in brief
13.03.2021

Forsigtigt, vildt forsigtigt, fremad

Pulsar Festival: »2-3-4-5-4-3-2«
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De to violiner i Frej Wedlunds skrøbeligt langsomme Morning Lights er på randen af slet ikke at eksistere. Sammen tøver de fra start til slut, mens de sniger sig ind på en fælles tone og sender små lyn ud fra den i hver sin retning. Som et vindpust er værket pludselig forbi; måske har det efterladt kimen til noget større.

I Zechen Hus klavertrio Qin Xiang ligger noget også og ulmer. Pianisten hamrer undervejs i flyglet. I frustration? Over sine arkaisk drømmende skalaløb, over de romantiske impulser? Jeg fornemmer en lille modstand, der kan vokse til monsterstørrelse.

Anderledes velvoksen virker Philip Clarkes Spejlkvartet. Mørke bølger, der rejser sig fra celloen og forplanter sig langt op gennem strygekvartettens palet. En moden elegance, der står sig godt til de humørfyldte melodilinjer. Ingen tvivl om håndværkets niveau og evnen til at strukturere et langt forløb. Friskfyragtigt kunne jeg måske – hvis jeg lige ignorerer, at jeg ret godt kan lide værket – spørge: Men er det ikke for meget pastiche, for meget bakspejl, ikke mindst med den guldalderagtige afslutning?

Let er det ikke at følge op på et sådant epos. Det lykkes nu alligevel ret godt med Emil Johanssons korte, friskt boblende Cinq Ventilateurs for blæserkvintet, et velinstrumenteret humørstykke. Imens kan man sidde og spekulere over festivalen indtil nu. Det virker som en evighed siden, at Jeppe Ernst, Bára Gísladóttir, James Black og Marcela Lucatelli vendte vrangen ud på Pulsar. Men der er måske også nogle andre ting i spil nu, noget med en ny konstruktivitet og, tja, en forsigtighed, som ikke er uden potentiale.

Lasse Winterbottoms alvorsdrømmende Earwig, Twig, Jig and Whirligig for fløjte, klaver, bratsch og kontrabas slutter sig til det velskrevne, men også lidt høflige. Omvendt er der masser af musikdramatisk udforskning og dramaturgi i Matias Vestergårds firdelte My Hope Is Decayed for klarinet, slagtøj og klaver med værkets små musikalske samtaler.

Og så en enkelhed i vippefigurerne og de langsomt tegnede linjer i Evagoras Solias Apokidis’ afsluttende Less for to celloer, som udvikler sig til en voldsom tonejagt og sætter det punktum, Wedlunds indledning kastede op i luften.

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04.05

The Escape From a Hotel That May Not Exist

RÖM: »Whispering Dub«
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Ladies and gentlemen, we’re deep underground – indeed, all the way to France. This EP is the latest conceptual release from French electronic producer Victor Escomel, who works under the name RÖM in the borderland between ambient and techno. Whispering Dub unfolds across five tracks, drawing heavily on dub while telling a story about an escape from a fictional hotel. Escomel’s background in African percussion studies and his fondness for analog gear surface in the mysterious sonic textures and the stark contrast between arranged percussion and dubbed-out echoes, underscoring the concept’s tension between mysticism and reality.

»Oilbird« opens in dystopian ambient before sliding into the rhythmic »Eastern Temple«, which constantly shifts between filtered synths, frantic percussion, and sudden breakbeats. Things cohere more fully on the title track, which blends minimal techno into the mix and stands out by maintaining a steady pulse, while echo-laden drums cast an unsettling atmosphere within the dance framework. On the closing »Hotel Amnesia«, the narrator awakens again in a collage of the record’s electronic tendencies, questioning their own existence in the album’s only use of vocals.

Whispering Dub isn’t wildly groundbreaking or bizarre enough to push the senses into extreme reactions. But as a well-produced and effective piece of electronic music, it invites the listener into a compelling game of whispers.

English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek

in brieflive
04.05

A Trumpet, Two Illusions and a Fjord

Kasper Tranberg / Mesmer
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The stage was set for a special experience on Wednesday evening at KU.BE on Frederiksberg. In the borderland between tradition and joyful madness stood birthday celebrant Kasper Tranberg, blowing his trumpet. What emerged was an insistent blend of jazz and avant-garde, laced with understated humor and delivered by a virtuoso with a calm, unmistakably Danish presence. With a wry sense of ease, he made even the most complex passages surprisingly accessible.

Tranberg presented excerpts from 12 Melodic Illusions for Solo Improviser and Melodic Illusions for Sextet with both devotion and a glint in his eye. He demonstrated how the trumpet can stand alone while still conveying abstract emotional states. Sharp trills dissolved into growling undertones, merging with the resonance of the room. At times, he employed backing tracks, creating duets with himself.

The evening’s main attraction was the trio Mesmer – Emil Jensen, Victor Dybbroe, and Anders Filipsen – who performed works from their new piece Terrain Vague II, developed through several residencies in Northern Jutland. The three compositions moved within a field of electroacoustics, contemporary music, and analogue improvisation, carrying a distinctly cinematic and nature-infused sensibility. The sonic plunges into the Limfjord were particularly striking: Dybbroe’s metal percussion and Filipsen’s lapping synth textures carved out a dark, magnetic space. In the piece inspired by Aalborg Harbour, Jensen’s trumpet cut through with long, mist-laden tones, like signals drifting in from distant ships. The result was both enchanting and, at times, deeply inspiring. It was a concert that, for now, refuses to loosen its grip on me.

English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek

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»The five tracks I'm listening to right now are recordings I discovered either four weeks or 40 years ago. They all bring me joy and inspiration. They represent who I am right now. They carry me. I feel at home and in my happy place when I listen to them. They are an integral part of my sonic persona.«

Holger Schulze is professor in musicology at the University of Copenhagen and principal investigator at the Sound Studies Lab. His sonic anthropology explores how sounds and listening in the 21st century stabilise, disrupt, and permeate everyday life. Artistic practices and everyday objects are both of equal concern to his sonic critique. Currently he works on The Bloomsbury Encyclopedia of Sound Studies in 3 volumes (as one of three editor-in-chiefs together with Jennifer Stoever and Michael Bull) and on The Bloomsbury Handbook of Sound in Museums (together with Alcina Cortez, Gabriele Rossi Rognoni and Eric de Visscher). His publications include: The Bloomsbury Handbook of the Anthropology of Sound (2021, ed.), Sonic Fiction (2021), The Sonic Persona (2018), Sound as Popular Culture (2016, co-ed.)

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26.04

Let's Sing About the Cycle

Adrianna Kubica-Cypek, ÆTLA & Barbara Agertoft: »Månen«
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© Saba Lykke Oehlenschlæger

The moon is a fundamental poetic motif. Its cycle pulls at both the tides and at us – within bodies and fluids alike. Composer Adrianna Kubica-Cypek and the vocal ensemble ÆTLA interpret this motif from Barbara Agertoft’s poem »Månen«. The composition is divided into »Månen« I, II, III and IV. It is a successful EP with a clear sense of purpose: the strong textual foundation establishes a distinct compositional direction without digressions, yet musically it cannot stand on its own.

The moon’s power to connect the inner and the outer emerges strongly in Agertoft’s poem: »and we stretched ourselves out, the inner in the outer all that we / bled into.« How better to convey this fundamental mood than through a vocal ensemble – individual bodies that bleed into an external, shared sound? Kubica-Cypek’s interpretation is dynamic, full of contrast and undulating, like flood and ebb. It begins with a piercing timbre of female voices, unfolding into crossing glissandi supported by deep, monotonously chanting male voices. At times, the sounds converge into harmonic chords; more often, the voices move in diverging directions in both volume and pitch, or insist on remaining in dissonance and repetition.

»Månen IV« concludes as an inversion of the sharp opening of »Månen I«, with subdued and dark sonorities that feel partially unresolved – as if the work is meant to be heard again from the beginning. In its form, the choral arrangement is cyclical, bringing out something understated in Agertoft’s poem. It demonstrates the quality of mutual interpretation: the art forms add something to one another.

in brieflive
22.04

The Voice in My Head

MØR Collective: »Vildnis – der vokser græs ud af min hovedskal«
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»Is your head also filled with voices that aren’t your own?« the young man asks. The question forms the central theme of Vildnis (Wilderness], a performance by the theatre group MØR collective, and most people would probably answer yes. But whose voices are they, and where do they come from?

In the introduction, Vildnis is described as »a journey into the engine room of theatre.« Playwright Abelone Koppel has written 80 short texts, and each evening a selection is activated by two performers who do not know in advance which texts they will receive through their earpieces. In a back room, a prompter reads the texts aloud, which the actors immediately translate into movement and voice on stage. It could easily have gone wrong. It doesn’t – and much of the credit goes to the two performers, whose work makes the concept function so well.

Also present on stage is composer Mika Forsling, who, through electronic means and abundant percussion, follows the mood unfolding between the performers – but unfortunately not much more than that. I actually found it somewhat difficult to hear what was going on and, at times, forgot about it altogether, as it felt relatively insignificant. It would have been an obvious choice to use the voice itself as an instrument in a performance centered on inner voices, and it is hard to understand why this opportunity is missed.

One should not see Vildnis for the music alone, even if it becomes more prominent towards the end, when the roles are reversed and Forsling’s rhythms seem to guide the performers’ movements. Nevertheless, Vildnis emerges as a cohesive and engaging experience, despite the unpredictability of the experiment.

English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek