Havet som Cape Lonesome, som en kirkegård hvor det mytiske, det virkelige og det truede ved midnat rejser sig fra de døde: det er det soniske landskab på Ghosts Beneath the Brine, det nye album fra den Amsterdam-baserede eksperimenterende duo Wanderwelle.

Gennem otte numre, der balancerer mellem elegi og requiem, navigerer albummet i klimakrisens og artsudryddelsens realiteter, samtidig med at det fremkalder mytologien om havets skabninger. For at give krisen lyd valgte Wanderwelle ikke at optage smeltende isbjerge eller rasende skovbrande. I stedet sænkede de bækkener – små, skålformede metalplader brugt siden oldtidens ritualer – ned i saltvand i længere perioder. Efterhånden som metallet nedbrødes, blev lyden mørkere, mere skrøbelig og mere ustabil og frigav spøgelsesagtige overtoner.

Disse toner driver gennem albummet som den kritisk truede albatros – som sjette nummer er dedikeret til – der med sit vingefang på tre og en halv meter glider som et genfærd gennem enorme, ligeglade himmelrum. Lag på lag af rumklang og lyde, der minder om klagende, klynkende dyrestemmer, ledsager numre med titler, der væver myte og økologisk virkelighed sammen: »The Seabishop’s Sermon« (opkaldt efter et væsen, der angiveligt blev fanget i Østersøen i 1513), »Empty Net or Dissolving Souls«. Budskabet er klart: hajer og østers risikerer at blive lige så mytiske som fortidens havuhyrer, hvis ødelæggelserne fortsætter.

Og alligevel er det netop her, albummets skønhed bliver dets begrænsning. Ghosts Beneath the Brine er hjemsøgende smukt – men som det sublime syn af et skibsvrag betragtet fra sikker afstand inviterer det os til at gyse snarere end at handle. Mere spøgelsestog end alarmklokke tilbyder det katharsis i et øjeblik, der kalder på handling.

»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