Sól Ey and Ryosuke Kiyasu both confronted the boundaries of sound with uncompromising dedication, demonstrating that sound art is not just about playing – but about transformation.
A world so distant from the inferno of Roskilde that one can hardly see where the ends meet. But they do, that night at Roskilde.
It is hard not to feel almost physically exhilarated by the album’s intense contrasts between presence and destruction.
On half of the tracks Hammerstrøm demonstrates that he is capable of creating truly beautiful music.
This is an album as happy to shout as it is to slither.
»The small crackling beep-sounds from the satellites’ resonance also became music.«
There is something charmingly awkward about Shibuya’s pop-infused, overdramatic compositions and the android voice’s sticky kawaii factor.
Although the many contrasts made for a rather epic concert, they also left me feeling somewhat conflicted.
If I woke up in a golden bed with a crowd of strangers around me, I would love to listen to the same soundtrack as Jeppe.
How much of the original purpose can – and should – be removed from the equation for a release in album format to make sense?
»A necessary album for anyone unafraid of the dark.«
»With a few simple means, Blaume’s debut emerges as a welcome harbinger of spring.«