lundi 12 mars 2012

BERLIN HERITAGE: Land of the Rising Sun (2012)

"Land of the Rising Sun is a wonderful album which will please fans of mid-70's analog EM"
1 Long Journey to Different Temples 34:50
2 Spectral Enso 10:00
3 Zen 16:20
4 Flying Cranes in Slow Motion 8:27


Here is a great surprise! With a name as Berlin Heritage we easily imagine towards what Robert Sigmuntowski wants to direct our listening. Molded in the reminiscences of a Berlin School that we believed dried up of its inspirations so much it was plundered to justify any reasons, Land of the Rising Sun is this kind of album that we didn’t expect. An album which arrives and which amazes, as Free System Project with Impulses in 1996 or Danger in Dream and Entrance in 2001, and which reminds us how much EM can be so beautiful.
Warm winds from Orion caress the incredulity of our ears. They cajole of their silvery songs the galactic psalms which undulate in the vaporous spheres, breaking into a wall of invisibility where hoops collide and notch the oniricity of the cosmic deliriums. And slowly the sequences of "Long Journey to Different Temples" emerge out of the intersidereal fog and are activate of their beatings so intuitive of the languishing sequenced cavort that Klaus Schulze weaved on Body Love. The hearing illusion is almost perfect. Agile sequences which cavort and bounce in a musical pattern adorned by dusts of iridescent stars that solos of synth espouse of their acuteness singings an oscillating shape which winds a cosmic wall bathed of a dense rippling mist. In this tapestry of layers, waves and analog white noises, the tempo fades away little by little and the first rhythmic phase of "Long Journey to Different Temples" disappears in some splendid synth layers which caress a black cosmos à la Jean Michel Jarre. They float and sigh in a great cosmic waltz, taken away by a fascinating astral poetry with fine modulations in the movement. Modulations which a delicate bass line sequence of which the chords undulates with a virgin finesse under the hybrid breaths of a synth which scatters its astral poetry through its choirs, its cosmic waves, its horns and trumpets as well as its delicate solos with a scent of ether. Caressed by these captivated choirs which chant above a synth with delicate twisted solos, the movement adopts a slow astral procession where sequences strum finely a contemplative minimalist passage. Anchored into our memories and dreamlike meditation, we hardly notice that "Long Journey to Different Temples" goes to another destination. Crossing over the threatening twilights of a cerebral cortex in fusion, the last phase of "Long Journey to Different Temples" appears from a thick tetanised fog with fine crystal clear sequences which pulse and trample, looking for some rhythmic direction. Another sequenced line is adding. It dances in parallel and espouses awkwardly the schema of its twin, shaping a chaotic ballet which swirls in a thick cloud of iridescent mist. Like an eternal dance in a silky fog, this last portion of "Long Journey to Different Temples" transports us again in the roads of illusion. There where everything was source of revival and beauty. Where everything was mysterious and immensely beautiful. And like a carousel rolling in its bubble wrapped of fanciful violins, morphic choruses and prismatic sequences, "Long Journey to Different Temples" ends its magnificent journey in the soils of Berlin School with all the romance and the delicacy of the great masterpieces which have marked our era. Our era to us, fans of a musical world full of dreams and poetries where only the imagination of masters such as Schulze, Froese, Franke, Gottsching, Jarre, Vangelis and so many others drew and wrote books, paintings and scenarios without words nor colors and which transcend the threshold of a creativity without border.
"Spectral Enso" drags us into the territories where the rhythm, as the atmosphere, adopts contradictory forms. It’s a long and strangely enchanting atonal title where a pond of twinkling sequences is bubbling from the inside under a sky blackened of heavy and sinuous reverberations. The rhythm, if we can say, is static and molded from fine pulsations which pulsate beneath these crystal clear sequences which lap on the spot while the atmosphere is forged in the darkness of the synth breaths where choirs and reverberations weave a spectral approach. "Zen" opens with a magnificent enchanted flute which walks its melody under a carpet of rippling waves. So beautiful it is, the flute awakens chthonian choirs and raises a cloud of iridescent mist, throwing a shroud of mystery on this superb intro which reminds us the morphic wanderings of Tangerine Dream. A sequential movement rises from this contemplative serenity. Such as an enchanting ride, its chords undulate with grace while others resound under the piercing singings of a synth which subdivides its harmonies with some evil sounding waves. "Zen" becomes then a stunning source of a rhythmic agitation with sequences of which the alternating strikings and others falling in parallel draw a wild oscillatory rhythm. A rhythm ennobled by oniric sweetness but still powerful, where superbly shrill synth solos overhang this sequential ride which rolls at full sequence before dying out in the ethereal breaths of an intro that we had lost in this almighty sequenced maze. "Flying Cranes in Slow Motion" ends this stunning medieval odyssey in the soils of vintage Berlin School with an ode to transcendental placidity where prismatic wavelets are glittering in an immense monastery filled by waves and layers of a synth with tones as much hybrids as their choirs which are inspired by it, intone secretly in the shade of scattered ringings.
Can we revisit the past without be repeating? Can we pay tribute to our influences without falling in redundancy? Well it seems that yes! Land of the Rising Sun of Berlin Heritage is the proof, in the same way as Impulses and Entrance were. It is a wonderful album. Without ever fall in the plagiarism, but by touching lightly the main lines of influences of the vintages years EM, Robert Sigmuntowski weaves a magnificent album where the rhythms and ambiances of this era are skilfully interlaced in a wonderful musical weaving where all the atmospheres of that time are visited with a dexterity imprinted by a nostalgia caressed by a vision more critical than admiring, making of Land of the Rising Sun a more creative album than idolatrous. And as it writing on the guide of press; listen, dream and be drifting away!

Sylvain Lupari (2012)
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