Der manglede næsten bare et yippie ki-yay fra William Basinski, da han indtog Copenhagen Distillery som en del af turnéen The Last Symphony. »Buckle up bitches«, lød det så action-råt, at man et øjeblik troede, det var Bruce Willis på scenen. Basinskis medrivende superstjernekarisma er den perfekte modsætning til hans smuldrende og selvoverdragende ambientmusik.
Koncerten var forfriskende langt fra det udstrakte fordybelsesrum, jeg forbinder med Basinskis indspillede værker. Hans berømte serie The Disintegration Loops (2002-2003), hvor båndsløjfernes dødelige verden krakelerer i slowmotion, var emblematisk for de bekymringer mange havde omkring årtusindeskiftet: Var uendeligheden i den fagre nye digitale verden faktisk begyndelsen på enden? Som ingen anden formår Basinski at lade spørgsmålet om teknologisk determinisme klinge åbent i sin musik: de patinerede båndoptagelser rummer intet svar, men derimod en nysgerrig tilstand, hvor gentagelse og forgængelighed stopper med at trække i tidsfornemmelsen fra hver sin side og i stedet slutter kreds.
Det var fascinerende at opleve den måde, hvorpå Basinski bearbejdede sine loops. Hver gang han satte en ny lyd i rotation, virkede det, som om det var hans første møde med den. Hurtigt opstod der et sugende felt af rumklang og feedback, som dannede en sfære for båndsløjfernes omløbsbaner. Den analoge lyd gnaskede somme tider i musikken med sine små klip og kværnende komprimering.
Afstanden mellem de ambiente terræner var kort og koncerten, der blev efterfulgt af to ekstranumre, var mere collagepræget end den ødemark, Basinski normalt maler. Særligt indtagende var landskabet, da et sekstonet motiv fortærede sig selv i rumklang og gav plads til, hvad der lød som arabisk ornamenteret sang. Transcendensen fandt Basinski i de høje frekvenser, og da han på et tidspunkt strakte en lys vokalklang ud over det grumsede båndmiljø, forsvandt grænsen mellem himmel og jord. Det var ubegribeligt smukt at høre, hvordan vokalen vågede som en strålende guddom over den profane båndoptagede verden.
»What is music to me? Here’s a quote from Nietzsche: ‘The people dancing all seemed crazy to the people who couldn’t hear the music.’«
Salim Washington is a saxophonist, multi-instrumentalist, composer, academic, and activist from Detroit who has been highly active on the American jazz scene since the 1970s, and also in South Africa, where he became a central figure. The spirit of John Coltrane hovers over his music, which carries both spiritual and social dimensions.
»Music for us is the perfect language that we love to speak. A language where it is the individual's feelings and imagination that determine what is right and wrong. Everyone can speak the language. You don't have to be able to write or understand, but just listen. Some music requires that you listen carefully and maybe hear it several times. A bit like when you talk to someone from Norway or Sweden, you also have to listen a little extra.«
DØGNKIOSK is a Danish punk rock band with roots in Silkeborg. The band consists of bassist and singer Anders Ejner, who has been active on the Danish underground scene for several decades. Musically, DØGNKIOSK moves in a field between classic Danish punk and alternative rock. In the spring of 2026, the band will release their second album, Tæt på kanten.
It is difficult to comprehend that Andreas Engström is no longer with us. Just a couple of months ago, he wrote – as he had done so many times before – with an ambitious proposal: he wanted to review a box set of twenty releases by Dror Feiler. In the same message, he mentioned plans to come to Aarhus for the recently concluded Spor Festival.
Ladies and gentlemen, we’re deep underground – indeed, all the way to France. This EP is the latest conceptual release from French electronic producer Romain Martin, 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
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
