dromos013 Sebastian Lexer & Grundik Kasyansky - The Fog

Recorded a couple of years ago at the INTERLACE concert series at Goldsmiths College in London, The Fog is a great showcae of Lexer's and Kasyansky's duo performances.
Albeit a short piece, it doesn't lack in intensity nor inventiveness, in fact, it's a very rich and dynamic performance.
Grundik's tape manipulations and electronics reveal a detailed attention to the placing and harmony of sounds,while also creating a tapestry of textures throughout, often foccused on the extremities of the frequency spectrum.
Add to this, Lexer's self-developed software and electroacoustic system, piano+, responsible for  manipulating the piano's resonant properties as well as accentuating it's percutive elements, allied with massive low end tones and metallic scraping sounds.
Through the interwining of their languages, the pair of musicians, develop a structure that seems to be made up of moments, be them long or shot ,extremely loud or very silent, that apparently build up to a climax that never occurs.
Thus creating a dense labyrinth of sound, so that one feels to be amidst of a thick and icy fog.

The artwork was done by portuguese artist Ana Martins, made up of 150 different compositions of dyed virgin wool secluded inside boxes of sculpted glass each with a different drawing made on it.

CD Info:
Cd comes in a limited edition of 150 copies 
All music by Sebastian Lexer & Grundik Kasyansky 
All artwork by Ana Martins

Wesbite Sebastian Lexer: 

http://sebastianlexer.eu/

Website Grundik Kasyansky: 

http://grundik.tumblr.com/

Website Ana Martins: 

http://www.anamartins.net/

Price by location (with Shipping & Packaging costs)

Portugal €12.00 EUR Europe €14.00 EUR Rest of the World €15.00 EUR

All orders are shipped via Regular Portuguese Mail. If you wish to have your items delievered to you through a different way, please send us an enquiry to  dromosrecords[@]gmail[.]com before ordering or visit http://www.dromosrecords.com for more info & other releases

dromos012 Toshimaru Nakamura & Manuel Mota - Foz

A couple of Autumns ago, on the back of a series of concerts and hosting a workshop togheter in Oporto, the duo of Toshimaru Nakamura and Manuel Mota recorded an informal session. From that natural affinity resulted Foz. It may be considered an historic document under the premise that it's Nakamura's first fully improvised recording, solely on electric guitar, in a decade.
Throughout two long pieces the duo on call carves a well balanced harmony between more reflexive and purely physical moments. From what could otherwise turn out to be an aesthetic clash, the musicians adaptability skill reverses the situation transforming it into an entangling affair and a series of communicative events between two unique and equally dominant idioms.
Altough sound is frequent, it's an introspective stripped down recording, with focus pointing towards melodical and textural aspects for the most part . Sheer poetics and discipline intertwined in a way that shall surprise even those already familiarized.

The artwork made by fellow musician and plastic artist Margarida Garcia consists of a series of original drawings and a font turned into stamps, then pressed onto 200 post-consumer digipaks each with different degrees of degredation created by the artist's transfer process.

CD Info:
Cd comes in a limited edition of 200 copies. 
all music by Toshimaru Nakamura & Manuel Mota 
all artwork by Margarida Garcia

Wesbite Toshimaru Nakamura: 

http://www.japanimprov.com/tnakamura/

Website Manuel Mota: 

http://headlightsrecordings.blogspot.pt/

Website Margarida Garcia:
http://margaridagarcia.blogspot.pt/

Price by location (with Shipping & Packaging costs)

Portugal €10.00 EUR Europe €11.00 EUR Rest of the World €12.00 EUR

All orders are shipped via Regular Portuguese Mail. If you wish to have your items delievered to you through a different way, please send us an enquiry to  dromosrecords[@]gmail[.]com before ordering or visit http://www.dromosrecords.com for more info & other releases  

RCK reviewed by Dan Warburton in The Wire

"Bon qu'à ça" was Samuel Beckett's typically laconic response to the question "Why do you write?" – and no English translation ("that's all I'm good for") can do justice to its terse, trisyllabic minimalism. There's the same "this is what I do" matter-of-factness to the music of Manuel Mota, a singular figure in the post-Fahey continuum (to misquote Anthony Braxton) of improv guitar heroes, who rarely performs outside a small circle of friends and has released only a handful of recordings, many on his own hard-to-find Headlights imprint, in a career now entering its third decade.

Charting the evolution of Mota's playing, whether on acoustic or electric guitar, is no easy matter. While one can clearly hear, on successive albums, Taku Sugimoto composing himself into near-silence and Loren Connors stripping the blues to the bone and wrapping the skeleton in a shroud of hum and hiss, drop the needle on any of the tracks in this handsome 5-CD box, which contains concert recordings from Lisbon, Ljublana and Paris along with eleven tracks recorded in Mota's own home, and you could easily mistake it for something he released a decade ago. There's a little more space in the music these days, for sure, but Keith Rowe's observations on Mondrian in The Wire #206 come to mind: "[He] just basically did the same thing. Even after the seismic change of going to live in America, his lines just thickened up a bit."

It's well nigh impossible, especially on a guitar, to avoid references to the repertoire you've grown up with, the memory written in the fingers – think of Alan Licht's tasty jam band licks, Derek Bailey's Webernian bebop – but there's there's very little in Mota's playing that reveals the blues rock he was weaned on. It's deceptively cool, studiously avoids excess and seems remarkably relaxed, yet once you start listening you're absolutely spellbound – check out how the ambient murmur and rustle of the punters at Lisbon's Zdb artspace on disc three quickly subsides into rapt attention.

Now that many improvisers arrive at the gig with a bagful of compositional caveats and thou shalt nots, it's refreshing to come across what used to be called "in the moment" playing (you can certainly hear why Bailey admired Mota), where the slightest accident, the tweak of an effects pedal catching the resonance of a harmonic, can send the music off in an entirely different direction. Fellow guitarist and Dromos labelmate Tetuzi Akiyama sums it up well in his affectionate mesostic that consitutes the liner notes: "the hands fooling / encounters new thoughts / after logics abandoned / bringing the distance / toward us away."

Dan Warburton in The Wire #347

Casa Corp reviewed by Richard Pinnell

Given that the same old discussions about the impact of overt politics in experimental music have resurfaced on the internet again today, this is a timely (though coincidental) CD to be writing about this evening. Casa Corp is the title of a trio release on the Dromos label by Edén Carrasco, (alto sax) Christof Kurzmann (laptop and voice) and Leonel Kaplan (trumpet). It contains a single thirty-three minute long (mostly) improvised piece recorded a little more than a year ago in Buenos Aries. On the whole, its a very lovely disc of slithering, burbling electroacoustic improvisation. However at a couple of points on the release Kurzmann, out of nowhere sings verses from the leftist protest song The Red Flag.

Now I’m not going to further labour the point about Kurzmann’s singing voice. I’m not a fan of it, and can’t see that changing any time soon. From the minute I saw the ‘voice’ credit beside his name on this release however I made a conscious effort to try and get past it and try and enjoy the album in spite of whatever Kurzmann’s singing brought to it. For the majority of the time, this is easy to do then, because the vocals are only present for a small portion of what is otherwise a very nicely put together (if slightly muddily recorded) improv session. The impact of the vocals however is enormous. Not only because the vocals sound awkward and completely out of place, but also because of the chosen song. Why was this particular piece of left wing history chosen? A reference to a situation in Argentina? A reminder that avant garde music has political responsibilities? Certainly it has brought the question of how politics are infused into experimental music to the front of my thoughts again, but was there any need? Personally I think the addition of the two bursts of The Red Flag here- one at the start of the piece, once it gets going after two or three minutes of near silence, and again at the end, ruin the album. Honestly its like sitting in the garden early one wintry morning admiring how the frost highlights a beautiful, intricate spider’s web, only for a copy of the Socialist Worker to blow over the fence and rip right through it. Its nice to be reminded of the good fight every so often. But not now. Not here. I was enjoying that album.

If the inclusion of The Red Flag here was indeed a politically motivated gesture, I wonder what it hoped to achieve? Surely this CD will sell a maximum of about two hundred copies? Surely those copies will be bought by (almost entirely) those who already align themselves to some degree at least with the left side of the political spectrum? I cannot believe I am the only one that considers all improvising musicians to have a default starting position of being aligned to the left. What did hearing this song amongst an otherwise really energising, captivating half an hour of free improvisation hope to achieve beyond reaffirming what we already think? There is nothing wrong with the message, but to my ears this was a poor choice of vehicle through which to send it. Maybe the inclusion of the song wasn’t a political move at all. In which case its annoying and confusing rather than annoying and intriguing. So, yes, I tried to make a conscious effort to get past Kurzmann’s singing on this album. Don’t think it worked out…

The rest of the album though, is really enjoyable. The two minute wait for anything to happen is a nice touch. When sounds appear, breathy gushes build over a short period into the gently pulsing, slightly droning, but mostly texturally layered music. It all feels fragile and human, the sounds of exhaling through metal pipes underpinned by Kurzmann’s very nice electronic groans and tones. The trio work well together but also keep the music tilting on an edge, constantly feeling like it will all fall apart, held together by the limitations of the human lungs and the processing power of a computer. It stays interesting, and keeps the listener fixed for its half an hour length (increasingly I am considering thirty minutes to be the optimum length for music of this type) and, if it wasn’t for the vocal bookends would be a very fine album indeed. As it is, I probably won’t play it again in a hurry, which is a shame, to me at least.

On a separate note, one of the most beautiful CD sleeves I’ve seen in a while, a delicate, photo-mechanical print that naturally decays as the sleeve goes about its intended purpose. Very nice.

by Richard Pinnell in The Watchful Ear