Archive for Juni 2009

Autechre – Bike

Juni 29, 2009


das hat mir vorhin beim ipodshuffle die füße unter den beinen weggeknickt. und das trommelfell zum grooven gebracht. der stereoeffekt am anfang hat mir richtig angst gemacht. da springen die töne hin und her von links nach rechts und von rechts nach links als wären sie explodierende mp-patronen. das hört man nur auf ohr- und kopfhörern. und der wahnsinnshall. das ist elektronische musik wie ich sie mag, leute. auf der suche nach den grenzen des bewusstseins. idm nannten sie das genre. gar nicht so blöd auch wenn es angeberisch klingt. techno ist jedenfalls eher ddm. d wie dumb. ob ich die verachtung für techno nochmal aus meinem system krieg? vielleicht demnächst im berghain?

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The first house record

Juni 24, 2009

Though the various components repeat themselves incessantly, it’s how they interact and build that determines the sound — and that’s the essence of most electronic dance music, that complex interplay between several repetitive elements.
(The AMG on Manuel Göttsching’s E2-E4 which was recorded in 1981)

Formulated like this it seems to make sense. The repetition of the elements drum machine loop, guitar line and synth figure is not 100% linear. There is a dynamic operator fusing those three in the equation. But as can be heard in this small extract the variational element is too small to not bore the listener even after less than five minutes. This piece actually goes on for almost one hour. A torture for anybody who hasn’t taken the adequate drugs. The funny thing about this track is that it is actually by Manuel Göttsching who was in Ash Ra Tempel from Berlin, one of the early krautrock bands. They were electronic pioneers playing similar spherical music as Tangerine Dream. Klaus Schulze was even a member of Ash Ra Tempel. So in the end techno was just one little twig from a particular branch of the huge krautrock tree. And it became a German speciality again.

Late to the Cabaret, part 3: Animation

Juni 23, 2009


This hypnotic live song is originally from 1983’s The Crackdown. Totally different from the two tracks I posted before which were machine music whereas this has a very human touch. Especially the phantastic tribal drumming together with the deeply resonating bass gives it a funky down to earth groove. This sounds very much like something from My Life in the Bush of Ghosts by Eno & Byrne. It has a world music vibe which is married with some out of this world synthesizer sounds and Stephen Mallinder’s singing which in places sounds like scat, i.e. random syllables. It’s great that there are still amazing bands like that out there for me to discover.

Mike Patton in noise mode

Juni 23, 2009

If you want to get an idea of what this is like, imagine this:

The Emergency Broadcasting Channel tonal noises, raised about 10000 octaves, to produce the most ear-splitting continous beeping, just shy of a dog-whistle. Add to that, the sounds of bus-boys who, while carrying a full load of dirty dishes, drops it all. Glasses, silverware, dishes, sauces, etc., all come crashing down. Cut and paste a few chirping bird noises and the sound of a man having his throat slit (i.e., Mike Patton) while trying to speak and gargle mouthwash at the same time. Next, imagine 500 diesel engines all trying to start at the same time, but can’t. Then, for good measure, imagine 1500 grindstones all being used at the same time to sharpen axe blades. Lastly, throughout the entirety of the above, imagine 400 jet engines running constantly, while 6000 short-wave radios are all trying to tune in different channels at the same time (constantly).

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Du bist mein Held

Juni 22, 2009

Wir müssen uns Sisyphos als glücklichen Menschen vorstellen. Er hat immerhin seinen Stein zum Festhalten, wenn er ihn den Berg hinaufrollt. Und wenn er dann runterrollt, dann rollt er nur bis ins Tal und nicht weiter. Sisyphos weiß, wo er ihn zu suchen hat. Sein Leben ist übersichtlich und strukturiert. Es gibt Momente da wäre ich gerne Sisyphos.

dada gaga kaba

Juni 22, 2009

There is 70 billion people over there. Where are they hiding?

This is from 1982. And I like it. It sounds like techno. But techno didn’t exist (under that name) at the time. Why in the world do I find techno so brainless? And this inspired in comparison? One reason might be that I don’t really know techno, another that techno arrived too late in my life. In 1990 I was 27, my music taste was more or less forged already. Which is actually not true. I discovered indie in form of the Pixies, the Blue Aeroplanes, My Bloody Valentine, PJ Harvey etc. And I loved all of them. I always found that techno was a stupid name. Which was actually fitting the music very well. I think namewise I would prefer a genre called no tech. Another reason why I like this song is that sentence with the 70 billion people. Either there are billions of people on other planets or the song was recorded in the future. And the future is bright as mankind will not only survive but propagate.

Late to the Cabaret

Juni 20, 2009

they sound like music played by really shitty robots, like if you’d buried an early prototype of Kraftwerk in toxic sludge, then accidentally uncovered them two hundred years later and OH SHIT THEY’RE STILL ALIVE WHAT AN UNSPEAKABLY HORRIBLE EXISTENCE (q)

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I never really got into them before tonight. But right now they seem to be the greatest band of all-time. Or at least of post-punk. After having listened to them I understand even less what all the fuss about techno was about. They made techno in the early eighties. And it sounded so much better than any techno I have ever listened to. It was inventive, varied, obsessed. Besides that they were into synths, dance, dub, funk, punk, tribal rhythms, industrial, noise, goth, trash, medieval choirs almost anything that gave music a distinctive flavour in the past 30 years. Put Suicide, New Order, The Pop Group, Einstürzende Neubauten, Devo, Throbbing Gristle, Black Sabbath, Gang of Four, the Talking Heads and PIL into a mixer and the result will be something like the Cabs.

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Juni 8, 2009

m. back in the brd. mit 70 dosen kautabak. total durchgeknallt. also ich glaub nicht, dass konsum glücklich macht. vor allem nicht der von 70 dosen wintergreen skoal kautabak. wintergreen, das ist der kloreinigergeschmack. american geschmacksverirrung. da gibt es doch gepflegtere wege, sich den krebs an den hals zu holen. c. hat aufgehört, zu rauchen. ein deal. ich habe vorgelegt mit zwei monaten abstinenz. morgens im badezimmer bevor sie das nikotinpflaster auf den oberarm geklebt hat, ist sie unausstehlich. schreit mich an, schlägt mich gelegentlich gibt mir kläpse auf den rücken. bin im ersten moment völlig perplex, muss mir mühsam den grund herleiten. sie leidet ziemlich. nikotin ist die härteste droge überhaupt. hab ich schon zig mal geschrieben. aber es kristallisiert sich immer mehr als eine der ganz großen lebensweisheiten heraus. nach zehn monaten erlebe ich immer noch momente extremer schmacht. spüre fast permanent eine reizung im hals. vorhin das philosophische quartett gesehen. juli zeh ist genauso alt wie ich dachte. baujahr 74. brünett und blaue augen. wie w., meine erste freundin. außerdem ist sie ähnlich naiv und unbekümmert wie w. und ziemlich intelligent. ich glaube, ich bin gerade dabei, mich zu verlieben.

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Juni 6, 2009

In seinen Texten herrscht eine Ruhe, in der wir unser eigenes Herz schlagen hören.

(Vorwort zu Walter Kappacher: Selina oder das andere Leben)

Die Würgschaft, äh Wirtschaft

Juni 3, 2009