation of the body, its consequent destruction, and its replacement for pieces of steel processed in a line of assemblage. A machine creating machines creating meanings creating monsters creating meanings. Systems upon systems, just like the military, the originators of ‘strategies’, that turn on themselves and implode due to small failures and glitches. Terminator all over again, except there’s no ‘humans vs. machines’, for we are, indeed, one and the same.

The album itself is a compilation of pieces that linger between full productions (it’s originally called Strategies Against Architecture ’80-’83, exactly the years separating the first two ‘official’ albums by the band); as a glitch it is significant, and perhaps even more so than what the supposedly real albums represent. After all, the structure behind studio albums is as architectonic as it gets, and can be undermined by these apparent periods of transition and other practices such as bootlegs and whatnot. Their value as part of the strategy is high, and readers interested in enacting forms of criticism against pop will easily grasp what these musicians anguished by the Berlin Wall and disappointed by the artificially binary choice of life in the last decade of the Cold War were onto.

Download the compilation if you will, and spread the seed to those people who, like me, lack the imagination to try and venture into the land of the new and need the guidance of wiser, more creative persons whose ideas hold the possibility of re-thinking our own circumstances.


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Monday, March 15, 2010

Delia Derbyshire & Barry Bermange - Within Dreams (1964)

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Housekeeping: This is a bootleg (or so RYM leads me to believe) and I cannot find it available for purchase (corroborating my prior). Therefore there is no "album art," nor a label page. However, you can purchase some of Delia's work at the artist page provided above.

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Memories are a fickle -- somewhere between their inception and subsequent recollection a cognitive editing takes place, whereby instances are recoded, highlighting and deleting excerpts. Then, once recalled, these romanticized histories blur our already subjective perception. Is this unsavory? I don't presume to be in the position to speak for others, so I can only write about my own experiences. Well, in regard to the question I just posed, I'd rather not say -- they're my memories after all -- though I suppose neither is this revision insidious, nor is it unequivocally beneficial...or maybe it is the other way around...wait, what am I writing about here?

Ah, yes, like Triadic Memories, Within Dreams plays with our musical memories. Herein Derbyshire and Bermange stitch together individuals recounting their dreams, forming this lovely collage. But unlike Feldman, who, in so far as you could with his language, formalizes this coding onto parchment, Delia Derbyshire and Barry Bermange drone forgetfulness into my conscious. Maybe I am overstimulated or systematically a poor listener, but some je ne sais quoi almost forces this tape music to my back-burner. Whence the found spoken words drift first in and out of my short-term memory, then return seconds or minutes later, slightly transposed. The track 'Sea' better sums this up than I can,
...and I had a sensation that I was going to drown, and I would surface again, and I would start to drown again, and I would surface again, come up again, then I would go down into the water, and I had a sensation that I was going to drown...
I can't quite work out whether this disorientation is of Delia and Barry's doing or my own inattentiveness. I realize that through a dedicated listen I could get to the heart of this matter, but I am all too happy with this fuzziness.


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Monday, March 8, 2010

Tom Johnson - Rational Melodies (HatHut, 1993)

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Disclaimer: I am not enthralled by the music herein and am largely only providing a link to invite skeptics of what follows. I, however, am using this space to expand on a thought which has been plaguing me for the past few weeks.

Rational Melodies, or so Tom Johnson calls them, is twenty-one short movements composed through simple algorithms, each leaving the orchestration indeterminate (in this rendition, Blum opts for the piccolo, flute, alto flute, and bass flute).

Before progressing, semantics are in order. How exactly are we to interpret rationality in this context? For me, as an Economics graduate student, the word is about as loaded as one can be. Obviously I do not think Johnson was referring to Homo economicus, nor his/her social science/behavioral brethren; nonetheless, enough similarities exist (or so I believe) to spark my interest. I presume the rationality Johnson invokes is the kind employed by the serialist: a system; an axiomatic approach to a discipline; or more precisely, a process. A certain composer (whose Kool-aid I have admittedly drank) once said, "Boulez only cares how things are constructed, not how they sound." Hyperbole, probably, but there are some undeniable aspects to that quote. Since Schoenberg and his subsequent "death", so much of the art of composition focuses on the science of process -- a set of rules upon which dynamics, tempo, and tonality can be deduced.

So then are the so-called Minimalists a reaction to rationality? From some of Steve Reich's quotes, I can only assume Stockhausen, Berio, and Boulez have been on his and his cohort's mind. No, or at least not a rejection of rationality (or an embrace of irrationality), I assert. I am well aware of the musicological reductionism going on here, but I have a point, I swear your honor. As aleatoric In C or Rational Melodies are, ultimately, when the symbols become sound, the piece becomes fully determined and all we are left with is what we heard and a document of process. Indeed there are some heuristics lying in the nether region between composition and performance, but what I perceive is a systematic approach to irrationality, a realm of cognition in which logic holds no power. Thus the prior quoted composer would retort to Johnson's attempt at reductio ad absurdum with, "The composer makes plans, music laughs."

Where does that leave us? Is all music inherently rational in a deductive sense? Well, no. Firstly, even in my sloppiest of fervor, I doubt I could claim induction. Secondly, rationality has successfully been weakened, I believe, through the resignation of control (not to be confused with the handing-over of control to stochastic means), through the abandonment of expectations and the embracing of the personal experience. John Cage once wrote, "Any attempt to exclude the 'irrational' is irrational. Any composing strategy which is wholly 'rational' is irrational in the extreme." That is, the place for the aesthetician, not the academician, is in the middle, unaware of the poles.

Everyone should take a gander at Johnson's The Voice of New Music, a collection of articles written for the Village Voice on the new sound happening in late 70's, early 80's New York. This can be found for free (and legally) in pdf and word format here.

P.S. As I was flipping through March's Wire, I was reminded of what renewed my interest in Tom Johnson: another rendition of Rational Melodies is now out on New World CD, and seeing as the HatHut release is out of print (I think), I direct consumers here. Additionally, it appears as though Wire had a rather different take on this composition. While normally such a contradiction would hurt an assertion, I think this aids-not-proves my not-argument.

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Gérard Grisey - Quatre chants pour franchir le seuil (Kairos, 2001)

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Given how popular Les espaces acoustiques was last year, I thought maybe I should further Grisey-up this blog. But then what should follow that aforementioned mammoth of a song cycle; it is rather tough to follow up one of the greatest pieces of music (yes music, not composition) of the past 100 years? Lucky for me, although his life was cut short -- something which Feldman would conjecture adds to the allure --, Grisey has a healthy body of work. Doubly lucky, I am only intimately familiar with one other, so the decision wasn't as hard as the past few sentences would imply.

Composed at age 52, in 1998, the same year as Grisey's death, Quatre chants pour franchir le seuil, or "four songs for crossing the threshold", is an opus for soprano and 15 players. The vocal score is drawn from the Epic of Gilgamesh and various Egyptian tales, providing ethereal and heavy-handed material for the soprano (in this instance, Catherine Dubosc). The title truly says it all: Grisey's final composition attempts to bring the listener, or possibly the composer, to terms with their inevitable end. But this acceptance isn't a nihilistic resignation to death; no, there is a haunting spirituality all throughout these four movements. In this piece, Grisey seems to discover that we are all apart of some cycle beyond reason and logic (ahem, Boulez); he knows his time is at hand and is finally comfortable with whatever lies beyond the threshold which has enclosed his past fifty-two years.

Readers who are more familiar with composition theory: Can you educate me on how this was written? I suspect it is the product of far more heuristics (though still adhering to the timbral tenets of Spectralism) than Grisey's highly technical early output and more so than most Frenchmen of the past fifty-odd years were producing.

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Thursday, March 4, 2010

Julián Carrillo - Six Quasi-Sonatas in Quarter Tones for Solo Cello (Quindecim, 2008)

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Julián Carrillo is probably one of the most underrated Mexican composers in the history of music. Continuously dwarfed in prestige by the nationalist giants (more exotic, more stereotypically Mexican), Carrillo was relegated to ‘minor madman’ status in his own country, left practically in denial as he proclaimed to have found the one key in revolutionizing the entire discipline of music: the microtonal system of Sonido 13. He began studying microtonalism as early as 1895; in the possible restructuring of music in this vein he found and imagined a perfect modernist utopia of the new: better and greater instruments yet to be discovered, radically new forms of composing upon an entire universe of sounds and meanings that had already overpowered the old, utterly obsolete system of twelve tones. Sonido 13 is a clear, almost entranced vision of a marvelous future that never came to be. Ever since that year, Carrillo sacrificed everything in the name of musical revolution (as a violin virtuoso, he had a very successful future to look forward to, but then he wouldn’t be able to see and truly listen in forms before impossible to imagine) and practically re-wrote the entirety of the music system over the years. Of course, it was a one-man movement of so radical a change that not many people took him seriously, simply because it implied a different, under-construction mindset that demanded the immediate erasure of everything (and that’s absolutely everything) previously learned in order to effect a real change.

Just like Harry Partch would do later in the century, Carrillo built a series of new instruments as well as modifications of existing ones he called ‘metamorphosed instruments’. The concept of metamorphosis was very important in this regard, since he proposed the transformation of canonic pieces into new works of art intervened by Sonido 13 and its re-born tools: not only would the future be a brilliant domain of otherness, but the past would be retouched, reevaluated, and therefore destroyed as burden and history. In a more proactive (or at least not denial-focused) movement than that of the Futurists, the past would be reinvented and shot into the future as fundamentally new. This is where Carrillo immensely distances himself from the rest of the Mexican avant-garde and surpasses them in their own terms, for there is no longer a need of a forced balance between the traditional, the popular, and the cutting edge; the discussion is dissolved and revealed as empty. Everything would be created within a realm of infinite possibility. In his time, perhaps Carrillo was the most radical modernist in the American continent, and his writings and works easily rival (at least in scope) those of his European counterparts in the search for renovation.

This double-album with his “Six Quasi-Sonatas in Quarter Tones for Solo Cello” (1959-1964) is a very special work of art; it’s perhaps the last effort by cellist Jimena Giménez Cacho (she’s been pretty vocal about Carrillo’s general dismissal in Mexico, and a passionate activist for the recovery of his work) because of institutional lack of interest and rejection (only the Big Three of the Mexican classical music panorama, Chávez, Revueltas, and Ponce, mirroring the Big Three muralists in painting, are officially worthy of continuous recognition), as well as probably the last work by Carrillo before his death in 1965. It’s a very dense album that oozes a strange, almost disturbing kind of virtuosity, channeling the anguish of decades of failures and rejections with a Buddhist calmness of temperament that displays great technical prowess as much as strong, grisly feelings serenely under control. The microtones truly have an effect upon the body that is altogether different from any other sounds, as if they were bringing forth parts of the brain that weren’t working before, parts that are a little wilder, a little bit more brutal. Maybe, if one listens to Sonido 13 long enough, Carrillo’s experience will come true for us too and we will start hearing the world in entirely new ways. Or maybe not, but in any case, this is music that is really, really interesting, and which needs quite a lot more listeners and interpretations than the one hundred or so registered in Carrillo’s last.fm. If microtonality is your thing and you’re tired of good ol’ Ives and Ivan Wyschengradsky, give this dreamful radical enamored by possibility a shot. I’m sure you’ll like it!


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Kinshi Tsuruta - Satsuma - Biwa (Ocora, 1991)

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When you're on the subways for the first time, you quickly realize that most people adopt the blank stare of a hardened New Yorker. Some people attempt to appear preoccupied, too busy to be bothered by whatever threat is nearby. You'll also soon realize that many people have clung to their iPods, streaming music to bolster their confidence, or to enhance their attitude. Because those little ear buds are so terrible at getting the majority of the sound into the ear, it is pretty easy to tell what most people are listening to. As the birthplace of hip-hop, quite often the common New Yorker will have mechanical beats blaring out into the car for all to hear. Other times, as is to be expected, the most recent top 40 songs are recognizable.

For me, ever the contrarian snob, I get my New York stare in proper shape in a slightly different manner. Tsuruta's lute work, akin in some respects to intimidating street musicians (the city is littered with fascinating practitioners from around the world), and the spare, plaintive vocals, have such an intensity to them. Translation is not necessary: these tracks' twang, the rattle, all complement a mood of penitent resignation absent nearly everywhere these days. Divided into three longish tracks that hover around the 20 minute mark, 'Satsuma-Biwa' can be a harrowing listen, so I tried a couple tricks: when focusing on the record, I listen intently to the instrument, as it centers and accentuates the vocals, punctuating individual lines and setting a sort of pacing, if not a true time signature. I think about how those sounds are made, what technique is required, how the instrument looks when being used. I think about the lines, bows, plucks, bends, everything. For me, what emerges is an intimidating, stylized focus, characterized by the vaguely familiar, but the viscerally present intensity.

Perhaps in due time, American music will achieve this ability to use utterly traditional sounds as a vehicle for powerfully unique, and darkly intense music, music that will transcend tradition and fend off anyone by power of will alone.

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Monday, March 1, 2010

Ensemble Pittoresque - For This Is Past (Clogsontronics, 1983)

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Ensemble Pittoresque formed in 1977 when "The Sex Pistols, Kraftwerk, Can, Faust, Fripp & Eno, Pere Ubu and a wide variety of mainstream artists pounded the world with their personal pinnacles of artistic brilliance." Many see Ensemble Pittoresque as fore-bearers of "cold wave," whatever that is... And while it may be true that there would be no Cold Cave without Ensemble Pittoresque, I hear this more as a cross between Bowie's Low and This Heat, whatever that means...

Most songs follow a deceptively simple early synth-pop format, and do it incredibly well, but I'm not sure that I would be discussing this album at all if it weren't for "Auratorium." The first time I put on For This Is Past I was half-asleep and ready to call it a night when this track grabbed my attention and really threw me back into the music. I sat up wide-awake until the record was finished. "Auratorium" stands out from the rest of the record because although it may not be, its choral samples give it a much denser feel. Its forward thrust gives the song an almost proto-house feel. It's just exciting music, plain and simple. Elsewhere "Maitre Satori" uses classic "O Superman" vocoders to great effect. Every song here is a synth-pop classic. It's still available from their label's website, and I believe you get both the LP and CD when you order it, so you should feel even more inclined to pick up this fantastic record!

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MILES DAVIS


By 1973, Miles had gone crazy. I often ask myself, in reference to an athlete lost to excess, or an artist that has burned too brightly, does the caring person in me have the ability to bring myself, should I somehow be granted such powers, to erase great works of art by curing the illness that brought them to be? Here, the case is simple: would I be humane enough to let Miles free of his demons, knowing that doing so would erase all the art he made in the midst of his madness?

If I were alive and asked this in 1975, I would certainly say yes. The music in question was largely, perhaps near-unanimously, reviled by critics. Miles, his health shattered, had just retired for what was to be five years. Dave Liebman was solid, but was also one of very few longstanding sax players to pair with Miles without subsequently gaining worldwide fame (I'm still waiting on a Gary Bartz revival - I'll lead the way). Miles had unleashed masterpieces like On the Corner, Get Up With It, and garnered neither the younger black audience he wanted, nor the sales of his prior albums (namely, Bitches Brew).

However, time has a way of changing things. Miles' work from this period has seen a decade-long critical resuscitation, the dry clicks and repetition of On the Corner a false ancestor of dubstep, the pulsing ambiance of "He Loved Him Madly" was ahead of Eno, ahead of dark jazz, and ahead of about ten other genres. Miles was more mournful in his playing, the searcher was more lost than ever, and his body matched his tone: brittle, thin, static then frenetic (could be the coke there). Given all this, I don't know if I could let Miles go if that meant this art would go away. Whatever was chasing miles over a quarter-century ago, it lead him into areas so far ahead of his time, it is staggering.

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Your Snakelilke King, by the duo of Dylan Nyoukis and Karen Constance under the name Blood Stereo, was a steady climber throughout the year for me. The first thing that caught me, as is often the case, is the stunning cover art, which, luckily for them and for me, came to my attention when I was deeply into dance a while earlier in the year. I also had wanted to check something out by Dylan Nyoukis, as I'd heard his name bandied about by some other writers that I trust, but was kind of put off by the album with the cover of him naked.

Enter Your Snakelilke King. The second track, "The Taking of the Tonic," is what originally caught my ear, as it started off with the sort of high pitched, spare vocal spikes that would be common on a Keiji Haino record. After that portion, there are layered vocals, scratching textures, and a sort of propelled development through the rest of the track that simultaneously has a circular motion to it, a sort of swirling vortex in the speaker array. In a way, the vocals mimic something from Burning Star Core's more saliva-based excursions, which is a good thing.

After I was thoroughly taken by the second track, I gave the opener, "The Giving of the Grape," a more attentive listen. The track starts very similar to Tony Conrads Joan of Arc, so much so that at first I wondered if the track was realized by recording the pedals and keys of an instrument. This descends into the chaos of the remainder of the track, replete with violin scratches, frenzies and abutted by synthetic tones, closely recorded bubbling and crackling. The 20-minute journey can't be summed up completely here, but the message I hope you get is that this record is effective in track development, all the while being texturally complex and dynamic. In short, Your Snakelilke King, sold out in the 330 copy vinyl edition, but still available in other formats on Pan, serves as a perfect entry point to Nyoukis and Constance, and is a fantastic "noise" record, period.

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