• © Rene Passet
    20/10/2023

    Heavenly tape loops from the superstar of ambient music

    Alice: William Basinski

    The only thing  that might be missing was a yippie ki-yay from William Basinski when he took on the Copenhagen Distillery as part of The Last Symphony tour. »Buckle up bitches«, it sounded so raw that for a moment you thought it was Bruce Willis on stage. Basinski's riveting superstar charisma is the perfect contrast to his crumbling and self-indulgent ambient music.

    The concert was refreshingly far from the extended space of contemplation I associate with Basinski's recorded works. His famous series The Disintegration Loops (2002-2003), in which the mortal world of tape loops crumbles in slow motion, was emblematic of the concerns many had around the turn of the millennium: Was the infinity of the brave new digital world actually the beginning of the end? Like no one else, Basinski manages to let the question of technological determinism sound open in his music: The patinated tape recordings contain no answer, but instead a curious state, where repetition and impermanence stop pulling at the sense of time from either side and instead come full circle.

    It was fascinating to experience the way Basinski processed his loops. Every time he put a new sound into rotation, it seemed as if it was his first encounter with it. Quickly, a sucking field of reverberation and feedback arose, forming a sphere from the orbits of the tape loops. The analog sound sometimes gnawed at the music with its small clips and grinding compression.

    The distance between the ambient terrains was short and the concert, which was followed by two encores, was more collage-like than the wasteland Basinski usually paints. The landscape was particularly captivating as a six-note motif consumed itself in reverberation and gave way to what sounded like Arabic ornamented chant. Basinski found transcendence in the high frequencies, and when at one point he extended a bright vocal sound beyond the murky tape environment, the boundary between heaven and earth disappeared. It was incomprehensibly beautiful to hear how the vocals hovered  like a radiant deity over the profane tape-recorded world. 

     

    English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek


     

     

  • © PR
    30/3/2025

    Mathias Reumert Group forstår kunsten at lege med lyd

    Mathias Reumert Group feat. Anna Caroline Olesen & Hsiao-Tung Yuan

    Mathias Reumert Group er et legesygt og tæt sammenspillet slagtøjsensemble. Det stod allerede klart, da man trådte ind i KoncertKirken – langsiden af salen var massivt fyldt med et imponerende arsenal af slagtøjsinstrumenter, klar til at vække rummet til live. Først på programmet var en skøn fremførelse af György Ligetis »Síppal, Dobbal, Nádihegedüvel« med sopran Anna Caroline Olesen. Et værk båret af humor og evigt omskiftelige men velplacerede lyde: mundharpe, dommerfløjter, marimba, tubular bells og meget andet. Vi var endda så heldige at høre den sidste sats to gange.

    Det tidlige ekstranummer løsnede op i det ellers lidt fortærskede koncertformat; først et værk, så det næste og så fremdeles. I ny-musik ensembler ser man oftere og oftere kuratoriske og konceptuelle rammer for koncerterne. Måske en udvikling, dette nysgerrige ensemble kunne få glæde af? Til sidst var Chiung-Ying Changs »Solar Myth« – et musikteater fæstnet i taiwanesisk kultur, hvor rekvisit og instrument gik ud i et. Tre maskerede væsener spillede sagte på en stortromme, som indledte de et ritual. Men ritualet blev brat forstyrret, da en fjerde percussionist trådte frem og udøvede modstand med marimbaens toner. De tre væsener svarede igen med skarpe, gennemtrængende smæld fra deres knaldrøde vifter – men marimbaen gav ikke efter. Det udviklede sig til et sprængfarligt lydbillede af metallisk slagtøj, der lød lyst, klirrende og dansende. Dramaturgien syntes formet af en dyb forståelse for musikkens væsen. Henrivende. Man forlod KoncertKirken lidt højere, gladere og mere legesyg.

     

     

     

  • © Lis Kasper Bang
    27/3/2025

    The Cello Within the Comfort Zone

    Josefine Opsahl: »Cytropia«

    There are twelve tracks on Josefine Opsahl’s album Cytropia, each with the duration of a rock song. Remarkably, there is a straight line from the first to the last – both in timbre, rhythm, melody, atmosphere, and playing. The ears are embraced by a gentle melancholy created by small cello figures in long sequences, with a slow-moving cello melody on top. Some parts in minor, others more open.

    She is receiving quite a lot of praise these days for her many projects – an opera and a ballet – alongside her work as a cellist-composer, and it must almost be due to the highly accessible, cohesive, and dreamy sound she consistently delivers. I must admit that I have become somewhat skeptical along the way. Both as a musician and as a composer, I wish she would challenge herself with new approaches and new visions for the stories her music should tell. On Cytropia, we approach a constant state of uniform sound, evoking thoughts of the deliberate inertia of New Age composers.

    There are quite beautiful moments along the way. The track »Cyborg« is crystal-clear in its surface. A piece like »Leaverecalls«, in its mechanics, the American minimalism of Philip Glass. But once again, one misses displacements and rhythmic additions that could challenge the static soundscape. The last hundred years of experimentation have expanded the battlefield of cello playing. Opsahl draws on some of these experiences to create her own small mechanical accompaniments for herself. Yet, the setup with a sequencer and a cello seems limiting in allowing Opsahl to explore timbres and ideas where the gravity of melancholy can truly be felt.

     

     

  • © Lis Kasper Bang
    27/3/2025

    Celloen inden for komfortzonen

    Josefine Opsahl: »Cytropia«

    Der er tolv skæringer på Josefine Opsahls album Cytropia, hver af en rocksangs varighed. Bemærkelsesværdigt nok er der en lige linje fra den første til den sidste – både klangligt, rytmisk, melodisk, i stemningen og i spillet. Ørene omfavnes af en let melankoli skabt af små cellofigurer i lange sekvenser med en langsommelig cellomelodi ovenpå. En del i mol, andet mere åbent. 

    Hun får ret meget ros for tiden for sine mange projekter – en opera og en ballet – ved siden af produktionen som cellokomponist, og det må næsten være på grund af den meget tilgængelige, helstøbte, drømmende sound, hun er garant for. Jeg må indrømme, at jeg er blevet lidt skeptisk hen ad vejen. Både for hende som musiker og som komponist vil jeg ønske, at hun udfordrede sig selv med nye tilgange og nye visioner for, hvilke historier hendes musik skal fortælle. På Cytropia nærmer vi os en konstant tilstand af ensartet lyd, der får tankerne hen på new age-komponisternes bevidste inerti. 

    Der er ret smukke tilstande undervejs. Nummeret »Cyborg« er glasklart i sin overflade. Et nummer som »Leave« minder i sin mekanik om amerikansk minimalisme, som Philip Glass kan skrive den. Men igen savner man forskydninger og rytmiske tilføjelser, der kan udfordre det statiske lydbillede. De sidste 100 års eksperimenter har udvidet kampzonen for cellospillet. Opsahl bruger nogle af de erfaringer til at skabe sine egne små mekaniske akkompagnementer til sig selv. Alligevel virker setup’et med en sequencer og en cello begrænsende for, at Opsahl kan nærme sig klange og ideer, hvor melankoliens alvor kan mærkes.

     

     

     

  • © PR
    26/3/2025

    Echoes from a Forgotten Time

    Raed Yassin: »Phantom Orchestra«

    The abstract, collage-like »Movements« on Lebanese artist Raed Yassin's Phantom Orchestra are yet another piece of contemporary art born out of the COVID-19 crisis. Like a distant echo from a time most have already repressed, the experimental artist has assembled a series of recordings performed by a motley group of Berlin musicians – all united by a single premise: improvisation.

    Over nearly an hour, Yassin weaves these recordings into seven progressive suites, ranging from approximately nine to twenty minutes. And while the sonic chaos at times reaches such heights that one struggles to find a common auditory anchor, the result is a creatively stimulating listening experience, as hand-played percussion, Baltic folk singing, and the Japanese koto (harp) seamlessly merge – despite the musicians never having been in the same room together.

    At its core lies an immensely inspiring concept, one that draws equally from sampling aesthetics and contemporary art. This is particularly evident considering that the pieces were reportedly created using no fewer than twelve turntables, introducing an element of chance. One can only assume that this required a remarkable degree of planning – which makes it all the more astonishing when, for instance, the interplay between modular synths and drums on »Movement III« unfolds, or when the almost horror-like contrast between happy jazz trumpet, frantic vocals, and demonically prepared piano emerges on »Movement IV«.

    At times, the idea behind the work is more fascinating than the sound itself, but all in all, Phantom Orchestra is a dazzling, slightly mad experiment, driven by a will to create harmony in chaos. A final echo of the pandemic – of standing together while apart.

    English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek