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

Lyden på Eager Buyers er lige så intens som knitrende cellofan – og lige så afslørende. Det er, som om alle musikalske etiketter er pillet af, og tilbage står en rå, ufiltreret lydverden, hvor genrer opløses, og alt bliver muligt. Den Berlin-baserede spanske producer JASSS smeder sit udtryk i en punket legering af elektronisk musik, industrial, EDM og rockede guitarriffs.

Hendes tredje album er et opgør med konformitet og forventninger. At sætte ét mærkat på JASSS er næsten umuligt. Så skulle det måske være cool. I de komplekse rytmiske sammensætninger, hvor spor af bitcrush balanceres af melankolske harmonier og subtile hentydninger til medieval-core i nummeret »Sand Wrists«, bevæger vi os i et univers, der på én gang er nostalgisk og eventyrligt – og samtidig ulmende af Berlins natteliv.

Eager Buyers er dragende – også for lyttere, der ikke plejer at bevæge sig i den elektroniske sfære. Albummet har en tydelig fortælling, båret af en mørk, næsten teatralsk energi. JASSS vender sig mod en verden, hun oplever som »fejl-ernærende« – som hun formulerer det gennem sangtitler som »Hollow‹ og »The Mob Expects Malnutrition«. Men melodramaet får et skær af ironi: der er noget afvæbnende sarkastisk i det hele, som om Eager Buyers i virkeligheden handler om  det desillusionerede moderne menneske. 

JASSS rasler med cellofanen fra de musikalske indpakninger, vi plejer at kalde genrer, og minder os om, at musik også er et produkt, der skal sælges og købes. Eager Buyers er et album, der nægter at lade sig pakke ind – og netop derfor er det værd at købe.

Blot én skuespiller er på scenen i Kejseren af Portugalien – omgivet af otte sangere. I Elisa Kragerups stramt koreograferede iscenesættelse bliver Louise Alenius’ a cappella-komposition en fysisk oplevelse, hvor åndedræt og bevægelse smelter sammen. Den akustiske lydside interagerer besynderligt tyst med de øredøvende, maskinelle lyde, der opstår undervejs, når fx lyskegler på scenen bliver hævet og sænket. Det er, som hvis tilværelsens ubarmhjertighed her i glimt får et lydligt udtryk, der indfanger Selma Lagerlöfs intentioner.

Den sparsomme – eller måske snarere nøjsomme – lydside spejler sammen med de tarvelige bondedragter det hårde, monotone liv i en svensk bygd fra før, verden blev moderne. Og handlingen? En fattig bonde forguder sin datter, men da hun som ung voksen drager afsted til Stockholm uden at vende tilbage, bevirker hans årelange afsavn, at han på donquijotesk manér tror sig kejser over det imaginære land Portugalien, som datteren naturligvis tænkes indsat i som regent. Bondens længsel tangerer vanvid, mens datterens svigt eller tankeløshed ender med at ramme hende selv: På godotsk vis venter og venter han på hende, ligesom hun efter hans druknedød gør det på ham, da hans lig ikke er til at finde.

Stykket præges af en næsten konstant ubrudt drone i koret (frembragt ved hjælp af korisk vejrtrækning), altså en enkelt vedholdende tone, der som kunstnerisk greb illustrerer, hvordan musik i en teaterforestilling kan fremstå så minimal, at klangen i sig selv bliver meddelelsen, og fraværet af et musikalsk narrativ bliver hensigten. »Én tone spillet smukt, det er nok,« sagde Arvo Pärt engang. Bortset fra, at denne tone her bliver sunget, ville han i dette stykke have set sit udsagn bekræftet på radikal vis: Et maksimalt udtryk opnået med minimale midler, som vokalensemblet ÆTLA lykkes med at indfri.

It sounds as if someone has placed a microphone directly inside the nervous system’s electrical impulses. The Nordic electroacoustic vocal ensemble IKI explores the boundaries between body and technology on their fifth, self-produced album BODY, where the five singers’ bodies merge into one large, organic rhythm box.

The tracks change form as the body breathes, dances, awakens, runs, wanders – in the imperative mood. The harmonically unison ripple of »Float« is countered by flickering modem-like sounds in »Regenerate«. Everything is framed by the recurring theme »Circuit«, which ultimately gathers the fragments into a single linguistic statement: »Are you gone when your body is not breathing?«

BODY demands concentration. IKI claims that all sounds on the album are created with the voice – a counterpoint to the electrically manipulated, a kind of reversed version of synthesizer sounds that imitate the human voice. It’s an incomprehensible mystery one keeps listening for: how can the voice produce the accordion-like sound on »Breath«, panned all the way to the left and slowly taking over the entire soundscape? Of course, it can’t do so on its own. The recording itself is an electronic mediation. The technological tools act as a microscope for vocal expression. It’s powerful because it asks about the transitions between human and machine, between life and afterlife. Yet the premise holds a paradox that never fully resolves.

English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek