OUT NOW at the Emitter Micro Festival 2013:


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A disc of improvised music, but with some curious ideas and instruments. I am not sure if any of these three players ever was in Vital Weekly, but here we have Hopek Quirin (bass, efekts, diktaphone), Kris Limbach (drums, rotors and microphones) and Anton Mobin (prepared chamber, cassettes). Especially the ‘prepared chamber’ gave me some thinking. What is that? The music was recorded on January 27th 2012 at Emitter19, but then the cover says: ‘mixed separatly by Anton Mobin and Hopek Quirin & Kris Limbach’, which is also something that left me a bit puzzled. How am I to envisage this ‘mixed separately’ exactly. I honestly couldn’t tell. There are seven pieces from these sessions on this disc, and these are all quite interesting mixtures of the instruments, bass and drums, on one side and whatever else, more electronic, goes on. Sometimes it all seems be put together in a rather random fashion, but then some of these pieces sound strangely (?) coherent, such as ‘Ymalspium’, with its rhythm provided by ‘rotors’ on the cymbals, or the deep drones from diktaphone rumble on ‘Adioscoper’. It seems that the pieces which are a bit longer, are also the ones which are a bit more chaotic. There is a curious lo-fi element in this music, which works quite well, but which is hard to pin down. Hardly any post processing is used, and the bass and drums sound usually as god intended, but there is so much other stuff going on, in the area of electro-acoustics which mingle very nicely with exactly that kind of free play of those instruments that it sounds like processed. A very refined raw diamond. (FdW)

(Review: “Vital Weekly”, http://www.vitalweekly.net/884.html)

Review in The Sound Projector:

“This untitled album is an excavation of fluff and audio detritus, feathery caverns being mined for tangled fibres. Insular and close, the sound-environment captured by this trio is somewhat akin to water-logged ears; a pressured confusion of indistinct voices, tape-whispers, and buzzing electronics. It unfolds in languid contemplative fashion, curling endlessly in upon itself, a burrowing within rather than an expansion out, each additional sound compressing the whole further towards some eventual event-horizon. The trio explore the tactility of the sounds they’ve created: fluttering cassette-flicker, muffled dialogue, the clasping of zips; a mutating bricollage collapsing slowly under its own lazily accumulating mass. Their textural qualities examined both in close-up and at distance; enshrouding the listener in a space of uncertain extent, sudden shapes looming against a backdrop of shifting shadows. “

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