mardi 1 mai 2012

CENTROZOON: Boner (2012)

"Boner is weaved in the alloys of a fusion of unsuspected sound particles where the music is of use as pretext to an experimental madness..."
1 Silent 1:12
2 Mauls of Reclining 3:30
3 Bright Meowing 4:54
4 By Us 2:44
5 Smoked Info Monster 8:41
6 Knock Outs 5:25
7 La Waltz of Kirk 4:53
8 Okay Without Reheating 3:18
9 Bell Hill Minutemen 7:41
10 Weak Spelling 2:59
11 Radio Sun 4:57
12 Cervus 5:06
13 The Yeah Winces 5:03

Phew that my ears took quite a whole blow! An ode to a din stigmatized into percussions and riffs as much harsh as incisive, to make King Crimson go pale in its moments of poetic lethargy, Boner is a violent musical exercise where the anti-music is measuring to harmonic fragments repressed in powerful grazes of metals in pain. Nevertheless the rhythm is as rarer as the melodious approaches. This is Trash Metal ambient flooded by heterogeneous tones fractioned into ambiances of corrupt acid (Smoked Info Monster and Bell Hill Minutemen). Album incredibly difficult to tame, Boner has known childbirth at the high of its commercial reach. It’s one year after Never Trust the Things They Do (2007) that the adventure of Boner began. Short of financial resources, Centrozoon, and their members; Bernhard Wöstheinrich, Markus Reuter and Tobias Reber adept of structures and iconoclastic musical tones, had some difficulty gathering all the sums of money necessary for the production of their next album. And thus Boner was completely realized in a context of voluntary work, both for the musicians as for the mixers (Adrian Benavides and Marziano Fontana) as well as for the mastering (Lee Fletcher), and that a campaign to amass funds (Bonestarter) was setting up in order to pay a symbolic fee for those who collaborated so that the musical project of Centrozoon sees the light of day. It’s a long process which took more than 3 years.
The mediatic approach which surrounds this 11th opus of a group which goes from eclectic ambient to shambolic biconic sci-fi is yet clear; Boner is an album which is going to challenge the tolerance of experimental music lovers. And it is completely true! I am not really a fan of experimental music, but I have to admit that Boner blew up the tolerance of my loudspeakers and the limits of the understanding of my girlfriend for a music which escapes her. Metallic drops which fall in a nothingness aromatized by compressed glass tones awake a slow and heavy line of bass which winds a brief semi groovy rhythm, before that the short "Silent" embraces an atonal finale. Here we are, well in saddles to face the UFO’s and abstracted universe of Boner. Abstracted or anti-music, it’s all depends because "Mauls of Reclining" is fed by layers of howling metal and of pulsations smothered by iodized carbon while strikings of an ethereal xylophone try to accompany the resonant bangs which hammer an absent rhythm that some heavy riffs massacre by hits from the long knives of the electric six-strings. In astonishment, derisive tic-tocs add to the weight of the resonance on a title deprived of rhythms but stuffed with tone and riffs as heavy as tetanized. And it’s this abstruse world which scrolls in our ears throughout the discovery of Boner. Except form "Bright Meowing" and "The Waltz of Kirk", which offer more constant rhythms, Boner is mainly composed of ambiances of howling metal and barbaric poetry which graze the hearing just as much as the painting which decorate our music room. Real wringer for headphones, Boner is weaved in the alloys of a fusion of unsuspected sound particles where the music is of use as pretext to an experimental madness which exceeds the borders of imagination.
Did I like it? Let say that it’s not really my kind! But I like a sound world of disproportionate tones which explode on lively structures. Boner has only some of these structures, but tones of all stripes explode of a rare violence stigmatized in stationary pockets. A real puzzle for music fans in search of sound exploration, Boner is as well cold as metallic and leaves in the ear imprints with taste of insoluble metal. But those who like the kind risk to spend a damned good moment. Because it’s as much impenetrable as a bone in an ear! We get infos here;
http://www.centrozoon.de/
Sylvain Lupari (2012)
Cet article est disponible en Français sur le site de Guts of Darkness, dont je suis chroniqueur sous le nom de Phaedream: http://www.gutsofdarkness.com/god/objet.php?objet=15202

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