I en serie af mini-interviews spørger Seismograf/DMT forskellige aktører på musik- og lydkunstscenen til aktuelle anbefalinger af værker eller events. Se her denne anderledes og personlige værkanbefaling fra den ene af initiativtagerne til LYT TIL KBH og manden bag kunstnernavnet Krishve, Kristian Hverring.
1) Hvilket værk vil du gerne anbefale til andre?
Jeg bliver nok nødt til at vælge en drøm, jeg havde for noget tid siden. En koncert i et gammelt nedlagt biografkompleks i Bruxelles. På scenen var medlemmer af The Residents, Coil, Slayer, Velvet Underground, Guns N’ Roses og Einstürzende Neubauten. Cash, Bowie og Derbyshire gjorde også et eller andet. Arvo Pärt kom ind på scenen, men gik ud igen med det samme. Så Ligeti og Lemmy i baren. Over scenen svævede en sky af helikopterkatte. Lee Hazlewood, Scott Walker, Laurie Anderson og Ronettes sang kor. David Lynch dirigerede. Hans bidrag bestod i forundrede smil og flagrende håndbevægelser i retning af John Cage, der ved et komfur strøg en fjer mod en kogende kedel. Lars von Trier lavede lyd. Sublimt dårligt. Med vilje. Inger Christensen skammede sig bare. På alles vegne. Musikken var en kakofoni af knækket selvværd i HD. Uimodsigelig som en naturkraft, asiatisk i sin vælde, grum som et K-hole. Jeg vågnede med en underlig tilfredsstillelse i kroppen.
2) Hvorfor er dette værk særligt?
Det er vigtigt at drømme. Og sove, hvis man kan. Det er godt for hørelsen.
3) Hvad arbejder du selv med lige nu?
“1 + 1 = 3 [30 sekunder]” er en serie af improviserede 30 sekunders duetter med skiftende samarbejdspartnere. Det har stået på siden 2009 og viser ingen tegn på at gå væk. Kan opleves på film eller live. Er samtidig ved at tyde konturerne af to nye udgivelser. Den ene bliver en kortere ting, den anden længere, og på vinyl. Jeg glæder mig meget til at møde dem begge. Man kan se med på min hjemmeside www.krishve.com.
LYT TIL KBH er et samarbejde jeg har med arkitekten Jakob Oredsson. LYT TIL KBH bor på hjemmesiden www.lyttilkbh.dk og kan antydes med disse korte instrukser:
- Gå ud i byen
- Placer dine hænder bag ørerne
- Lyt til byens lyde
På hjemmesiden finder man en mere uddybende beskrivelse af intentionerne bag, samt binaurale optagelser fra forskellige steder i København. Vi arbejder i øjeblikket på næste trin. LYT TIL KBH er kun lige begyndt at vise sig, og vi planlægger en lang rejse.
Læs mere om Seismografs omtale af projektet.
Jeg er også involveret i et par nye projekter med Hotel Pro Forma, som jeg efterhånden har samarbejdet med i tre år. Derudover arbejder jeg på lydsiden til en udstilling på Nordatlantens Brygge til efteråret. Det lover godt for drømmene, men varsler ilde for søvnen.
»For us, music is a passion, a livelihood, and a focal point for us and our best friends in the band.«
Barselona consists of Rud Aslak and Rasmus Theodor. The band was formed in 2016 after a year at Ollerup Musikefterskole and has since released five albums and two EPs, most recently the album *Tag Min Hånd, Så Slipper Vi*, which is set for release in September 2026.
»To me, music is humanity, community, a smile, a conversation, a moment, an eternity«
Abel Alazo Rangel is the founder, curator, and producer of the Nova Concerts Series in Copenhagen. Nova began as a festival in 2003 and was relaunched as a concert series in 2023. Through Nova, he presents musicians and creates musical encounters that bridge the Cuban, Latin American, Danish, and international music scenes.
There is something almost dogmatic about Mike Sheridan’s latest album, Touch. Everything leads back to the Cristal Baschet – a peculiar instrument from the 1950s in which sound is produced by running wet fingers over glass rods, setting metal resonators into vibration. No strings, no keys, just glass, water, skin and friction, slowly making the metal sing.
The Cristal Baschet is not merely an instrument on Touch. It is the album cover, the subject of the press photos, and almost the very argument for the album’s existence.
It recalls the material fetishism found in the American duo Matmos, whose music is often built around a single material or sound source: metal on Metallic Life Review (2025), plastic on Plastic Anniversary (2019), a washing machine on Ultimate Care II (2016). What is interesting about such constraints is that they ought to force the music somewhere it otherwise might not be able to go.
While listening to Touch, a question therefore begins to press itself forward: Which of these sounds could not have existed without a Cristal Baschet?
There are glassy tones that hang in the air and slowly change texture. Thin, cutting vibrations. Metallic surfaces that flutter, ripple, open and close. A constant sense of droning resonance; of something vibrating just on the other side of the audible.
Sheridan’s layering is meticulous. There is a precision to the mix, an almost surgical sense of the distance between the different textures. The best moments occur when the surface is disturbed: something that scratches at or short-circuits the otherwise tightly controlled resonance. On »BOW / GROUND«, for instance, deep bass pulses suddenly enter, creating a different physical quality – crackling, heavy, like something hitting the floor.
But Touch is first and foremost a well-produced ambient album. It moves through different degrees of the same state, changing nuance without ever truly changing its skin. That is not necessarily a weakness. There is something consistent, almost meditative, in Sheridan’s insistence. But the longer one remains in the same sonic state, the more one begins to miss what ought to be the Cristal Baschet’s particular possibility.
This is where the disappointment lies: in the gap between the instrument’s strangeness and the music’s conventional appearance. The sounds have been assimilated into a familiar ambient vocabulary, where the extraordinary instrument ends up producing something surprisingly familiar. You can hear that something unusual is happening at the source of the sound. But you cannot necessarily hear why it had to be this particular instrument. Had one not been told that a rare, almost otherworldly acoustic sculpture was standing in the room, one would hardly have guessed it.
»Music is my life. It has accompanied me all the way and given me experiences, friendships and opportunities that I could never have imagined.«
Pablo Fernández is a Spanish musician and the new Head of Classical Music at the Royal Academy of Music, Aarhus/Aalborg. For many years, he was principal tuba player with the Barcelona Symphony Orchestra and has taught at higher music education institutions in Spain and Denmark. He is also active as a conductor, soloist, guest lecturer and jury member at international competitions. Fernández has extensive experience in the management and development of music projects, festivals and international collaborations. He has lived in Aarhus since 2014 and has been affiliated with the Royal Academy of Music since 2021.
»Music is, to us, a kind of closed club of nepotism, networking and Copenhagen cowboy energy. But in reality, it’s got nothing to do with expensive guitars or technical skill. For us, music is something you can feel in your chest, or something that gives you goosebumps. The best concerts are when someone screams so earnestly that the rest of us don’t have to. The best music expresses emotions in a way that would get you picked up by an ambulance if you did it out on the street. For us, music should fuck with the people who have it too comfortable, and give those who have it fucked a feeling that they’re not alone. Boom. And what the fuck is a chord and a key anyway? Kisses from Nightmaries.«
Nightmaries blend saws, guitars and voices into a dark-country, no-wave, cowboy-doom nightmare. They create the kind of soundtrack that feels like a fever dream you somehow don’t want to wake up from. As the world gets stranger and darker, Nightmaries lean into the madness, serving up slow-burning songs that creep under your skin like a poison that takes its sweet time. Put on your favourite steel-toe boots, dip your smoky eyes in an ashtray, and prepare yourself for sloppy doom with punk energy.
