in brief
13.06.2022

Meditative kraftudladninger 

Klang Festival: »Xenakis 100« – Ekkozone
© Alexander Banck-Petersen
© Alexander Banck-Petersen

Tivolis Koncertsal var rammen for lidt af en begivenhed i dansk musikliv: Fem centrale kammermusikværker af den græsk-franske ærkeavantgardist Iannis Xenakis opført som jubilæumskoncert på dansk grund. Alt i alt af halvanden times varighed, fuldkommen suverænt kurateret og fremført af Ekkozone anført af Mathias Reumert. 

Xenakis' værker regnes med god grund for noget af det mest komplekse, der er skrevet i 1900-tallets anden halvdel, men de virker aldrig til at være skrevet med kompleksiteten som et mål i sig selv, sådan som man ellers har kunnet mistænke andre i hans generation for. 

Det indledende værk, en sats fra det marimba-dominerede værk Pléïdades (1978), fik mig til at ærgre mig over, at jeg ikke havde taget min fire år gamle dreng med: For han ville utvivlsomt have sat højlydt pris på værkets mylder af runde, mættede og meditative lyde, der lød som bløde kugler, som i en uendelig varm strøm flød hen ad gulvet. 

De to efterfølgende soloværker for henholdsvis percussion og klaver, Rebonds B/A (1989) og Mists (1980), blev opført attacca efter hinanden, dvs. uden pause. Det bidrog til at gøre deres ellers fundamentalt forskellige klangverdener forbløffende beslægtede med hinanden. I de første minutter af det sidste værk var det endda som om, at klaveret var blevet et slagtøjsinstrument. 

Koncertens ældste værk for klaver og fem koreograferede messingblæsere, Eonta (1964), blev her opført for første gang herhjemme. Dets tilsyneladende uforenelige modstilling mellem den pointilistiske, rationelle klaverstemme og de flydende, undertiden drømmende blæsere fik det næsten til at lyde som et kakofonisk remake af Charles Ives' The Unanswered Question. Værkets performative elementer, hvor blæserne ofte vandrede rundt på scenen, gav det samtidig et skær af noget fuldkommen uvirkeligt. Det værk ville jeg meget gerne se og høre opført igen. 

Endelig gav Okho (1989) for tre djember koncerten en medrivende afslutning. Anvendelsen af dette vestafrikanske instrument kan muligvis ses i et postkolonialt perspektiv, det vil sige som en kritik af Xenakis' adapterede hjemland Frankrigs stærkt problematiske historiske relation til kontinentet. I så fald lød værket som en dyster formaning om at lade kontinentet helt i fred. Og derved fik instrumentationen en selvironisk farve, der her blev skærpet af en langt senere tids Black Lives Matter-bevægelse. Jeg krympede mig i stolen, samtidig med at jeg var revet med af musikken og fremførelsen: Det var tæt på at være ulideligt.

Efter koncerten var mine ører godt gennembanket af al den lyd, men det var som om, jeg kunne have fortsat hele aftenen med at lytte til Xenakis' univers, spændt ud som det er mellem på den ene side aggression og raseri, på den anden tilbagelænethed og resignation. Jeg var overloadet og forklaret på samme tid. Og den følelse har for mig ellers været sjælden efter en avantgardekoncert.

in briefrelease
11.02

Echoes from the Olive Trees

Mai Mai Mai: »Karakoz«
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Grief is hereditary. It is collective and more than mere streams of tears – as countless generations of oppressed Palestinians can attest. On the album Karakoz, the Rome-based musician Mai Mai Mai creates a resonance of this collective sorrow and attempts to grasp the desperate hope of the Palestinian people. Not through political slogans, but through dark spiritualism and synthesizers.

Karakoz is an ancient form of shadow theatre with roots in the Ottoman Empire, and the album title serves as an omen of the musical pulse that sets in from the opening track, »Grief«. Here the music sounds like an archaic folk hymn: slow, repetitive percussion creates a tear-soaked minimalism, and the piece feels like a ceremony passed down through generations. With synthesizers slowly coiling around Maya Al Khaldi’s yearning vocals, »Grief« becomes a cultural bridge between forgotten traditions and the painfully current tragedy that today envelops Palestine in an all-consuming darkness.

Across the seven tracks, one hears trauma like a wind murmuring through the streets and among the olive trees. This may be because the album was created in collaboration with local artists and includes archival material from The Palestinian Sound Archive – an archive of decades of forgotten music, poetry, and album covers. Karakoz is a reinterpretation of Middle Eastern spiritualism and forgotten music. It is a testament to grief as lived experience, and as an archival bulwark, Karakoz thus takes part in the struggle for a free Palestine.

English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek

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»For me, music is a secret safe place. It is a refuge from society, from who you're expected to be, and from the idea of belonging. It is a space where you're free from conflict and dualistic ways of thinking. It is a place to feel the world without needing to understand it.«

Masaya Ozaki is a composer born in Niigata, Japan. His work is deeply influenced by the transient nature of space and the subtleties of sound within physical environments.  Ozaki views sound not just as a medium, but as a form deeply intertwined with the spaces it inhabits, something that he explores extensively in site-specific projects like Echoes, which involved live performances inside a lighthouse. 

Ozaki’s latest album, Mizukara (2024), is a reflection of his personal and artistic journey, primarily shaped by his experiences in Iceland. The album embraces minimalism and introspection, incorporating field recordings, sparse instrumentals, and the textures of the Icelandic landscape to explore the fluid relationship between self and environment. In recent interviews, he emphasized his shift from purely sound-based compositions to ones that deeply consider the environment and space. His relocation to Iceland has profoundly influenced his work, encouraging him to further merge the boundaries between music, nature, and architecture.  He is also a member of the Reykjavík-based emo anime doom metal band MC Myasnoi.

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»For me, music is a journey through time; one song can send you back to a childhood summer, a packed dance floor, a breakup – or a sense of hope you thought you had given up.« 

Danish-Corsican Malu Pierini has created her own musical universe somewhere between Copenhagen, Corsica and 1960s Paris. Here, Nordic soul/pop and French chanson meet as she draws threads to her family’s roots in the Parisian cabaret scene, the raw beauty of the Mediterranean and stories that bridge the gap between past and present. Pierini has just released her debut album Libera Me – a cinematic and personal journey into family history and an examination of what we carry with us from those who came before us. The album unites French 60s sounds, bossa references, Corsican folk tunes and indie pop in a story of love, heritage and identity. 

in briefrelease
06.02

Small Snowflakes in a Brutal Snowstorm

Mads Emil Dreyer: »Miniatures«
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As this review was being written, a snowstorm swept across Denmark, and even Østerbro was submerged in beautiful white snow. This turned out to be a remarkably fitting backdrop for the Danish composer Mads Emil Dreyer’s latest compositions, which are marked by melancholic, childlike phrases of glockenspiel and distant synths. The minimalist works are performed by the ensembles Scenatet, EKKI MINNA, and Athelas Sinfonietta, all of whom share a commitment to contemporary music, uncompromising experimentation, and a playful approach to acoustics and perspectives – qualities that are clearly audible in the works themselves.

Echoes of metallic sound surfaces blend with occasional floating pads, often tipping from the beautiful into the unsettling. The first half of the album is shaped by slightly brighter and more playful melodies, with »Miniature I–II« and »I–III« in particular delivering beautiful themes that frequently strike straight to the heart. A brief intermezzo opens the album’s second half, where abrasive keys and pads are introduced, and the ringing glockenspiels hover above the listener like eerie shadows or frightening ghosts.

The suites are short, simple, and effective, yet at the same time deeply atmospheric. In a short space of time, Miniatures has become a favored sonic space for this reviewer when there is a need to retreat into the chambers of the mind, where the blend of glockenspiel and principles of chance appears like small, glistening snowflakes in a long and brutal snowstorm.

in briefrelease
04.02

Poetic Nocturnal Rummaging

Bent Sørensen: »12 Nocturnes & Piano Concerto No. 3, La sera estatica«
Bent Sørensen. © Peter Christian Christensen
Bent Sørensen. © Peter Christian Christensen

Why is it that one can always recognize a lullaby? This musical archetype, circular and hushed, sung into us with mother’s milk. Composer Bent Sørensen’s solo piano cycle 12 Nocturnes is a tribute to the night’s musical cultural heritage. The nocturne – a nocturnal, lyrical composition – merges with, among other forms, lullabies and cantatas in a poetic narrative from sunset to sunrise about what is close at hand and yet unfathomable: that the sun rises, that children are born, that stars can be glimpsed through small windows on earth, that the piano can create worlds with twelve tones.

Bent Sørensen wrote the twelve short nocturnes between 2000 and 2014 for pianist (and wife) Katrine Gislinge. They have previously been released digitally. Now they appear as a studio recording paired with Piano Concerto No. 3, La sera estatica. The premiere of this “ecstatic evening” stands in contrast to the nocturnes’ simple, balanced forms. With a dramatic opening, multiple orchestral groups, and crackling storminess in the soundscapes, the dreamy nocturnal universe is ruptured by a surging ardor that unfolds in two parts, where purer melodic lines gradually take over the second – complete with a distinct (night?) bell.

Yet the piano concerto’s sovereign quality does not quite come into its own when presented as a postscript to the nocturnes’ rounded narrative. The two elements work best separately, so that the ecstatic evening for full orchestra does not puncture the magic of stars scattered blinking across the piano’s staccato attacks, or Sigrid’s nocturnal dances and lullabies. There is ample drama in the beautifully conveyed single night – for even the child Sigrid will one day no longer be sung to sleep.