samedi 28 septembre 2013

WLADYSLAW KOMENDAREK: Chronowizor (2013)

“On his daring Chronowizor Wladyslaw Komendarek explores freely a musical approach closer to Krautrock and more experimental electronic territories”
1 Privatized Brain 12:30  
2 Clouds of the Virtual World 7:36  
3 Chronowizor 13:58  
4 Atomic Clock 10:42  
5 Colonization of Time 4:05  
6 Controllers of Mankind's Consciousness 6:40  
7 Fiery Tongues 6:47  
8 Mind Treatment 8:24  
9 Secret Center of Pugnacious Gases 7:32

Ricochet Dream | RD071 (CD 78:14) ****
(Krautrock and psychedelic Berliner EM)

When disorder, the sound anarchy does hair of an increasing interest, it gives “Chronowizor” from Wladyslaw Komendarek. The first time, and the only one, where I lived the Komendarek experiment was with Przemyslaw Rudz's Unexplored Secrets of REM Sleep. We clearly felt the influence of the founder the group Exodus, who likes an abstract music imagined by diverse sound samplings, on an album which brought Przemyslaw Rudz near the artistic madness. This is exactly the basis of “Chronowizor”. Only the music differs. Instead of grafting his quirky tones and hiss samplings of schizophrenic voices on a more or less ambient EM, Wladyslaw Komendarek explores a musical approach closer to Krautrock and more experimental electronic territories. And it gives an amazing result. Because behind this strange ambience of cacophonies of the genres and the atmospheres is hiding some superb musical structures which end to give reason to the excesses of Komendarek.
And the eclectic sound universe of the enigmatic Wladyslaw Komendarek begins with "Privatized Brain" which presents a cheerful structure of rhythm. This is 13 minutes skillfully hammered where we tap of the feet and we question of the ear. The structure is supported by some good strikings from Zbigniew Fyk and sewn by the organic chords from Dariusz Zalusk's line of bass, but also where are winding some jingles of chains which oversize the reach of the rhythm. A little more and one would say Alice Cooper and his Welcome to my Nightmare. This clearly rock approach disconcerts as much as the direction is taken "Privatized Brain" which sees itself wrapped by a meshing of feminine voices which floats on this strange hybrid rhythm while chords of electronic piano redirect it towards a kind of fusion between a lounge style and a psychedelic down-tempo. If the tempo is hammered with the regularity of a hypnotic clock, the atmospheres and the harmonies are parading like a surrealist sonic landscape where sound and vocal effects weave a psychedelic frenzy which drags "Privatized Brain" towards a Jamaican kind of tribal approach. Misted of static currents, the introduction of "Clouds of the Virtual World" scrapes the ear while that charmingly the track dives towards an approach of big sensual blues which crosses the American Big Band and music striptease of the Moulin Rouge of Paris. You have to hear these synths mold orgasmic lamentations behind these false delirious trumpets. Awesome! Did I say; when the sound anarchy does hair of an increasing interest? If the first two tracks are not perfect examples for you, let's see for the title-track where the first chords fall such as invisible threats. We can hear a very Dreamian influence behind this introduction where a vocoder marries the curves of a processional ambient rhythm. And as everywhere on “Chronowizor” the synths weave strange spectral harmonies which roam without really wanting to flirt with melodies. Here they mew like wandering cats on a structure of rhythm evolving slowly with percussions which click in their echoes, preferring the wrapping ambiences of a heavy mellotron veil rather than a rhythm hard and pure. And like that, without warning, "Chronowizor" sinks into the gaps of dissonant noises before giving the last jolts of an incongruous rhythm, a little like a cat on an artificial breathing apparatus which dreams about junk food in the country of big cats without appetite.
"Atomic Clock" is the music piece which hooks at first hearing on “Chronowizor”. From the first chords we plunge into Jean Michel Jarre universe of cosmic rock. The approach inhales the perfumes of the analog era with some very musical synths, rhythms weaved by chirping of sequences and voices samplings like in Les Concerts en Chine. In short, there are no reasons to dislike this. Even the ambient noises, which are very active, respect the posology that Jarre has prescribed to his tracks in concert. This shows how Wladyslaw Komendarek is capable of everything, even in seraphic ambient moods with the very soft "Colonization of Time". And his synth solos are as well juicy as poignant. It's a beautiful track where the ambient term takes quite another shape by coming out from the sizzling waves of a radio. Always surrounded by a sound fauna to the thousand of surprises, the music of “Chronowizor” unfolds as a macedoine to the multidimensional flavors, like in the tribal approach of "Controllers of Mankind's Consciousness" or the freaky techno approach of "Fiery Tongues" or still the noisy, furious and very trash techno of "Mind Treatment". Those who know the universe of Infected Mushroom will be on familiar ground. "Secret Center of Pugnacious Gases" closes in the most disordered chaos with a cinematographic dramatic approach before kissing a rhythm as much heavy as lively. This is some big electronic progressive rock which reminds of Bill Bruford and John Wetton in U.K. and E.L.P. in the era of Brain Salad Surgery at the summits of their art. Even the voice is....
I'll be very honest here; “Chronowizor” is not for all the ears. Besides caressing a multitude of musical styles, the Polish synth wizard waters abundantly his music of sound effects which find all the beauty of their dimensions with ears lend to suffer in a good headphone. The boldness of Wladyslaw Komendarek, and this contrary to several artists of the kind, doesn't get lost in cacophonous ineptitudes where only the immoderation can be attraction for those who like boasting of marginality. In the disorder, in the chaos, his titles always breathe of a musicality from where pop out harmonies which are not afraid of being friends with a kind of musical impressionism. This is the biggest strength of “Chronowizor”.

Sylvain Lupari (September 28th, 2013)
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jeudi 26 septembre 2013

JANNEH: Solarization (2013)

“Solarization is a very pleasant surprise which stands on 34 minutes marvellously influenced by the orchestrations and harmonies from Jarre and Vangelis”
1 Solarization I 7:41
2 Solarization II 4:40
3 Solarization III 4:24
4 Solarization IV 3:47
5 Solarization V 5:36
6 Solarization VI 2:16
7 Solarization VII 6:07

Hanisoundit (CD-r 34:46) ***½ (Melodious orchestral EM)

Each week brings its lot of demands so that I can write a chronicle on an album of an emergent artist. If some the EM proposed some goes away from the borders of Synth&Sequences or inspires few interests so that I speak about, others on the other hand present a very mature EM while certain artists show a strong potential and a beautiful musical signature which deserve amply that we speak about them. And this is the case with Janneh, a Finnish artist who seems clearly inspired by the rhythmic approaches of Jean Michel Jarre and those more theatrical of Vangelis. “Solarization” aims to be a mini concept album of 34 minutes about the solar energy and its importance in the story of the humankind that the multi-instrumentalist from Piikkiö, he plays as well keyboards and synth as piano and guitar and even percussions, presents by the means of 7 themes which, if they are clearly separated from each other, turn around the same delicious harmonic pattern.
The introduction of "Solarization I" plunges us into a heavy ambiospherical phase with a mixture of hollow winds and prismic drones which blow in the infinity. The percussions shake the mood which illuminates itself by a rather Babylonian musical synth and of which the wrapping layers are pouring idly over a bed of shimmering arpeggios The approach is rather pompous and kisses the soft vocal of sibylline oracles before borrowing the phases of a sober symphonic electro-pop where the solos of synths sing with some absent choirs on a line of sequences with some undulating alternating keys. I easily hear Thierry Fervant's harmonies on this first track which is a faithful reflection of what is coming all along “Solarization”. After an introduction which solicits these sequences to sneaky skips, "Solarization II" dives directly into the heart of Janneh's influences with a beautiful electronic ballad to the aromas of the 80's when the harmonies, the percussions and the synths were perfumed by Jean Michel Jarre's essences. It's a small wonder and a very catchy track. The kind which would easily played on the air waves of radio pop. The opening of "Solarization III" revisits the lines of crisscrossed sequences which opened Vangelis' Chariots of Fire. Well, the moment is brief but pronounced enough to ignore it. Afterward the music adopts a kind of languishing blues where Janneh makes melt his solos of guitar in those from his synth, which are rather catchy i got to say, on a slightly hopping structure of rhythm. "Solarization IV" presents a rather misty approach with a rhythmic skeleton which scatters its bones in an industrial ambiospherical ambience. A ghostly solo awakens a mechanical rhythm a little after the first minute. The rhythm throws its strikings of percussions which resound and smother in a rebellious structure where the synth divides its harmonies in some solitary solos, while drawing beautiful Arabian orchestrations. And Janneh introduces us into a Middle East tribal phase with "Solarization V" and its structure of rhythm which quaver in a soft serpentine stroboscopic. It's a great and solid track which gathers all the electronic ingredients that please with its chain of sequences which glitters in the background, its good tribal percussions, the guitar riffs and, especially, the superb Arabian orchestrations which plunges us into the oniric kingdom of 1001 nights. As much dreamy as melancholic, "Solarization VI" is a sad melody which scatters its notes of piano in some floating mists, such as sighs which get lost in the winds. "Solarization VI" closes this first musical essay of Janneh with an ambiospherical futuristic approach with scents of lounge jazz à la Blade Runner.
I really enjoyed this first musical rendezvous with Janneh. It's obvious that he has talent, senses of writing and a way to build orchestrations that sound so much like Jarre or Vangelis. None of the 7 tracks presented on “Solarization” is boring. On the contrary, each possesses this thing which forges musical itches. Whether it is in the rhythms, even the most accessible ones, or the floating cinematographic atmospheres, Janneh weaves a universe full of charm which says to me that the best is to come. This is a beautiful discovery which is worth its cost.

Sylvain Lupari (September 26th, 2013)
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samedi 21 septembre 2013

TANGERINE DREAM: LiveMiles (1988/2012)

“In the end, LiveMiles is a solid album, no matter its controversy”
1 Livemiles I (The Albuquerque Concert) 29:52
a Green Trail Part  b Section II 
c Section III d San Buena Ventura
2 Livemiles II (The West-Berlin Concert) 27:13
a Caspian Sea  b Velvet Autumn 
c Dolphin Dance 
Jive/BMG CHIP 62 (1988)
Reactive EREACD 1024 (2012)
(CD 57:05) ***½

(Post Berlin School, near New Berlin School style)

LiveMiles” is the last album of Tangerine Dream's short association with Jive. A period called Blue Years. It's also the last album of the Chris Franke's era, who left the band on August 1st, 1987. In fact, and not because it's a bad album, on the contrary, “LiveMiles” is the swan song, the beginning of the end, the last of the great ones, the end of a great era... call it whatever you want, from Tangerine Dream and the first one of an illogical suite of deceits and swindles which will serve to fill the big woolen pockets of Edgar or the financial dinosaurs which roam behind the ghosts of TD. This is a dark side in the history of the group which I hope will burst out one day. Because the fans have the right to know what has really passed in this time, and afterward. Just like for “LiveMiles”, they have right to know, to say the least to understand from where origin this idea to make in studio of the false albums in concert as this one, Soundmill Navigator and The Perth Tapes from the I-Box set. Let us be situated in the context. In that time there was no internet, nor social networks and the concerts of the Dream almost went unnoticed in the local newspapers. Thus, the fan who bought himself “LiveMiles” in that time did not know that it was about a pure and simple hoax. That it was a false live album, where Edgar Froese has Froesenized the structures while bringing to it bits of rhythms never played in concert. The result is not that bad, on the contrary. I think that it's a very beautiful album. It is just not a real live album. But does it really matters? “LiveMiles” is supposed to reproduce two long lengths extracts from concert that Tangerine Dream performed in Albuquerque on June 8th, 86 and in Berlin at the West der Republik on August 1st, 1987. Now that we know that's not really true, let's jump in it.
"Livemiles I (The Albuquerque Concert)" is consisted of 4 segments; Green Trail Part, Section 2, Section 3 and San Buena Ventura. Three days later, Tangerine Dream gave a concert in Denver with a completely different setlist and especially a music quite as different. While the concerts of the North American tour began with Pilots of Purple Twilight and Stratosfear, in fact the setlist turns around Le Parc and Underwater Sunlight albums, "Livemiles I" plunges us rather into the ambiences of Tyger and the London track as well as the electronic rock hymns à la Optical Race, 2 albums which will go out in 1987 and 1988. An oblong mellotron veil à la Genesis' Watcher of the Skies comes down slowly to evaporate in the chords of a heavy and hesitating rhythm. Some notes fall with heaviness, accompanied with a hesitating flute on a tempo which has difficulty to set itself in motion. We hear perfumes of Optical Race there, but much more of Tyger with a sort of remixed version of London. A London that we recognize vaguely with an uncertain, furtive rhythm which goes round in circles on percussions of a Tablas style. It's a meshing of percussions and hectic sequences which peck the uncertainty of a rhythm which drinks of superb fluty passages. The rhythm takes off at around the 6th minute with sequences supported by electronic percussions, plunging Green Trail Part into a good electronic rock with a synth to vocals charms. Edgar did a remarkable job because we have difficulty in recognizing the lines of Tyger which goes astray in lost sessions of Optical Race. He plays with rhythms and ambiences, outlining some great melodious passages which catch the ear. Dramatic passages where he tortures his electric guitar, like in Underwater Sunlight, but also in a slow version of London Part II (Rotten Row Patriot). It's rather poignant. And I have to make amendment; there is a lot of soul and passion behind "Livemiles I" in particular with Section 2. Section 3 plunges us into a furious electronic rock with a good sequencing pattern. The rhythm is heavy. Arched on an ascending structure, it's filled by these synth pads with bright contours which became the trademark of a more metallic Tangerine Dream. San Buena Ventura encloses this mini-concert in studio with a revamped version of Song of the Whale Part 2, unless it's a leftover from Legend? Bets are opened. But that remains good!
If we have guessed right from the tips of our ears and from the bottom of our knowledge the setlist of "Livemiles I", the exercise will be as much difficult with "Livemiles II", the concert at the West der Republik. There, we have the true setlist of this memorable concert and that doesn't look at all to what is going to happen on “LiveMiles”. The introduction, Caspian Sea, is of silk and is faithful to the first 8 minutes of the concert, with a beautiful mixing and some good overdubs. This is a great unreleased track. It's a beautiful morphic ballad which swirls like an oniric lullaby in a foggy synth which sings of a discreet synthesized voice. The guitar comes to cry in beautiful lamentations and adorn a kind of crescendo filled by a dramatic adrenalin. I love that! While we are supposed to hear Dolphin Smile, we are entitled to another unknown track. And the whole thing is very well linked, as a real concert. So Velvet Autumn offers a marathonian structure. It's a kind of rhythmic running where the sequences and percussions are structuring a sustained rhythm which serves the cause to soft fluty harmonies and keyboards riffs. I don't know... I kind of hearing things that remind me of Marakesh from Optical Race. We fast did the ballot. It's a little bit too long track which is in the time of Underwater Sunlight. "Livemiles II" ends with a very anemic version of Dolphin Dance. Here Edgar has too much Froesenized the product, making it insipid.
Well, here we are! Only the crazy ones won't change their idea. After having heard closely, and having searched through the Net, I got to say that this “LiveMiles” is a solid mixed album, even Voices in the Net qualifies it as a studio/live album, where the arrangements of Edgar and the extracts of the two concerned concerts give us good moments of listening. Except that I am always a little bit shocked by Edgar's attitude which tends to take the worship of his fans as a way of filling his deep pockets. But this is another debate that I won't start! It's not to me to do so. I prefer the Albuquerque section which, needs to admit it is a very good remix of London. Is this version of Esoteric better? I heard it is, but I don't hear such a difference here, except that the sound is more powerful. And in the end, it's a beautiful album, no matter its controversy.

Sylvain Lupari (September 21st, 2013)
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jeudi 19 septembre 2013

DARSHA AMBIENT: Little Things (2013)

“With Little Things Michael Allison goes out of his zone of comfort with a more audacious musical vision of which the eclectism leads us into varied musical territories”
1 UnUsual Thursday 7:23
2 The Mystery of Sleep 6:20
3 W. 52nd 4:38
4 Shadow Country 6:27
5 Little Things 4:39
6 Soft Portrait 3:56
7 Slow Drum 5:17
8 Nocturne in 3 Parts 3:32
9 Fields 5:36
10 There! 6:53
11 Watch your Step 5:03
12 Exile 2:57

Spotted Peccary | SPM-2401 (CD 62:33) ***¾  (Ethnic and ambient folk)
It's an old friend who calls out to us right from the start. A fusion of guitar/synth shapes some slow morphic layers which float like sighs of hollow winds. We feel at ease. We are on familiar ground. Fragile, the notes of a piano as pensive as hesitating are falling down and forge a somber lullaby which is lacking of finishing. We roam in our dreams, as well as in our soul, when the percussions harpoon the meditative approach of "UnUsual Thursday". Their strikings draw a delicious down-tempo which swirls with so much sweetness. And quietly, behind these ochred breaths and these fractures to tenderness by the drum, the piano tightens its notes and forges a delicate melody that a six-strings embraces of its ghostly harmonies. I always liked the music of Darshan Ambient. I became fond of this American bard who drags his airs of mislaid blues or troubled folk in a fascinating neurasthenic mood since my ears crossed his very beautiful A Day Within Days , back in 2010. Following the precepts of melodies and ballads darkened by the mesmerizing melancholic approach of Falling Light, “Little Things” deviates a little, on the other hand, from the usual route of Darshan Ambient by borrowing the delicate fragrances of an ethnic world, both African and oriental. This fusion of urban and ethnic folk brings some delicious colors to an album from an author with a torn soul which always has the gift to make vibrate the ropes of a sensibility repressed in the courses of a life.
If it's often black in the world of Darshan Ambient, the rhythm always has its place. A rhythm tucked by a ballad approach, like in "The Mystery of Sleep". The approach is kind of tribal with these tears of violins which cry, while chords of guitars float with pensive harmonies which remind the universe of Patrick O'Hearn. The percussions are structuring an ambience of ethnic jazz on a structure of rhythm a bit dishevelled and stroboscopic. The voices, the bells plunge me into the superb Amerisynthecana from Sensitive Chaos. Very good! Just like the puzzling "W. 52nd" which, after a very ambiospherical intro, embraces a structure a bit jazzy where the rhythm is seduced by these breezes of trumpets which still caress the poetic universe of O'Hearn. The rhythm slow, "Shadow Country" infuses its chords of a guitar with harmonies tormented on a bed of bubbly percussions. The synth layers which decorate the very melancholic musical setting of “Little Things” paint here some shadows of mist which welcome the lamentations of a Berber violin. The effect is rather attractive. The title-track is breathing of paradoxes. If the rhythm sounds subdued, with rustles which stick together in the shape of hoops of felt moving in echo. The melody is pensive and glues its notes of a forsaken piano on a bed of cracklings, forging a delicate diurnal reverie. After the somber and very pensive "Soft Portrait", "Slow Drum" plunges us back into the oriental ethnic moods with an intro filled by the perfumes of a Sarangi. The sound texture lets sparkle a thick cloud of sound dusts which fills the air of a thousand chimed sound particles while that slowly the tempo turns into a slow disarticulated horse ride which bends the rhythm under jerky orchestrations. "Nocturne in 3 Parts" is an ambient track on which Darshan Ambient hooks the lamentations of a six-strings which drags the poverties of the world with the sound of distant bell ringings. No matter the approaches, Michael Allison always manages to instigate our interest by delicate harmonious endings. The tears of violins which cry into some maternal sighs open the very ambiospherical introduction of "Fields". The percussions build waves of emotions while that, all slight, the guitar forges one of these meditative melodies which furnish the universe of Darshan Ambient. I know! We have already heard, but the effect always remains so fascinating. It's the same thing for "There!" whose opening presents an orchestration of violins which flows in a structure of musical cannon. We are in Steve Reich's universe, but with a more melodious approach. It's very beautiful! More cheerful, "Watch your Step" presents a beautiful ballad approach of an urban western genre with a rhythm finely drummed which submits its mane of rebel to the soft pads of a synth of which the aromas of sadness succeeds at no moment to eradicate the beautiful harmonies of the guitar. "Exile" bears the weight of its meaning with an ambient approach where the piano cries in the thoughts of a meditative guitar.
With “Little ThingsMichael Allison goes out of his zone of comfort with a more audacious musical vision. Always dragging his poet's coat with a tormented soul, the American rural bard digs up the roots of an eclectic and electronic folk to paint it of his unique colors of melancholy. There are several winks of eye in this album, where from eclecticism, to artists such as Patrick O'Hearn, Jim Combs (Sensitive Chaos
) and even Miles Davis of which the paradoxes unite marvellously in a work which also drinks of a river of tribalism. A very beautiful album with wandering poetry as only Darshan Ambient signs since A Day Within Days.
Sylvain Lupari (September 19th, 2013)
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EMMENS & HEIJ: Blind Watchers of a Vanishing Night (2005)

“The biggest quality of Blind Watchers of a Vanishing Night is to be in the continuity of the very good Return to the Origin”
1 Blind Watchers of a Vanishing Night 9:58
2 A Journey through Time 44:01
a) Solaris b) Red Clouds over a Misty Swamp
c) The Rise and Fall of Atlantis
d) Waiting for the Day to Come  e) Crystal Tears
f) The Day the Moon will leave us
3 Moments of Unexpected Sadness 8:08
4 Conspiracy of Two Forces 7:33
5 Driving Home on a Rainy Night 4:05

Emmens/Heij | EH002 (CD 73:48) ****
(Netherlands & Berlin School)

The sequencer is heavy. After an intro dressed of veils sifted of metal, it frees pensive keys which waddle deftly into some mists filled of ochred voices and of electronic tones which chirp such as a Phœnix losing its ashes. And it sideslips. It takes the control of a spheroidal rhythm which rises and falls in a horizontal spiral. Dispersing some silvery drizzle and frightening the chthonian voices, it spits a fury à la Ricochet where synth pads of voices float like spectres on the edge of fleeing hell. And the solos fall. Binding itself in this unbridled rhythmic ride, of which Ruud Heij varies as much as the tones as the velocity, they cleave through the air, the rhythm and roars with passion while freeing these pads of translucent mist which glide as tramps over a city burning. Recorded in concert during the 2004 E-Live Festival, "Blind Watchers of a Vanishing Night" is one of the heaviest, black and most furious pieces of music in contemporary EM. It spits keys destructive of ambiences and it rocks the ambient airs with a breakneck pace which has nothing to envy to Redshift. Surprising, Ruud Heij weaves a great universe of sequences where he tames his keys by painting them of nuances and harmonies on rhythms which, if they are motionless, are lighting our ears with movements and crisscrossed lines which remind unmistakably the rhythmic phases of Tangerine Dream in the Encore years.
Blind Watchers of a Vanishing Night” is the 2nd album of
Emmens/Heij. It tracks the exploit of the Dutch duet during concerts following up the release of Return to the Origin, of which one of these concerts coincides with the launch of the album at Alfa Centauri Festival in Huizen on Mars 2004, for tracks 2 and 4. The other tracks were played live at the famous Festival E-Live of Eindhoven in October of the same year. And, as you are going to hear, it breathes of the same harmonious symbiosis between the rhythms of Heij and the cosmic, oniric clothing pattern structured by Gert Emmens. If the movement of the sequences, which flicker with swiftness, awakens an imprint in your ear, then you recognize Solaris from the album Return to the Origin. Segmented in 6 parts, "A Journey through Time" negotiates its rhythms and ambiences in a beautiful improvised symbiosis. After the kicks of the sequences from Solaris, Red Clouds over a Misty Swamp submerges us of slow morphic strata which float such as big ink stains soaked with voices in a black hole with the contours radiating of translucent lights. The voices and the orchestrations awaken a hint of Vangelis while the sensation to float in hyperspace assails our senses. Whereas The Rise and Fall of Atlantis and Waiting for the Day to Come are exchanging the same pattern of rhythms and moods, the 5th part of "A Journey through Time", offers a superb slow rhythm which waves with a fascinating sensualism in its curves. This quiet rhythm magnetizes our inner senses and leads us quite slowly to the finale of "A Journey through Time" which becomes soaked with slow and whimsical morphic strata in order to complete the journey between the rhythms and ambiences that the duet learnt so well to develop with Return to the Origin. Marrying a little the same rhythmic exhilarating of Crystal Tears, "Moments of Unexpected Sadness" is a superb track which bears its name marvellously. It's melancholy which waltzes in the ritornellos of a delicate movement of sequences of which the knocks of bevels of the morphic keys succeed at no moment to tear this mellotron mist as much musical as that of Moody Blues. And those ethereal voices that Emmens draws for our ears, they are wonderful of tenderness. They are as mesmerizing as fragile and sing with the same maternal sweetness as the fine solos that the Dutch synthman succeeds in weaving from his melodious mists. This is a very good track which tickles the soul, you have no idea! "Conspiracy of Two Forces" is also offering a structure of ambient rhythm where the stationary sequences of Ruud Heij flit and intertwine their rhythmic wings with thee fine modulations of a movement which oscillate in the charms of a dreamy synth and of its nasal solos. Heavier, but always so motionless, and coated by a mystic cosmic mist which lets pass beautiful romantic solos, "Driving Home on a Rainy Night" encloses a beautiful album of which the biggest quality is to be in the continuity of Return to the Origin.

Sylvain Lupari (September 18th, 2013)
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EMMENS & HEIJ: Return to the Origin (2004)

“Return to the Origin is a the start of fascinating collaboration between the harmonious rhythms of Ruud Heij and Gert Emmens' melancholic synths”

1 Vortex 17:36
2 Return to the Origin 14:13
3 Solaris 8:34
4 Life in Motion 18:06
5 So Long 12:09

Emmens/Heij | EH001 (CD 70:38) ****
(Netherlands & Berlin School)

It's in the depths of cosmic horizons that start this first Emmens/Heij collaboration. The first 7 minutes of "Vortex" are bared of rhythms, but are rich in sonic ambiospherical textures with bohemian synth layers which roam in the shapes of interstellar spectres among psychic whispers and starry lines which derive among asteroids of quirky tones on invisible continents. Different compared with other works of the genre, the sonic painting of "Vortex" depicts an artistic signature which will be the trademark of the Dutch duet. We feel a disturbing presence which is hypocritically outlined between these interlacing lines of synths. A metaphysic presence which opens a breach and unties a line of sequences whose keys jump furiously, structuring a static rhythm which winds and oscillates in the labyrinths of "Vortex". The whole thing is setting up. The synth and its breaths of mellotron caress a sequenced rhythm from which the mathematical power enlists another line with more crystal clear sequences. These keys bounce with more anarchy in a fluidity which divides a rhythmic approach and which harmonizes, as much as it can, the duality of the always motionless rhythms, while that the soft solos of Gert Emmens stroll of their shrill singings all over the esoteric mood. Strongly inspired by the years of Encore and Ricochet, from Tangerine Dream, “Return to the Origin” opens out its dense ambiospherical layers over melodic and ambient rhythmic patterns where the sequencers are modulated into Chris Franke's strikings, while the synths wrap up of their unique nasal sonic layers a universe of harmonious seduction where the lunar melodies float like sighs of nostalgia.
The title-track starts with more spontaneity. A line of sequences pulses heavily and pushes aside a veil of drizzle tinted of seraphic singings. The rhythm is heavy. Coated of a smooth layer of iridescent mist, it oscillates with strength into sinuous corridors, grabbing robotics cymbals so as to don't escape from the vertiginous horizontal spirals. Synths are drawing some auditive acrobatics, borrowing tones of spectres with singings always so sharp. Singings which became Gert Emmens' signature, as much as the polyphased structures of Ruud Heij's sequencing which quietly vanish in order to lead "Return to the Origin" to its port of mist, there where interstellar mermaids give a concert for souls mislaid in mists sprinkled by metallic drizzle. "Solaris" presents this sequenced approach unique to Ruud Heij's with keys skipping and flickering in some symmetric intertwining and where the rhythms are never humdrum. It's a melodious, alive and lively sequenced approach that Gert Emmens waters of delicate solos to timbres harmonica which whistles into cosmic moods with tones which challenge imagination. "Life in Motion" breathes of a pattern similar to "Vortex" before bending the rhythm with a structure of sequences which reminds of Chris Franke's rhythmic attacks on Cherokee Lane from Encore. The synths weave a very restful foggy cosmic painting where are holding onto some very musical solos which parade lazily on a movement of rhythm that we feel is increasing, even if some fragile glass keys try to dilute the velocity of it. This is a good piece of EM which caresses a certain approach of progressive cosmic rock, the best way of describing the universe all in colors of Gert Emmens and Ruud Heij. "So Long" concludes" “Return to the Origin” with a mysterious ambiospherical approach which grows quietly with vocal pads which float on deaf threatening pulsations. A fascinating layer of vampiric organ cuts the mood which explodes of bouncy furious sequences which alternate their keys with frenzy in a sound whirlwind which spits cosmic lines of which the trails get lost in this mist which sometimes whistles for solos but decorates especially the cosmos of dense morphic layers.
Return to the Origin” kicks off a fascinating collaboration between the harmonious rhythms of Ruud Heij and the synths filled of dreamy solos and melancholic mists from Gert Emmens. It's a beautiful album where the long structures release rhythmic kicks, linked to a sequencer with keys as much agile than heavy, which melt themselves with a surprising harmony to cosmic fragrances which have the virtue to bring a new tone to a kind which began to get out of breath. At that time, we spoke about a breath of fresh air in the world of EM. It's still is.

Sylvain Lupari (September 14th, 2013)
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lundi 16 septembre 2013

E-MUSIKGRUPPE LUX OHR: Kometenbahn (2013)

“We cannot have a more beautiful surprise than this Kometenbahn which is a superb travel in time. 2 thumbs up E-Musikgruppe Lux Ohr!”

1 Prolog im Himmel 2:25  
2 Durch den kosmischen Dunst 11:26  
3 Nachtgeis 6:25  
4 Sonnenwind 8:45  
5 Sonnenaufgang 9:05  
6 Mythos 3:05

Bandcamp (DDL 41:13) *****
Svart Records2 013 (LP 41:13) *****
(Vintage psy/proEM)

You remember the nice time of vinyl records? The rich tones and ambiences? You remember the70's, and even the 80's, when EM breathed of a fascinating creative freedom? Of this time when magicians such as Schulze and Franke extirpated any forms of warm atmospheres and fascinating musicalities out of these metal beasts to 1 000 wires and cables that were the big Moog? You remember the debut of Neuronium? The emergence of the French artists, like Jarre and Space Art who have redefined the cosmic structures? The time when EM, uncertain of its atmospheres, roved with Krautrock? Well it's straight in these memories that I fell when my ears crossed “Kometenbahn” from the Finnish group E-Musikgruppe Lux Ohr. And I write it straightaway; it's my very favorite so far in 2013. I listen “Kometenbahn” for the last days and the words are rushing in my head, so much there is to say. The sound! WoW! One would say this sound that the Linn Ittok arm extracted from the furrows in the most beautiful years of music, all genres combined. The music? Re WoW! One would say a work of analog tones lost in space time. And say that I almost missed it…
We feel invaded by these sonic moods as soon as "Prolog im Himmel" moves with its muddy approach à la Neuronium. Usually, the use of a vocoder annoys me. Here it's enigmatic in this ambience of ether with a derisive voice which floats on the morphic ashes of a Memotron of which the crescendo is feeding a sound fever that we feel with already attentive ears. The rhythm pulsating hypocritically, welcoming a Memotron to the charming melody, "Durch den kosmischen Dunst" skips with coherence in its cosmic mist. The sonic mood is rich and incredible. We touch the stars and we feel these breezes which move the comets blowing in our ears on a structure of ambient rhythm, a little like into Michael Garrison's electronic world, which rebels and bends in order to beat with more energy. The sequencer keys borrow two tones, cavorting in two crisscrossed lines in a mystic layer of fog which continues its charming touch with nasal breaths of flutes. The percussions are leading the charge to support an always ambient rhythm, but tougher, which basks in the caresses of a Memotron of which the soporific fluty shadows sing in a shroud decorated of cosmic chirping. The rhythm comes back with more strength after this soft oniric passage. The percussions thunder, the synths draw harmonies which dream on the back of stars and on voices of outer-world, wrapping a slow rhythmic implosion of which the continual sequenced kicks remain prisoners of an intense and rich ambio-sonic pattern. This slow rhythm, encircled by a thick layer of iridescent mist, welcomes "Nachtgeis" and its long lamentations of a six-strings skillfully tortured by Kimi Kärki. After this soft blues to the cosmic wanderings, "Sonnenwind" releases some sound hoops of which the echoes forge an extraterrestrial melody which resounds in a kind of magnetic field. Tearing cracklings, similar to the spectral tears coming from the Martenot waves, float like phantoms with an aureole of statics on a structure of processional rhythm which offers a sneaky crescendo, where grave chords are falling and evanescent harmonies are whistled, but of which we lose the sense of beat in this avalanche of eclectic tones. Riffs of guitar move like Manuel Gottsching's imprints while that "Sonnenwind" fortifies its sonic membrane of black breaths which float such as snakes around their preys, entailing its finale towards an impressive meshing of sounds and ambiences colligated right from its very first seconds. And it's exactly in the interstices of Ashra that "Sonnenaufgang" entails us. The rhythm is heavy and the synth is very musical with its harmonious breezes which coo on a pulsatory structure where riffs of guitars and percussions plough an intensity repressed by vampiric shadows. One would say a meshing of Space Art and Earthstar with a touch of contemporaneousness à la Death in Vegas. Outstanding EM with a zest of Krautrock here. This is beautiful, good and good heavens that that reminds us the analog years. Powerful of blackness! The best of all the worlds, "Mythos" plunges us into the depths of the ambient analog works of Klaus Schulze with the shadows of Memotron which float and smooth in the chirping of electronic celestial bodies and the nostalgic chords of a forsaken six-strings. Too short!
We cannot have a more beautiful surprise than this “Kometenbahn” from E-Musikgruppe Lux Ohr. Pertti Grönholm, Kimi Kärki, Jaakko Penttinen and Ismo Virta weave an album, like in the good times when vinyl albums had a length of hardly 45 minutes, where the line of confusion which bounded the Krautrock from EM engendered works as remarkable as eclectic. Let's add to this the romantic approaches of the French cosmic EM as well as this sound so unique of the analog years and we have an album which overtakes all hopes. Magnificent, powerful and imaginative, this is my very favorite in 2013. For those whom the vinyl always interests, “Kometenbahn” is also offered in vinyl in a very limited edition of 300 pressings. But the CD sounds so much like vinyl.

Sylvain Lupari (September 15th, 2013)
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jeudi 12 septembre 2013


“Perceptual Defence's Physis is an album for fans of heavy and dark atmospheres where the rhythms arise from strange ambiospherical currents”

1 Approaching the Mysterious & Impressive Building 11:56
2 Inside the Dark Place (The Concert Experience) 21:44
3 Walking Inside the Changing Rooms 15:53
4 A Deep Meditative Departure 16:28

SynGate | Luna PD01 (CD-r 66:01) ***¼
(Abstract experimental ambient music)

Winds which move waters and black ambiences are blowing in a paranoiac frenzy where rustles and fine melodies agglutinate like a psychedelic rain shower falling from a bottomless gutter. Chords clink like a dissonant carousel and their puny tones gets lost in an intense sound fog where the lines of synth are squeaking such as spectres with wide claws which scratch structures of reinforced concrete. "Approaching the Mysterious & Impressive Building" presents its very experimental ambiospheric structure with faces of winds and acid breezes which take the top off the roofs and windows with a distant harmonious essence, while that beat the keys grumbling in a storm where the stars fight the day obstinacy. Perceptual Defence is the new little treat that the German label SynGate proposes to fans of sound experiments via its Luna division. Ambitious project of the Italian sound sculptor Gabriele Quirici, “Physis” fattens his impressive road map which counts about forty works, among which several theme for movies and choreographies. Gabriele Quirici is an expressionist who takes pleasure in the abstract art where the sound forms breathe of free interpretations. To say the least, it's the way of approaching “Physis”; an album with a surprising sound wealth where ephemeral rhythmic structures upset the balance of a dark intrusion between two universes.
"Inside the Dark Place" follows more or less the same tangent. The intro is very ambiospherical with hoops of cotton wool which marry a rotatory movement in a heavy mood of a city in reconstruction. The sensation of emptiness is omnipresent, even if the sound universe exhausts its resources with winds which amass dusts of tones which roll in loops in the aerations of an immense machine of which the triggering initiates a series of guttural rustles. The synths scatter long sinuous tears and harmonize their lamentations with these gurgling, while that quietly "Inside the Dark Place" uses these elements to engage a short rhythmic phase with crystal clear keys which skip in groups in a very beautiful ritornello to tones of the analog years. This rhythm increases in power, pushing the fragile hiccup of the keys towards a wild pace that a synth bewitches of its cosmic sinuous singings. Slowly, the rhythm moves into a sustained heart pulse, beating stubbornly in these rustles became threatening to finally fall in the bottomless gaps of the subterranean winds. Black winds? Maybe! Because "Walking Inside the Changing Rooms" waters abundantly our ears of dark breezes. We even hear rustles, deaf lamentations, pierced this opaque field of winds which suffocate all the atmospheres of a track strangely puzzling. "A Deep Meditative Departure" continues to feed a form of obsessive fear with breaths always so dark which hide an abstract life where glitter diverse heterogeneous tones.
Physis” is an album for fans of heavy and dark atmospheres where the rhythms arise from strange ambiospherical currents. We feel very well the desire, the will of Perceptual Defence to create this strange sonic universe where the immobility of the masses possesses an obvious power of hearing attraction. It's ambient, certainly, but not totally uninteresting.

Sylvain Lupari (September 11th,2013)
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PETE FARN: Cryptids - Biospheres Vol.2 (2013)

“Cryptids - Biospheres Vol.2 is a rather unique sound experiment that will certainly pleased to diehard fans of musical life without any form of movements”

1 The Landscapeeater (fast one) 5:40
2 Catsrawl 6:33
3 The Chimera Sleeps 11:28
4 The Chimera Dreams 11:37
Abiogenese 7:06
6 The Shy Sine Singer 5:13
7 The Landscapeeater (slow one) 24:08

SynGate Luna | pf10 (CD-r 71:45) ***
(Experimental ambient forms of EM)
PeteFarn's universe is one of sound experiments where his designer, Peter Schaefer, crosses the borders of imagination with concept albums which often caress the universes of illusions and where the noise is on top of any forms of harmonies and musical ambiences. After an album on the organic and biospherical life of the floating forests, PeteFarn imagines now the life of animals of which the existence was never scientifically proved or is simply associated to the kingdom of imagination. And that my friends, PeteFarn has full of this in both hemispheres. The problem! That takes good neighbors and a very comprehensive girlfriend because we cannot listen to “Cryptids - Biospheres Vol.2” within headphones, unless we want to sink into a kind of sound psychosis. And believe me, that could happen.
Hollow breaths open the entrails of “Cryptids - Biospheres Vol.2”. Breaths which seem human and which lead to "The Landscapeeater" and of its organic noises which appear to be a kind of dialect for unknown species. Ambiguous and multi-dimensional,
PeteFarn's universes are subject to the interpretations as much so multiple as the ears, risky needs to say, which tame them. The gurgling and the footsteps that we hear can result from diverse species, as terrestrial as extraterrestrial. Just like here where it sounds like they plot in a cave. On "Catsrawl", these gurgling are soaked with a glaucous dialect where diverse forms of life with inconceivable appearances are cawing under a thick cloud of floating layers of which the pile forms a strange concert for the hoarse singings of crickets. At this point of “Cryptids - Biospheres Vol.2”, there is a certain musicality. Later? Well, it's less certain and you have to like metaphysical sound experiments or...noise if you prefer. "The Chimera Sleeps" is a long non-form passage where the white noises get lost in their metallic echoes. Honestly? I found this a little bit hard for the ears and the neighbors have asked for which kind of bugs have infested my condo. It's kind of annoying and the ears really take a blow. Although softer, "The Chimera Dreams" displays a life without forms which ends in the same sound nightmare as "The Chimera Sleeps".
And so go the next 36 minutes of “Cryptids - Biospheres Vol.2”; a sound experiment without musical life, even if it depicts a life that we have difficulty in imagining so much the tone is sometimes assassin. Really, this is for diehard fans of sonic experiences and I found that very difficult to ingest.

Sylvain Lupari (September 14th, 2013)
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