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lundi 23 novembre 2009

Phéromone - Disparlure (Corpus Hermeticum, 2000)



1 Disparlure Part 1 32:10
2 Disparlure Part 2 40:44

Eric Cordier et Jean-Luc Guionnet nous ont donné à entendre quelques unes des propositions expérimentales les plus intéressantes de ces dernières années, avec " Tore " paru sur Shambala et Synapses sur le label Selektion. Aujourd’hui Corpus Hermeticum sort le disque de PHEROMONE, trio avec Eric Cordier (vielle à roue et traitement électronique) et Jean-Luc Guionnet (citera, chiftelia, bois, métal et micros contact), auxquels s’est joint Pascal Battus (guitare environnée). Trio d’improvisation définitivement sorti de l’approche old school, sans pour autant sacrifier à la tendance minimaliste actuelle. Comme la plupart des disques parus sur Corpus H. celui-ci est traversé par l’énergie du rock. Pour PHEROMONE le petit Robert donne cette définition en biologie : sécrétion externe produite par un organisme, qui stimule une réponse physiologique ou comportementale chez un autre membre de la même espèce. L’ improvisation jouée comme réponse à une stimulation sonore de l’autre. Ce qui semble dire qu’il n’y a pas de réponses imaginaires mais seulement antérieures (de l’ordre du réflexe, codifiée). Ce qui pourrait être une remise en cause (ou tout au moins un doute émis à propos) du caractère déclaré libertaire de l’improvisation ou des musiques improvisées, une façon de dire qu’elles comportent un caractère idiomatique, un déterminisme culturel ? Mais il resterait du désir, du collectif, de la circulation, de l ’échange, de l’un à l’autre, l’improvisation comme érotique. Longue pièce enregistrée par Eric La Casa et Pierre-Henri Thiebaut Disparlure ", développe des paysages sonores bruissants, sons éclatés dans l’espace se répondant à la façon de ces phéromones, atteignant une apparente cacophonie de nuit d’été. Les textures sont denses et travaillées de torsions et de déchirures, de brûlures et d’implosions, la matière ne reste jamais inerte, le travail incessant. Disque de grincements, de matières ferrugineuses, lourdes, très denses. On y entend quelque chose de l’ordre de l’animalité, un peu à la façon d’une nourriture que se disputeraient des coléoptères voraces, déchiquetant, amputant, déchirant cette masse sonique. L’intérêt pour les sources sonores (de la guitare environnée ou de la vielle à roue) disparaît, semble secondaire, une belle confusion règne là, riche et non maigre, mais pourtant coupante, dangereuse. Les mains tremblent, cherchent, fouillent dans la matière à la recherche de ce son d’or qui fascine tant Charlemagne Palestine, mais ici comme pris dans le déchet, le rebus de la chose musicale. Quête alchimique de la merdre en or. Disparlure ", un bégaiement à la Christian Prigent, il y a de l’anamorphose dans la musique du trio, une torsion du musical dans le bruit monstrueux, comme une mise en vibration du réel. Prigent parlant de l’anamorphose en dit : " Son intérêt réside dans ce geste symptomatique, qui désavoue implicitement la réalité que serait censée figurer la représentation codée " . Est-ce de la musique (cette grande écriture codée des sons d’une société à un certain stade de son développement) ou plus simplement un moment de vie, du temps parlé ? Après le trio Noetinger / Marchetti / Werchowski, Bruce Russell continue d’ ouvrir son label aux expériences de l’improvisation de la vieille Europe, sortant la musique de l’impérialisme culturel anglo-saxon. Il y aurait un autre monde ?
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This is the first release from the French Trio Pheromone, released on Bruce Russell's Corpus Hermeticum label. This trio makes spare and expansive soundscapes using guitar, hurdy gurdy, electronics, contact mics and various electro-acoustic devices. This single piece (tracked as 2 tracks) was recorded live and mixed by Eric La Casa and Pierre-Henri Thiebaut at home. The band sets up in the corners of the room and surrounds the audience, while enveloping them in an abstract cloud of stuttering samples, rhythmic pulses, clicks and scrapes, hums and whirs, buzz and skree, strum and clatter that all seemingly follow some mysterious and non linear-narrative. Gorgeously difficult.
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The analogy is with the functioning of the eponymous insect hormones, which transmit messages to other insects at a distance. The audible messages of the three musicians transmit signals from one player to the next, with the audience hearing the interaction of the signals in 'surround sound'. This is particularly apt as the overall effect of the music is of a darkened environment full of animal calls, as unseen predators stalk small mechanical prey and flocks of metal birds perch in the tinfoil trees.
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mercredi 23 septembre 2009

RST - Warm Planes (Corpus Hermeticum, 1999)



1 Black Sand (4:31)
2 Transform (9:56)
3 The Brothers (5:14)
4 Dark Star (7:13)
5 Voltage (Dub) (7:13)
6 Pylon (7:04)
7 Wasted Magic (6:02)
8 Fuselage (9:50)

Warm Planes is much more of a drone based disc, downright dreamy at times, an amazing collection of dynamic tectonic guitar-drone rumble, very prescient considering the current love of all things doomdronedirge. And holy shit does this stuff hold up. Dense and thick and viscous, these tracks move at a crawl, slowly and completely engulfing everything it their path, filling your ears with a murky black buzz. Some of the tracks dial back the grrrrr a bit, offering up soft ripples of muted feedback, and shimmering swells of amp buzz, while others are expansive sheets of crystalline shimmer, but the majority, are thick and snarling beasts, steel strings reverberating through big black speakers, and wrapping us up in thick tendrils of guitar growl.
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vendredi 14 août 2009

Sandoz Lab Technicians - Let Me Lose My Mind Gracefully (Corpus Hermeticum, 1998)



1 Let Me Lose My Mind Gracefully (36:53)

Live recording of a concert held in Dunedin, New Zealand on August, 17, 1997 as support for Tony Conrad.

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lundi 11 mai 2009

Le Jazz Non (A Compilation Of Nineties NZ Noise) (Corpus Hermeticum, 1996)






1 Gate To Kiss The Wall (3:46)
2 Rain Invisible (4:43)
3 Witcyst Witcyst Play Piano Is Spirit (4:22)
4 Thela Look Out! The Fucking Hot Jet (3:24)
5 Sandoz Lab Technicians It's All Just (3:33)
6 Empirical Howsomever (5:24)
7 Omit The Encompassing (4:28)
8 RST Event [Edit] (6:17)
9 Doramaar Acidez Max 0'4° (4:38)
10 Lame & Sorry Minus Eleven (8:01)
11 A Handful Of Dust The Kaballah Of The Horse Pegasus (4:25)
12 Surface Of The Earth 4:02 (4:16)

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mercredi 15 avril 2009

Dust/Omit - Deformed (Corpus Hermeticum, 1996)


1 The Rising Of Massed Deformities [Sway Out Of Control In So Damaging Themselves Upon A Raised Platform Of Barbed Hooks Fading Out Into Feedback] (16:20)
2 Calling Master Aliboron [For A Jug Of Wine] (6:36)
3 I Was Already Waiting For You Forever (7:14)
4 Black Shaft Depletion (15:18)
5 The Malformation Of Lost Territory [Post-Depletion] (14:53)
6 Resumes Offscreen (1:37)
7 Disordered (2:25)
8 Disordered Throwback (2:46)
9 The Dispersal Of Signals Now Fall Into Blackness (3:54)

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jeudi 19 mars 2009

Omit - Interior Desolation (Corpus Hermeticum, 1999)






1 Solitary Disembarkment (23:03)
2 Type:One [Stationery Movement] (2:39)
3 Type:Two [The Backdown] (7:44)
4 Type:Three [Mimesis] (2:03)
5 Type:Four [Overflow] (2:26)
6 Type:Five [Unfaithful Resolution] (2:40)
7 Type:Six [The Screw] (9:36)
8 The Withdrawal (23:47)

Longs morceaux d'électronique monotone et mélancolique troublés par des field recordings cauchemardesques (cochons, machine à laver, etc)....

With Interior Desolation we go back to the original Omit's sound which is not quite different from their last efforts, delivering long monotonous hypno-textures, loops and micro-electronic clicks. However the difference appears in the arrangements. The sonic electronic atmosphere of Interior Desolation is disturbed by alienated, negative, evocative schyzo noises and effects that give to this album a rather bizarre & creepy dimension. the epic dark experimental ambient Solitary disembarkment is one of the central pieces here: a gory / bloody traumatic hypno-electronic piece covered (during the first minutes) by abusively violent noises of animals...the ambience becomes totally surreal and seriously haunted with a general mood that recalls Conrad Schnitzler's buzzing electronic effort called Zug. The backdown tooks back the same ingredients, extended spectral noises, deeply cinematic, dangerous, sinister, melancholic organs, hypnotic-looped drum pulses. Mimesis, Unfaithful resolution are also spacious, catchy and weird electronic mechanics. The withdrawal which closed the album is the second haunting epic piece and once again it starts with terrifying sampled concrete noises to reach into a tense, buzzing electronic effervescence. Not revolutionnary but brilliantly immersive, nightmarish / electronic-horror experience not recommended to everyone. Fans of Conrad Schnitzler, Seesselberg, Asmus Tietchens should give listen.
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dimanche 15 mars 2009

Omit - Quad (Corpus Hermeticum, 1992 (1997 reissue))







1-01 The Cross Fade
1-02 The Outcast
1-03 The Rut
1-04 Restraint
1-05 Recess
1-06 Release
1-07 Self Preparation Through Dislocation (State One)
1-08 Self Preparation Through Dislocation (State Two)
1-09 Release Of Dislocation (State Three)
1-10 Release Of Dislocation (Through Desperation)
1-11 The Turning Point
1-12 Towards The Centre
1-13 Birth Of Fade Out
1-14 Remission Of Self Separation Through Dislocation
1-15 Seclusion
1-16 Reclusion
1-17 Reference Outside
1-18 First Divider
2-01 The State Of Change
2-02 Second Divider
2-03 8.30 PM
2-04 The First Self Less Reflection
2-05 9.26 PM
2-06 The Second Self Less Reflection
2-07 Resectioned From Despair
2-08 The Third Self Less Reflection
2-09 End Dip (Mind Odyssey / State One)
2-10 The Act (Mind Odyssey / State Two)
3-01 Odyssey To Fade Out
3-02 The Fade Out
3-03 Gun Down
3-04 Sub Fadeback
3-05 The Lost State

Originellement réalisé sous forme de deux cassettes en 1992, réédité par Corpus Hermeticum en 1997 sous la forme d'un pack de trois CDs... Mine de sons: psych-rock, drone, ambient, improvisations, etc, etc...

A little bit of a cheat to "revisit" this monster, as it should still be ringing in the head of anyone who truly heard it at the time. Still, I haven't actually checked in with this in a few years, and once again the real thing way outdoes my head-ghosts. Originally birthed as 2 C-90 sets, Bruce Russell somehow mathed this into a Corpus Hermeticum triple CD, but it's hard to imagine how any physical object(s) can contain so many sounds and ideas. Windy drones, rattling noise, audio-verite atomspheres, psych-rock sound-scapes: really, what's not on here? Actually there's not much straight-up noise per se, but otherwise, everything interesting about the last 15 years of improv/noise/abstraction/whatever shows up. Yet everything is glued by the oddly chilly touch of Omit (a/k/a New Zealand recluse Clinton Williams), which I suppose makes Quad slightly serious/arch - there's definitely no fucking around here - but with noise this paralyzing, what difference does it make if you're smiling or straight-faced as long as your muscles are frozen? I was obsessed with this for a few months when it came out, but renavigating its mind-washing river, I realize I should've never filed it next to anything except my brain. I pathetically have yet to hear the, uh, comeback record, and D.Keenan claims it might be better than Quad, but even if that's true, I think I'll keep my illusions in tact for a little while longer.
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dimanche 4 janvier 2009

Greg Malcolm - Homesick For Nowhere (Corpus Hermeticum, 2002)


1 Lonely Woman (6:55)
2 Homesick For Nowhere (5:03)
3 Depresso Guitar (7:27)
4 Chairman Mao (6:48)
5 Blues For Aida (6:12)
6 Strawberry Fields (1:32)
7 Oderbruch (3:58)
8 Incident At Owl Creek (7:17)
9 What Is The Sound of Two-Handed Tapping? (8:00)
10 Spatula Boy (6:05)

Magnifiques reprises de Steve Lacy, Ornette Coleman, Charlie Haden, des Beatles, ou de mélodies folkloriques klezmer, arabe ou japonaise par une des stars de la scène néo-zélandaise, particulièrement riche. Greg Malcolm a pour particularité d'être un homme orchestre de la guitare, une dans les mains, plusieurs posées au sol dont il joue en même temps, son brut de l'enregistrement au minidisc.... Sur le regretté label bruitiste Corpus Hermeticum....

This is probably the only Corpus Hermeticum release I’d recommend to Sandy Bull fans. Greg Malcolm may have made this album for the flagship label of New Zealand’s free noise scene, but it doesn’t really fit into it — this music has far too much time for composed melodies. And despite the use of guerilla recording strategies — a minidisc at a gig, a borrowed tape deck at home — it doesn’t really fit into the lo-fi scene that burgeoned in the early-'90s. What he’s doing comes through pretty clearly. And what does he do? Play guitars — plenty of ‘em, at the same time.

Malcolm uses both acoustic and electric instruments, one on his lap, a few on the floor, and manipulates them simultaneously to obtain several independent voices. It’s a neat trick, but I generally forget about it whilst playing this disc because the techniques don’t really draw attention to themselves. Malcolm has great taste in tunes: free jazz (Ornette Coleman’s “Lonely Woman,” Charlie Haden’s “Song For Che”); ethnic music of Japan and the middle East; even the Beatles are grist for his mill.

Malcolm is well versed in free-improv aesthetics and methodology. On International Domestic, another Hermescorp disc, he more than holds his own with Tetuzi Akiyama. But here he’s generally pretty faithful to the melodies, which he articulates with a resonant tone and a fairly clean attack. But not overly respectful; he dive-bombs the title track’s finger-picked lead with some rude, fuzz-toned feedback. On the following “Depresso Guitar,” he uses an e-bow to coax a snaky Islamic folk tune through the buzzing haze generated by a guitar agitated by a small fan. “Strawberry Fields,” which is sung by Malcolm’s partner Jenny Ward, is the one track I could do without; her Kiwi accent plays up the song’s potential twee-ness, and even some fairly splintered accompaniment doesn’t save it. But that’s what skip buttons are for, right?

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