Engang så man Beverly Hills 90210, fordi den fyldte flow-TV-sendefladen. Også kunstner Niels Lyhne Løkkegaard har hele sin ungdom slentret gennem de virtuelle californiske landskaber. I projektet Fata Morgana udforsker Løkkegaard og den amerikanske komponist Michael Pisaro-Liu denne oplevelse mellem sted og fiktion. Med altblokfløjten som våben inviterer de os hjem og ud. Og som en nostalgisk hyldest til hedengangne medievirkeligheder har projektet en A- og en B-side. Det starter med »Visit«: En knitren i skovbunden nær Løkkegaards barndomshjem i Vestjylland i 2021. Mikrofonen placeres et sted, der tages et par skridt og så. Stilhed … Langt væk begynder altblokfløjten en melodi omgivet af fuglekvidder. Dette hjemlige soundscape væves ind i lytterens sted. Kørte der lige en bil forbi her? Eller dér?

På B-siden, »Visitation«, genplacerer Pisaro-Liu i 2024 fløjtestykket i Californien. Spændingen stiger, melodien besøges og hjemsøges fra den anden side af jorden. Den forstyrres og forvrænges af elektriske signaler, hyletoner, intervenerende støj og brudstykker af amerikanske stemmer, som mumler noget om »fever dream« og »not anything in particular«. 

For der er ikke rigtigt noget. Det er klassisk Løkkegaard: En forestillet verden i lytterens sind. Det kunne være gjort kortere end 2x22 minutter, men ideen er stærk, enkel og veludført. Som lydversionen af et tegnefilmsfatamorgana, der står og flimrer uægte i skarpt californisk sollys. 

Denmark is lacking opera houses, a recent call in Politiken declared. And indeed: with only a single major, rather conservative opera house, we don’t quite make our mark on the grand stage. On the other hand, we can boast a flourishing opera life on the stages outside the established institutions. And with the Copenhagen music collective OperaHole, a new player has now entered the field.

Last week, the two singers and artistic directors Litha Ashforth and Daniel Rosenberg, both raised in the United States, presented OperaHole’s first production: a kind of surprise egg consisting of Rosenberg’s own character study recursion for two actors, the mad scene from Donizetti’s Lucia di Lammermoor, and Peter Maxwell Davies’ 8 Songs for a Mad King – all three performed in one continuous flow in a white commercial film studio.

What was interesting, of course, was the juxtaposition of a short play, a classical scene, and one of the most abrasive monodramas of the last 60 years. The thematic common denominator was madness: Rosenberg, a so-called spieltenor with a wide range and comic talent, first skewered devilish variations of latte-drinking Copenhageners in his play, before coloratura soprano Ashforth slipped in wearing a white chemise soaked in blood and sang Donizetti with nimble desperation and a soft sweetness, accompanied by flute and piano.

Finally came the monodrama with Rosenberg as the mad king, staged as a social-media workshop in which the performance was commented on in a livestream (LeaHan1997: »Not this again«!) and screenshots were pasted together into memes in real time. It was spirited – musically as well – but insular, and the work itself disappeared in the process.

Once the collective’s youthful enthusiasm for new media has settled, OperaHole nevertheless looks like a strong contender to carry on our tradition of playful underground opera.

English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek

Danmark mangler operahuse, lød et opråb for nylig i Politiken. Og ganske rigtigt: Det er ikke på den store scene, at vi – med kun et enkelt større, ret konservativt operahus – sætter vores præg. Til gengæld kan vi prale af et frodigt operaliv på de scener, der findes uden for de etablerede institutioner. Og med det københavnske musikkollektiv OperaHole har en ny spiller nu meldt sig på banen.

I sidste uge præsenterede de to sangere og kunstneriske ledere Litha Ashforth og Daniel Rosenberg, begge opvokset i USA, så OperaHoles første opsætning: et kinderæg af Rosenbergs eget karakterstudie recursion for to skuespillere, vanvidsscenen fra Donizettis Lucia di Lammermoor og Peter Maxwell Davies’ 8 Songs for a Mad King, alle tre opført ud i ét i et hvidt reklamefilmstudie.

Det interessante var selvfølgelig sammenstillingen af et kort skuespil, en klassisk scene og et af de sidste 60 års mest skurrende monodramaer. Tematisk var fællesnævneren galskab: Rosenberg, en såkaldt spieltenor med stort register og komisk talent, spiddede først djævelske variationer over latte-drikkende københavnere i sit skuespil, inden koloratursopranen Ashforth listede ind i en hvid underkjole gennemvædet af blod og sang Donizetti med adræt desperation og blød sødme akkompagneret af fløjte og klaver.

Til sidst fulgte så monodramaet med Rosenberg som den gale konge, iscenesat som et SoMe-værksted, hvor opførelsen blev kommenteret i et livestream (LeaHan1997: »Not this again«!), og screendumps klistredes sammen til memes i realtid. Det var veloplagt – også musikalsk – men indforstået, og værket forsvandt i processen.

Når kollektivets unge begejstring for new media engang har lagt sig, ligner OperaHole til gengæld et godt bud på at videreføre vores tradition for sprælsk omgang med undergrundsopera.

Veroníque Vaka’s ongoing project to pin some of earth’s most momentous geological processes down in notated music is proving beguiling. The latest fruit was premiered on Saturday at Nordatlantens Brygge. Eyland (»Island«) was inspired by the formation of the island of Surtsey, which appeared 33km of Iceland’s coast on 14 November 1963 following a volcanic eruption. 

Much of the Canadian-Icelandic composer’s work charts decline; its musical movement tracing harvested data around ecological destruction and decay. Eyland is about creation, and Vaka seemed to revel in the wonder and grandeur of it. The 15-strong Athelas Sinfonietta sounded with the sweep of a symphony orchestra under Bjarni Frímann and Jónas Ásgeir Ásgeirsson’s solo accordion like the emergent island itself, edging up from the spray with magnificent, slow force.

Some of the other five pieces in this concert focusing on music of the North Atlantic could feel like a ritualistic preparation for Vaka’s – a testament to the composers’ focus more than their lack of weight. Around the clear long lines of Eli Tausen a Láva’s Álvan are distinctive North Atlantic sparkle and harmonic depth; Daníel Bjarnason’s Skelja is a miniature sonic romance between harp and percussion and Friðrik Margrétar-Guðmundsson's Fikta a smudged chorale, played with shamanistic intensity by Ásgeirsson. Anna Thorvaldsdottir’s Entropic Arrows focused the mind with its threading of long string tendrils from out of frantic wind and percussion action.   

The other premiere was Aya Yoshida’s Song of the Voice – a non-vocal echo of the Faroese song tradition for cello and ensemble in which, at one point, you hear a chain-dance ratcheting round. The work is not without some imagination and effectiveness, but it was made to sound incoherent and unfocused by what surrounded it here. 

The sound of Eager Buyers is as intense as crackling cellophane – and just as revealing. It’s as if all musical labels have been stripped away, leaving behind a raw, unfiltered sonic world where genres dissolve and everything becomes possible. The Berlin-based Spanish producer JASSS forges her sound in a punkish alloy of electronic music, industrial, EDM, and rock-inspired guitar riffs.

Her third album is a rebellion against conformity and expectation. To label JASSS is nearly impossible – unless the label is cool. In the complex rhythmic compositions, where traces of bitcrush are balanced by melancholic harmonies and subtle hints of medieval-core on the track »Sand Wrists«, we enter a universe that is at once nostalgic and adventurous – and at the same time simmering with the energy of Berlin’s nightlife.

Eager Buyers is magnetic – even for listeners who don’t normally inhabit the electronic realm. The album carries a clear narrative, driven by a dark, almost theatrical energy. JASSS turns toward a world she perceives as »malnourishing« – as she phrases it through song titles like »Hollow« and »The Mob Expects Malnutrition«. Yet the melodrama has a tinge of irony: there’s something disarmingly sarcastic about it all, as if Eager Buyers is ultimately about the disillusioned modern human.

JASSS rattles the cellophane of the musical packaging we usually call genres, reminding us that music, too, is a product to be sold and bought. Eager Buyers is an album that refuses to be wrapped up – and precisely for that reason, it’s worth buying.

English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek