discarded things, found things, junk, dirt, the ground, rocks, dust, wind, walking aimlessly, scratchy things, decay, most if not all the things I see and hear........Jeph Jerman, Eric La Casa, Loren Chasse, Jim Haynes, Brandon Labelle, Ernie Althoff, Matt Shoemaker, Toy Bizarre, Seth Nehil, Toshiya Tsunoda, Yannick Dauby, Justin Bennett, Artificial Memory Trace, M.Behrens, Bernhard Gunter, Steve Roden, Chris Watson, Lethe, Organum, Giancarlo Toniutti, Nico, Kurt Schwitters, The Boyle Family, Joseph Cornell, Joseph Beuys, Anselm Kiefer, Robert Rauschenberg, Jean Tingley, Arte Povera, Lautreamont, William S. Burroughs, Iain Sinclair, J.G.Ballard, Flann O’Brien, Thomas Pynchon, Samuel Beckett, Louis-Ferdinand Celine, Alfred Jarry, David Lynch, Jean-Luc Godard, Werner Herzhog, Sergei Paradjanov, Andrey Tarkovski.
Sounds Like
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::TARAB - Take All Of the Ships From the Harbour, and Sail Them Straight Into Hell
CD 23five Incorporated 014
http://www.23five.org
The title to this album from Tarab is striking enough in its allusions of damnation, with a watery grave a potential outcome from human activity impacting the earth. So, it may be stating the obvious that the corroded locations where mankind has scarred the surface of the earth feature prominently in the work of this Melbourne based sound artist. The residual elements of these sites become the agents for metaphor and allegory in Tarab's work, documented through field recording and sympathetic actions with found objects from those sites. One such location that features prominently
in Take All of the Ships... is Angel Island in the San Francisco Bay. Once the home of an immigration station at the turn of the 20th Century and later a Nike Missile site for the US military, Angel Island now rests in the hands of the US National Park Service, which has left some of the buildings to succumb to the forces of decay. From the sounds culled from this site and others closer to his antepodean home, Tarab diligently overlays and stiches together a highly tactile composition with very little digital treatments to speak of.
Take All Of the Ships... opens with an ominous rumble whose frequencies appear to emerge from the center of the Earth and liquefying the surface upon impact. As these tones ebb and flow, Tarab unveils as revolving series of exaggerated details from a hyperbolic gash of two heavy pieces of metal grinding against themselves to a toxic chorale of nighttime insects to sand, wind, and surf detourned into sedimentary white noise.
Tarab's compositional sensibility shifts throughout the album, at first sparsely situating these sounds into shadowy vignettes. Gradually, Tarab coalesces this sublime opus into an arcing crescendo which exhibits sustained harmonics rarely heard in the best of the contemporary dronemusik technicians much less from the realm of sound ecology.(Label press release):::::::::::::::::::
wind keeps even dust away also avaliable from http://www.23five.org
surfacedrift avaliable from www.naturestrip.com/
“Take” said the claims, where news stumbled out of the Caspian sea, in an afternoon. Bells tolled as angels thawed ice, unseen. All the ships contain the inferno, he said. Training?...apparently not, hoses on the flames from the top of the city, manic-stalk, but not that all stalkers are those of any precedence. I know not a single person, uninformed by skyscrapers and hydraulic lift platforms. Harbour them, when a train catches fire underground, it was calling Mondays, smoke pouring into the carriages. Uneven onshore waves especially succumbing in the aftermath, the whole thing has to be in the lower harbour. Very slowly she would walk the onshore, and messy to the earth caused by the buckling of the wind, the smoke and ash from carbon. Now crawl, both of you, and sail forth. Nothing of the sort can be done for them, and Bartholomew is one of those whose lungs belong to nothing and no one. An old man shuffles on towards an otherwise empty street, metres straight into the north. The sensations of drowning, when will they ever return? Houses, children floated down tiny mine shafts, into murky lakes. “the sad thing is that I have died without ever saying”. you've seen barely anyone lives here any more. He described the variable intention and then on to a train. Such an isolated street in a empty tub. If at this moment you accosted him and spoke to him about fire he would doubtless stop and look at you with disdain...They said “I've become a district, placed along side the inevitable 32 months of hell”.
Just released under Creative Commons by Just Not Normal: Minds and Machines, the latest release by Fosel. Minds and Machines is available on the JNN Archive.org page.
(I'm going to try to express myself in a good english...)
Having seen all your photos, i find that they complete perfectly your music.
The abandoned architectures, the vestiges of humanity in a depopulated landscape, the eternal Nature which takes back its rights... have a meaning load similar to the one that produces your music.
All this reminds me Anselm Kiefer and Andrei Tarkovsky (some of your influences, i see) ;
It's at once apocalyptic and idyllic. I like very much.
Video documentation of a performance piece by my friend Nate Kassel who rode around on his bike slapping high-fives to people who were trying to hail taxi cabs in NYC. Enjoy!
ArtistSon Clair Title From the Bridge Duration 15'00 Date of Release 18th August 2009 Format zip · 35.4 MB
From the Bridge is an audio-montage of sounds recorded from the same location over an 18 hour period. The audio material was recorded on 4 separate mono channels and mixed in surround sound for optimum spatial representation.
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