Monday, February 27, 2012

HNW-Releases of the Year 2011


The HNW-releases of the year 2011

[1] Wounded Oak // Lungwash
[2] By Myself to Myself Sacrificed // Lungwash
[3] Eremitic cist // Lungwash
[4] Crawl // Lungwash
[5] The Eternal Present // A View from Nihil
[6] Primordial Sea // A View from Nihil
[7] Toute une histoire // Å
[8] Cri // Askell Groc'hen
[9] Deep Meditation // Static Mantra
[10] Release // Vargrwulf


Photos/Copyright by SKG.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Sounds Reviewed #5/2012: A View from Nihil - The Eternal Present

Sounds Reviewed #5/2012
A View from Nihil - The Eternal Present
(Sweet Solitude 2011)
(10/10 Admiration-Points)
(written by S.K.G. in October 2011 - February 2012)

[I]

In the best musical works sounds are like compressed thoughts. In these seldom cases thoughts are like sounds, and sounds are like thoughts. Listening to these works is at the same time an intellectual challenge and a sensual pleasure. A View from Nihil's The Eternal Present is one of the very  few subtle, uncompromising and innovative HNW-compositions this year, that  recombines thoughtfulness, well conceived conceptualism, sonic depth and poetic viscosity to a new astro-acoustic and cosmodelic synthesis or reformulation of HNW.

The unique astro-acoustic alignment of The Eternal Present makes it to one of the very few HNW-compositions, that can be used as a quality-filter against the inflation of unoriginal, insubstantial and mindless repetitions of HNW patterns and ideas invented and developped a felt century ago by Romain Perrot and Sam McKinlay.

Maybe only a thoughtful progression from HNW to a more open-minded Static Minimalism combined with a radically deconstructed, imploded, burned-out and skeletonized Drone-ism, which can be also traced back to the classics of modern experimental, electronic and microtonal music, has a chance to subvert the seemingly so safe, stable and in the end all to complacent identity of HNW.

[II]

The main weakness of the majority of HNW-releases lies in their unreflected and at least undercomplex form and content relation, which leads to boring, unimaginative and unidentifiable sonic results. The genre would be far more interesting, if more artists would start to reflect their sounds and their artistical purposes in tracktitles, artworks and projectnames (like i.e. Lungwash, Ghost, Ruine, Figures of Solitude or A View from Nihil), instead of following the all too regressive and dominant inclination of the HNW-scene towards untitled titles, pointless analogies, senseless violence, childish performances, misconceived nihilism and conceptualism,  or other form of adolescent antics.

It is always very easy to mimic an already existing musical idiom and to follow its formal logic, instead of inventing a stable and at the same time new, variable, courageous and expressive form/content relation.  It is sad to observe, that many of the HNW-artists are already unable to give an interesting musical answer to the question: What is HNW ? and to understand, that only intellectual and conceptual depth and hard work on the complexity or simplicity of soundwaves are truly anarchic and subversive and nothing else.

Always remember that musical minimalism died the day Philip Glass opened his factory. If you want to ruin the subversive potential of HNW in one year, then go ahead and open your own little self-repetitive and unimaginative HNW-factory and be the Philip Glass of HNW. All of your immature HNW-mimicry will lead to a devastating quality levelling effect in the HNW-scene. The unpleasant result will be, that the origin and the purpose of HNW will be more and more obfuscated and absorbed by a happy-go-lucky overflooding of the market with pseudo-HNW products.

[III]

The soundworld of microscopic rhythms, sonic stasis, sound spectra, sound waves and musical ascesis is a far more complex and demanding musical phenomenon, than most of the HNW-artists are able to perceive, to conceive and to conceptualize.

The result: most of the HNW-artists are trying to hide their lack of musical experience and compositorial skills behind a curtain of downright ridiculous undifferentiated and uninspired loud sounds. To be perfectly frank: they absolutely fail to reach an outstanding experimental quality and to re-inscribe themselves in the already existing complex  history of musical minimalism. But fortunately there are several very promising and deeply philosophically conceived HNW-projects around, that speak for a positive prediction about the future of HNW.

Real HNW-projects see HNW as a serious tool for the research of the constructive logic of microsounds. Consequently a good HNW-composition is distinguished by the conscious design of its micro- and nanostructures of sounds and their relation to time and space.

All sounds have a clearly defined internal micro-structure and nano-identity. And HNW-sounds are no exception to this rule ! Even the sound-design of a vacuum-cleaner has a distinct pitch ! It makes no difference at all who or what produces a sound, be it a machine, a dog, the wind or a human voice. All sounds can be consciously re- or decomposed (as i.e. Cage, Varèse or Messiaen have shown in their compositions of the early 40's of the last century).

[IV]

The outstanding HNW-compositions seem to follow more or less consciously Karlheinz Stockhausen's famous formalization of the time/sound-relation in his essay "Wie die Zeit vergeht" (1957) or Iannis Xenakis' famous essays on stochastic music written in the early 50's during the crisis of serial music or post-dodecaphonic music.


Consequently the real conceptional roots of HNW should be dated back to the early 50's or late 40's of the last century. The Official Musical Tradition is far more complex, inventive and radical than the musical underground is willing to see. HNW is not a subgenre of HN and it is not helpful at all to repeat this pseudo-derivation over and over again, because this derivation lacks contrast, intellectual depth and musical competence. The combination of the aformentioned derivation of the real conceptual roots of HNW and the insight in the complexity of the Official Music History is the only way to come to serious quality evaluations in the field of HNW.

Is it not quite obvious, that it became more and more impossible to give rational arguments for or against the quality of a given HNW-work? Is there not an internal relation observable between the inflation of HNW-sounds and the seemingly impossibility to rate them in an objective manner ? But can a new musical phenomenon really survive without any rational criteria and the definition of internal and external quality standards ?

Should HNW not be seen in relation to the quality standards of the infinitely rich tradition of experimental music as a whole instead of seeing it solely in relation to the very short tradition of HN or HNW? Is it not better to use the classical intention-and-result categories as a basis for the critical evaluation of the handling of the musical processes in HNW-compositions instead of becoming absorbed in boring pseudo-descriptions of sonic textures and almost religious fanboy-attitudes for all times ?

[V]

Andrew McQuaid's A View from Nihil is maybe the cruelest antidote against this boring fanboy-devotionalism, because it challenges the standardmodell of HNW with its unorthodox synthesis of sound and conception. With his brilliantly mastered relation between expression and expressed, he manages to express  transhuman intelligence as and in sound. In this he seems to follow Blaise Pascal's famous fragment: "All things proceed from the Nothing, and are borne towards the Infinite. Who will follow these marvellous processes?".

When you listen to "The Eternal Present" it is like an awakening from a deep dogmatic slumber. It's like a cosmic refeshing for our brains almost numb from too much gravity and simple minded planetarism. Our attentive ears are pleased by the invention of a new HNW-paradigm, which I would like to call cosmodelic and astro-acoustic. It is cosmodelic and astro-acoustic, because it helps us to perceive, that the earth is already in space. There is no need for spaceflights and spacemissions anymore. Spacemissions are soundmissions now. And listening is in itself transgressive.

For A View from Nihil's cosmic look on HNW in the beginning was the sound. And the sound was one, undividable and eternal. And the sound was lost in space, because the one is imperceivable without the two. Out of nothing the sound expanded and extracted space and time by moving out of himself in nearly unperceptible and infinitely small steps to make himself perceivable. The sound moved from one to many, from interiority to exteriority, from stasis to kinesis, from identity to difference and from nothing to something and back to nothing

The movements of the sounds on "The Eternal Present" were cleverly dramatized and designed  by McQuaid as a constant passage from the infinite to the finite and back to nothing. Consequently the sounds on "The Eternal Present" are constantly fluctuating between the stasis of finitude and death and the kinesis of infinity and cosmic re-beginnings and re-openings. The universe rocks its little chair forwards and backwards  above the void like a little playing child during the 68 minutes of "The Eternal Present".

The intricate compositorial handling of the micro- and macro-repetitive structures by A View from Nihil is heading towards the sublative transformation of our all too human ideas of a space/time continuum. Through the medium of astro-acoustic sounds Andrew McQuaid prepares our minds to perceive the transitory and nearly unperceivable non-temporal instant of the eternal present.

[VI]

The "Eternal Present" is the traditional nickname for the anhuman and in this indescribable space/time structure "after" the sublation of time and space. This instant is subverting all temporal order, because it takes non-place as the event of the sublation of time. This event  takes its nonplace in the moment of the collapsing of the threefold division of time. It is a moment that is ONE and therefore outside the parameters of partition. It must be a direct and immediate vision of the intellect, that occurs in one moment and not in a temporal sequence, which is so characteristic of our sensory and mental apprehension.

The Eternal Present is not subject to the triadic dissection of the timeline. Therefore we can speak of the eternal present as an atemporal present in which all three modalities of past, present and future coalesce. This moment of timeless time is entirely above time and the chain of concatenation. It is the moment of conjunction  of the unlimited and the limited, the everlasting and the transitory.

From the standpoint of the infinite, all time is comprised in the "little while" , the smallest of demarcations, the infinitesimal point that contains all difference indifferently. The Eternal Present is the interlude of time that cannot be measured in time. The insinuated tenselessness of the intersection of the three temporal modes in this moment renders it meaningless to speak of the now in terms of the passage of time, because the quality of that instant is too instanteaous to be arrested by any instance of time. For the infinite there is no difference between a small and a large number, as before him everything is considered nothing in actuality. 

The absolute non-being of this event of the Eternal Present demands instantaneous action, since it can takes its non-place at any point in time. This instant would not be hemmed by the burden of retention or the buoyancy of protention. It points  to the eternality of the temporal and the temporality of the eternal. Maybe the only hope for this maddening and highly paradoxical existential situation is the breakdown of the temporal order as such. The Eternal Present is this timeless moment, which cannot transpire temporally and therefore must always be capable of occuring (in)temporally.

It invades a space that cannot be measured chronoscopically. Consequently McQuaid works with micro-repetitive patterns of nearly infinitely small sound units, to show that eternity can arrive always in between - any nanosecond. So, you have to be really attentive ! But even if the sounds only last for nanoseconds, they have the power to show that eternity coexists with even the smallest and most fragile fragments of time.

In his famous Pensées the french anti-philosopher Blaise Pascal wrote: "Notre âme est jetée dans le corps où elle trouve nombre, temps, dimension, elle raisonne là-dessus et appelle nature, nécessité, et ne peut croire autre chose". We can assume that redemption from the burden of time (or the nirvana-experience) as well must come forth in the moment, that is at once, too small and too large to be calculated temporally. This moment must be the instant in which the almost unbearable pain of falling in time will find an eternal relief.

[VII]

A View from Nihil's brilliant HNW-composition translates the uncanny archi-texture of the Eternal Present into a giant size moebius strip of primordial sounds, which subvert the classical ideas of time and space, interiority and exteriority, life and death, finitude and infinity, beginning and end.  Time is projected into Space and Space into Time. "Du siehst mein Sohn, zum Raum wird hier die Zeit". The sounds of "The Eternal Present" work like a very clever conceived spacetime-vaporizer or timespace-atomizer.  

The almost frightening fractal self-similarity of the sounds on "The Eternal Present" reveals the abyss of a pitch-black void, which is governed by the paradoxical architecture of an infinite finitude and a finite infinity. This microsonic topology which extends over two brilliantly conceived tracks has something of the cosmic and emanative breath of Terry Riley's In C (1964), Karlheinz Stockhausen's classics of cosmic music like Inori  (1973/74) or Oktophonie (1991) , LaMonte Young's The Second Dream of the High-Tension-Line Stepdown Transformer (1962) and of Hiroshi Hasegawa's post-C.C.C.C.-projects like Astro or Astral Travelling Unity.

With seemingly giant size antennas McQuaid has received, recorded, structured and mixed cosmic ur-sounds. His HNW works like an electron-microscope for primordial sounds. It is the transmitter and compressor for the primordial groove of the universe. From the first seconds of pure sonic stasis  to the following landscapes of ant-like sound-formations and sound-transformations Andrew McQuaid explores the relation of time, sound and listener. In this A View from Nihil's "The Eternal Present" gives a deep insight into the cosmic paradoxes of life and death, because it makes the forces of time audible. In the beginning time invades all things, injecting death and finitude into the cosmic order.

For A View from Nihil time makes all things hollow and abysmal. Time breaks the primordial sonic stasis of pure beginnings apart into infinitesimal small parts and in this destroys the idea of a capsuled and anti-rhythmic time/space continuum. The sonic stasis breaks apart into an infinitely big amount of sonic atoms only carried forward by a nearly imperceptible and brilliantly conceived ur-cosmic groove. Time reveals and transports this primordial cosmic groove and makes music possible. Music is the art of time par excellence. Time is the condition of possibility and impossibility of Music. Music articulates time and finitude and sometimes eternity.

Music is the coloration of time. It is a Chronochromie to use a title of a famous composition by Olivier Messiaen. By inventing a really fantastic sound/titles/concept-syngergy A View from Nihil forces the listener to perceive the cosmic drama of a really frightening finite and humane temporality and a seemingly eternal  expansion of the cosmic order. But A View from Nihil is only seemingly following the aesthetics of an absolute beginning. To the contrary, The Eternal Present shows that it is heading towards an aesthetic of absolute rebeginnings. For A View from Nihil atoms are born never ending, every second, every minute, every hour,  every day, every week,  every year and every eternity.

One can detect life and movement even on the subatomic level, where all particles interact and are being created and destroyed continously. Once these particles are created, they do not remain static, but continously move in rhythmic motion. Sounds are produced by a wave with a certain frequency; thus with every movement, new sounds were created and older ones destroyed. It is like the text-insert to the first track illustrates it: "The nature of anything is its own momentary stasis and destruction" (cit. Santaraksita, 800 CE). On "The Eternal Present" you can learn to perceive sounds as the pulsation of the cosmic heart and to ask yourself: where do beginnings really begin ? And what happens before and after beginnings begin or end ?

For A View from Nihil's cosmodelic worldview an ancient indian text called the Brahma Vaivarta Purana (added as an insert to track two) clearly articulates this problem: "Beyond the farthest vision, crowding outer-space, the universes come and go, an innumerable host. Like delicate boats they float on the fathomless pure waters that form the body of Vishnu. Out of every hair-pore of that body a universe bubbles and breaks. Will you presume to count them ? Will you number the gods in all those worlds - the worlds present and the worlds past ?".

[VIII]

It should be clear now, that on "The Eternal Present" we have the pleasure to listen at the same time to the sounds of a galaxy and to a galaxy of sounds. It is at once a composition about the mystery of artistic and cosmic creation, which is always a creatio ex nihilo. All things are made out of nothingness and made for nothing. Nothingness is the substance of all things created and existing.
The soundworld of A view from Nihil is in itself cosmogonic. Under the optic of a view from nihil all things emanate out of nothingness and all falls back to nothingness. This is the ur-groove of the universe I have spoken about earlier in my review.
In analogy to Sergej Eisenstein's Technique of Intellectual Montage Andrew McQuaid seems to have tried to superimpose the two tracks of "The Eternal Present" in order to evoke a nearly eternally lasting third track in the minds of the attentive listeners. Anyone who has really listened attentively to this composition on headphones, will understand what I mean, because the effect of one listening-session is really immense.
The sounds are so immense, that they will stay for hours and hours in your mind like a static sculpture almost like in LaMonte Young's Dream Houses. The sounds are causing an uncanny, menacing and very material Blackbody Radiation in your mind (to use a term from Astrophysics metaphorically), which should be seen as a radical cosmic re-opening of the HNW-standardmodel.
In this "The Eternal Present" is a tool for a/voiding place, but it is also a unique soundtrack to challenge your innermost compass and sensorium. It is an expanding and exploding mind-matter-relation. In difference to the HNW-standardmodell which seems to see the necessity of a re-spiritualisation and re-interiorization of micro and nano-sounds, McQuaid works on a materialistic, anti-mimetic and in the end totally anti-metaphoric exteriorisation of astro-acoustic micro- and nano-sounds and sound-sources. Consequently to think, that NOISE is only an unpleasant and mostly unintentional assemblage of sounds is a very sad, common and boring misconception. Noise is a lot more than an audible/sonic phenomenon.

[IX]

It is a pleasure to discover this genuinely inhuman soundworld with A View from Nihil. It is an expedition into the micro- and nano-dimensions of space, time and sound. In this McQuaid seems to deconstruct the most dominant concept of classical HNW: the misanthropic idea of seclusion with an almost childish and romantic idea of an an-archic and non-preformed interiority. But isn't it almost ridiculous and oldfashioned to believe in the possibility to stay at home in the time of space flights to Mars ? Far calls, coming far !

The unique alignment of A View from Nihil's pitch-black cosmodelic sound helps perhaps to overcome these boring and inflationary used ideas and redefine the central points of HNW. After a careful listening to A View from Nihil's HNW-soundworld it should be considered as a radicalisation, minimalisation and abysmal intensification of the Drone- and the Stochastic-Music-paradigm. HNW in general should consequently be seen as a soundworld, in which sonic maximalism should be minimalized and the sonic minimalism should be maximalized.

Following the unique cosmodelic and astro-acoustic alignment of Andrew McQuaid's brilliant project A View from Nihil, I would tend to re-translate the acronym H.N.W. now as: H.emispheric N.oise W.elcome and remind the attentive listener of the dedication of this recording to Stephen P. McGreevy (well known for his recordings of real cosmic sounds) and of his/her obligation to think cosmodelic and astro-acoustic. This brilliant recording is the starting point of something p r i m o r d i a l in HNW - so take your chance to discover A View from Nihil.

With his primordial HNW-sounds Andrew McQuaid transforms the all too subjective and humane expressionism of the HNW-standardmodell into something radical different. Under the heading of a cosmodelic artistic procedure he tries to use the synergetic and amplificatory effects of sound, world and mind to establish a new concept of cosmic solitude, which seems to be situated in an infinitely large cosmic hermitage.

The usual idea of ego dissolution through sound, which is equally dominant in classical HNW, is expanded and transcended by the idea of the dissolution of cosmic boundaries. This is the end for all totally autistic approaches to HNW. In time's of space flights, quantum physics and quantum gravity and string-theory it is almost ridiculous to have the wish to stay at home alone. It is time to realise, that the way of HNW goes from the HOUSE to the UNIVERSE and nowhere else.

[X]

In the end this composition really helps us to take a view from nihil. To take a view from nihil has nothing frightening. To the contrary:it has something re-leasing, it is a breakthrough to the senseless, non-final and forever unstable materiality of the world. In Japan, this non-temporal moment of breakthrough would be called Satori : the sudden achievement of buddhahood.
This achievement reveals, that Eternity is always infinitely close and infinitely far away. Nevertheless we are always desperately trying to get a taste of eternity or nothingness, because eternity is nothing else but the being of nothingness and the nothingness of being. 
To see this naked truth is to perceive the void of all things fully void. To plumb into the depths of this emptiness is in the end a nearly heavenly delight, because we have learned to embrace the view from nihil and to start ex nihilo all over again. To say it with the words of the famous poem by the Sixth Patriarch Hui-neng:
Satori has no tree.
The mirror has no stand.
Originally, there was not a single thing.
So where should the dust settle ?

(10/10 Admiration-Points)
(written by S.K.G. in October 2011 - February 2012)
A View from Nihil - The Eternal Present
(Sweet Solitude - Infinity Series  18 - 2011)
(68'34'' min., Limited to 15 copies)
Support and contact A View from Nihil here ,
listen to A View from Nihil here.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

A Skull and a Rabbit. A Photo Series (#1/2012)


A Skull and a Rabbit 1 a/2011
Photo by S.K.G.




A Skull and a Rabbit 1 b/2011
Photo by S.K.G.

 



Wednesday, December 21, 2011

A Skull and a Rabbit. (A Photo Series #11/2011)


A Skull and a Rabbit 11a/2011
Photo by S.K.G.




A Skull and a Rabbit 11 b/2011
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Thursday, December 8, 2011

A Skull and a Rabbit. (A Photo Series #10/2011)

A Skull and a Rabbit 10 a/2011
Photo by S.K.G.

 

A Skull and a Rabbit 10 b/2011
Photo by S.K.G.



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Photo 2011 by S.K.G.

Friday, November 25, 2011

A Skull and a Rabbit. (A Photo Series #8/2011)


A Skull and a Rabbit 8a/2011
Photo by SKG

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

A Skull and a Rabbit. (A Photo Series #9/2011)


A Skull and a Rabbit 9 a/2011
Photo by S.K.G.

  



 A Skull and a Rabbit 9b/2011
Photo by S.K.G.



Sunday, October 30, 2011

A Skull and a Rabbit. A Photo Series (#7/2011)

A Skull and a Rabbit 7 a/2011
Photo by S.K.G.


 

A Skull and a Rabbit 7b /2011
Photo by S.K.G.








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Wednesday, October 19, 2011

A Skull and a Rabbit. A Photo Series (#6/2011)


A Skull and a Rabbit 6 a/2011
Photo by S.K.G.







A Skull and a Rabbit 6 b/2011
Photo by S.K.G.






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Monday, October 10, 2011

A Skull and a Rabbit.

 
A Skull and a Rabbit 5 a/2011
Photo by S.K.G.







A Skull and a Rabbit  5 b /2011
Photo by S.K.G.






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Saturday, October 8, 2011

Sounds Reviewed #4/2011: Askell Groc'hen - Cri.

 Sounds Reviewed #4/2011
Askell Groc'hen - Cri
(Slow Death Records 2011)
(10/10 Admiration-Points)
(written by S.K.G. in July - October 2011)

[I]

Since I have listened for the first time to the unique HNW-sounds invented by the french duo Askell Groc'hen (= bat in breton, a constant collaboration of the amazing HNW-artists Bördel Noir and Younx Grounioc'h) on their first release "Cri" a few months ago, I was deeply impressed by the unique psycho-acoustic and transgressive force, the conceptional strength and the intellectual depth of this HNW-project.

During one of my several listening sessions, I was reminded of a passage by the french poet/thinker Maurice Blanchot, who once described the cry as a means to transgress humanism, when he writes: "le cri (c'est-à-dire le murmure), cri du besoin ou de la protestation, cri sans mot sans silence, cri ignoble ou, à la rigeur, le cri écrit, le graffites des murailles. Il se peut, comme on aime à le déclarer, que "l'homme passe". Il passe. Il a même toujours déjà passé, dans la mesure où il a toujours été approprié à sa propre disparition. Mais, passant, il crie; il crie dans la rue, dans le désert; il crie mourant; il ne crie pas; il est le murmure du cri. [P]ar le même mouvement, fut tel qu'il ne vécut jamais que pour affirmer une haute mesure d'équité sans secret; ce qui est aussi l'attente sans espoir qui se brise dans le cri humaniste."

Something of this spirit seems to lie in the sounds of Askell Groc'hen; their will to reveal, that  humanity is always already in a  process of erosion, transgression, breakdown and self-destruction. For Askell Groc'hen our ears are the best sensory organs to induce and provoke unconscious processes of self-dissolution. Consequently our ears should be seen as our oldest and weakest sensorium - with our ears we can reach and touch classical animal territory.

Askell Groc'hen is one of the very few HNW-projects with a clear understanding of how the HNW-sound should be like: absolutely insignificant, non-mimetic, pure, simple, infinite, inhuman, transgressive, trans-life-death and self-destructive. HNW is a pure sound - and nothing else. The best HNW-sound is ab-solute, cut-off and abstract. Consequently, it is a severe mistake to suggest, that the real HNW sound should be interested in mimesis and an invulnerable interiority.

The sounds of Askell Groc'hen communicate - pretty close to the cries of animals - with our brains in tonalities without significance. Askell Groc'hen's HNW-sounds are cut-off from their sources; they transcend and transform their sources into something radical different. This artistical procedure is lightyears away from the usual incoherence, purposelessness and mindlessness of the majority of the HNW-releases. Art and thinking are always close friends. Art without concept is not Art, but rubbish. It should be the distinctive mark of a real HNW-artist, that he/she invents new (!) musical instruments and procedures, because he/she is tired of using the old-fashioned soundwaves based on the very limited possibilities of classical musical instruments.

Real HNW like the HNW of Askell Groc'hen widens the perceptive, the receptive and the aesthetic possibilities of the listener. In this, it is an heir of the revolutionary ideas of i.e. John Cage. Real HNW is not (!) a boring revival of the silly monumentalism of the musique concrète of the early sixities of the last century. It was and it will be forever boring to record a motorbike, a car, a cat, a dog, the rain  - without a musical and psycho-active purpose, without transforming the sound into something radical different and new.

Askell Groc'hen's sounds are not composed in a traditional manner, they are more likely a fierce, glowing and blistering sonic material, an unstable sonic bloc (like some works by Edgard Varèse). They are a pure sonic matter - always in touch with their own abolition. A deterritorialized music which always exceeds signification. What counts here the most is a monotone intensity, a non-formed kind of expression - the micro-repetitions and morse-codes of a suffering machine.

[II]

The sounds fall like stones into our consciousness. They build up interferences of soundwaves in our brains. They appear and disappear like clouds in the sky. Building up sonic mirages without center. Hundreds of sparkling, rotating, imploding, micro-percussive and diaphanous sounds fill our brains. They seem animate as the sound changes. The sounds merge into one another into clouds of white noise. Then all of a sudden they are bursting forth into a new sparkling individuality.They are static yet dynamic, absolutely still but changing constantly. The unstable forms plunge our brains into the deepest and most suffocating darkness.

Askell Groc'hen see the body not only as an entity inhabiting space. They also see the body as an interior space. As the location where a consciousness inheres. The body is itself a container of space, in which the relation between interior and exterior space can be subverted, when the boundaries between inside and outside are suspended. 

The will to interiorize the sounds during an attentive listening, orients us inwards and outwards at the same time towards the frightening infinity of the physical universe and the tragic finitude of our own being. The will of the listener to interiorize and exteriorize at the same time opens up a very strange sonic architecture of an interior exteriority. All of a sudden a moment of fusion of internal and external spaces becomes possible, which is nearly alchemically embodied in a physical form.

The whole body and the surrounding cosmos is saturated with sounds. The possibilities of listening are pushed far beyond themselves until the breakdown of vision - to a hyper-blindness. A hyperbolic blindness from excess not from defect, becoming a sight, that cannot see, because it is blinded by a dazzling dark light, that exceeds all limits. There is no longer an object given to a subject to listen to or intuit, but rather an excess that pushes us past intuition. A really strange experience. 

An inpenetrable continuum of sounds opens the attentive listener up to the possibility of a massive counter-experience. Counter-experience means, that there is some asymmetry between my condition for reception and what is appearing to me. "La musique offre le mouvement même de son advenue, son effet sur moi qui la reçois sans la produire, bref son surgissement sans contenu réel. Aussi m'advient-elle en sorte de m'affecter directement, comme pure donation que ne médiatise presque aucun donné objectivable et qui m'impose donc une effectivité immédiatement sienne. L'offrande musicale offre d'abord le mouvement même de son advenue - elle offre l'effet de son offrande même, sans ou au-delà des sons qu'elle suscite. Nommons cette extrémité phénoménologique où l'advenue déborde l'advenu un paradoxe." wrote Jean-Luc Marion.

The sounds of Askell Groc'hen mark the profound difference between the sounds and me, that opens me up to an even more profound counter-tuning. With poetic poignancy Askell Groc'hen reveal our precarious rootedness in the world and brings us in contact with the invisible. To reach the uncanny zeropoint of perception where invisibility, inaudibility and death meet. 

It is like a sojournment in an enclosed sonic space into which one can listen, but cannot gain access. By using micro-repetitive codes for a/voiding subjectivity, they finally force our selfs into surrender. Askell Groc'hen lead the listener into the destruction of the egological foundation of the self in order to reveal, that the innermost self is nothing but a dark, void and empty chamber. 

In this sense Askell Groc'hen's "Cri" is the darkest and at the same time the most silent chamber-music you can ever imagine. Askell Groc'hen barr, cross out, suspend and negate the usual bond between intuition and concept with their sounds. Several times during my listening sessions in bright daylight all of a sudden my eyeslids closed, fell down like a curtain to seperate me from my outer surroundings and my thoughts. There seems to be no more simple correlate anymore between sound, image and concept to achieve. A total black-out comes over the processing brain. 

The radical minimalism and abstractedness of Askell Groc'hen's sounds bring them close to the ideas arte povera, concept art, action painting or monochrome paintings - or close to the conceptions of microtonal, stochastic or spectralist music like in Julio Estrada, Giacinto Scelsi, James Tenney, Edgard Varèse, Iannis Xenakis, Tristan Murail or Gérard Grisey.

In the end this recording reveals in a very strong, stunning and poetic manner, that we still do not know what the essence of listening is, and what the real purpose and the real significance of sound is. Sounds are only sounds and nothing else. But why are pure meaningless sounds and our soul so deeply intertwined ? Maybe this is the only real secret about music. Abyssus Abyssum Invocat.

[III]

It should be clear that the bat on the cover of this recording is not a matter of mere decoration. The bat is the emblematic and enigmatic animal Askell Groc'hen have chosen to represent themselves, their sounds and their conception. The bat should be seen as the HNW-animal par excellence, because it is the uncanny incarnation of HNW-principles. Under the banner of the bat Askell Groc'hen open up time and space for new sounds. They invent new receptive and perceptive possibilities. They reveal new transgressive situations for their listeners. Under the banner of the bat they force the open-minded listeners in an uncanny process of dehumanization and becoming-bat.

But what could it mean for the listener to follow Askell Groc'hen in this process of dehumanization and becoming-bat ?  Could there be a use for HNW-music for a becoming-bat ? But isn't it impossible for a man to become-bat ? Isn't it pure non-sense to believe in a radical change of human nature ? Isn't the human nature the most stable thing on this planet ? But what is it like to be a bat, if the human nature cannot be stabilized ?

The reflection on what it is like to be a bat usually leads us to the conclusion that there are facts that do not consist in the truth of propositions expressible in a human language. We can be compelled to recognize the existence of such facts without being able to state or comprehend them. Bats, although more closely related to us than those other species, nevertheless present a range of activity and a sensory apparatus so different from ours that the problem I want to pose is exceptionally vivid. Anyone who has spent some time in an enclosed space with an excited bat knows what it is to encounter a fundamentally alien form of life.

We know that most bats perceive the external world primarily by sonar, or echolocation, detecting the reflections, from objects within range, of their own rapid, subtly modulated, high-frequency shrieks. Their brains are designed to correlate the outgoing impulses with the subsequent echoes, and the information thus acquired enables bats to make precise discriminations of distance, size, shape, motion, and texture comparable to those we make by vision. Bat sonar, though clearly a form of perception, is not similar in its operation to any sense that we possess, and there is no reason to suppose that it is subjectively like anything we can experience or imagine.

The bat perceives the surrounding world by a system of reflected high-frequency sound signals; and that one spends the day hanging upside down by one's feet in an attic. In so far as I can imagine this, it tells me only what it would be like for me to behave as a bat behaves. But that is not the question. I want to know what it is like for a bat to be a bat. When I try to imagine what is it like to be a bat, I am still restricted to the resources of my own mind, and those resources are inadequate to the task. I cannot perform it either by imagining additions to my present experience, or by imagining segments gradually subtracted from it, or by imagining some combination of additions, subtractions, and modifications. Even if I could by gradual degrees be transformed into a bat, nothing in my present constitution seems to enable me to imagine what the experiences of such a future stage of myself thus metamorphosed would be like.

But is this really the truth about the always unstable difference between animal and man ? Is it really impossible for man of becoming-animal ? What would happen, if we do not take man as the starting point and the bat as the final point of a huge transformational process ? What could it signify to "become-animal" or to "become-bat" ?

It is extremely helpful for the purpose of a deeper understanding of Askell Groc'hen's first release to relate their unique HNW-style to the ideas of Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari.  In their philsophical masterpiece "Mille Plateaux" they have formalized this difficult concept. For them a becoming-animal is neither becoming one concrete animal, neither producing an animal, neither ressembling an animal, neither imitate an animal, nor believing that one is an animal nor disguising as an animal. It is neither imaginary nor abstract. An animal needs no identification - in the end it is not necessary to know which animal one becomes. It is desire, affect and multiplicity. The becoming-animal creates new alliances between man, world and animal.


[IV]




Becoming-animal means to enter the dangerous zone of indiscernability where the usual distinctions of man and animal are no longer viable, in order to unify the velocities and to deplace the articulations. To mix up one's bodily molecules with the molecules of the unconscious, the wolf, the bat or the cloud. It means to become a living particularized material in order to live in-between identities. A becoming-animal opposes the numeric multiplicity to the uncanny multiplicity of the pack. The pack is composed of  a multiplicity of homogenous mouvements. The call of the pack is the call of wild nature.

The body, that is willing to enter this process, becomes intense, fluid, open for depersonalizations and probably bestializations and in this capable of new cosmic alliances. The exploration of a becoming-animal is not an end in itself. It is the first step in a process to dissolve and aggrandize the self in putting it in relation with larger fields of affects, velocities, sensations, perceptions. A becoming-animal is transgressive or it is not a becoming-animal. In a becoming-animal one has the possibility to experience the joy and the ecstacy of still not having a form. Our sensorium starts to work out new connections between pure lifeless matter and living beings. All of a sudden it resonates with all atoms in the cosmos.

One of the main tools to unleash a becoming-animal for Deleuze and Guattari is music. Deleuze and Guattari wrote: "la musique est celle d'une puissance de déterritorialisation qui traverse la Nature, les animaux, les éléments et les déserts non moins que l'homme. (...) C'est même, le contraire d'un privilège; à travers les (...) devenirs-animal ou molécule, la nature oppose sa puissance, et la puissance de la musique, à celle des machines de l'homme, fracas des usines et des bombardiers. Il faut aller jusque-là, que le son non musical de l'homme fasse bloc avec avec le devenir-musique du son".

I think, that it is not an exaggeration to surmise, that Askell Groc'hen are absolutely interested to unleash processes of de-personalization and destruction of egologics. Through the rhythms and sounds on their first release "Cri" animals and man can start to mutate and become secret allies. The listener can try to escape the logics of gravity on the wings of the bat. The eyes will follow soon with "hyper-blindness". The ears will react a little later with "hyper-deafness".

The sensoric impact of Askell Groc'hen's sounds negates all forms of representation, but not all forms of expression. The body starts to modulate and opens itself up to the flux of the elementary sounds of Askell Groc'hen. The attentive listener can try to enter the microscopic infinities of the invented sonic microstructure to become-animal. The becoming-animal opens new affective connections and demands the sensibiliy of a really embodied consciousness. The becoming-animal of the body is a presence - fragile like a sound. The becoming-animal happens all of a sudden, it is a direct experience, that turns around all the habitualities of our usual perceptive apparatus.

Askell Groc'hen should be seen as the first HNW-project, that build a machine for a "devenir-animal" a "becoming-animal". Their HNW-sound is an almost unbearable monstrosity, because this musical machine aims at the destruction of our egologics. With the artistical means of very abstract and pure HNW-sounds,  Askell Groc'hen opens up possibilities for a deeper understanding of the philosophical implications and groundations of the real HNW-sound.

Are these sounds the first music for a becoming-animal, the first music for the ears of animals ? Is this the first music for an immobile voyage on the wings of the bat? One thing is sure: this is one of the most precious artistical statements about HNW this year, because the sounds of Askell Groc'hen point at the zeropoint of perception, where blindness and insight, life and death, animality and humanity collapse. Maybe this is the point every great artist want to reach at least once in a lifetime. I want to leave the final words of this review to Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari, who seemed to have summed up everything which counts in real HNW and in Askell Groc'hen when they write:

"Plus rien que le monde des vitesses et
des lenteurs sans forme, sans sujet, sans visage.
Tout un travail rhizomatique de la perception,
le moment où désir et perception se confondent.
Devenir-clandestin, partout faire rhizome, pour la merveille,
d'une vie non-humaine à créer.
Continuum de toutes les substances en intensité,
mais aussi de toutes les intensités en substance.
Continuum ininterrompu du CsO."

(10/10 Admiration-Points)
(written by S.K.G. in July - October 2011)


Askell Groc'hen - Cri
(Slow Death Records 2011)
(78 min., Limited to 30 copies)
Support and contact Askell Groc'hen here ,
Bördel Noïr here and Younx Grounioc'h here.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

A Skull and a Rabbit. A Photo Series (#4/2011)


A Skull and a Rabbit 4/2011
Photo by S.K.G.






A Skull and a Rabbit 4/2011
Photo by S.K.G.







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Tuesday, August 30, 2011

A Skull and a Rabbit. A Photo Series (#2/2011)

A Skull and a Rabbit
A Photo-Series by S.K.G.
No.2 a, b/2011


S.K.G. - A skull and a rabbit No.2 a


 

 


S.K.G. - A skull and a rabbit No.2b




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Friday, August 19, 2011

Thoughts of the Day #31/2011: Robert Smithson (2)

Robert Smithson (1938-1973)
(copyright owners please read: p.s. at the bottom of this post, thank you)


Dear Readers,

today it is time again for a few thoughts by one of the greatest american artists of all times: Robert Smithson. This time I have chosen a few passages about mirrors  (for the connection of HNW and mirrors, see my review ):


Why do mirrors display a conspiracy of muteness concerning their very existence ? When does a displacement become a misplacement ? Those are forbidding questions that place comprehension in a predicament. The questions the mirrors ask always fall short of answers. Mirrors thrive on surds, and generate incapacity. Reflections fall onto the mirrors without logic, and in so doing invalidate every rational assertion. Inexpressible limits are on the other side of incidents, and they will never be grasped.

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The mirror itself is not subject to duration, because it is an ongoing abstraction that is always available and timeless. The reflections, on the other hand, are fleeting instances that evade measure. Space is the remains, or corpse, of time, it has dimensions. "Objects" are "sham space", the excrement of thought and language.

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Only when art is fragmented, discontinuous and incomplete can we know about that vacant eternity that excludes objects and determined meanings. The mirror and the transparent glass brings us to those designations that remain forever abolished in the colorless infinities of a static perception.

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The artificial ingenuity of time allows no return to nature. Mirrors in time are blind, while transparent glass picks up reflections in this spaceless region of inverse symmetry and shifting perspectives - the mirror reflects the blank surface in the suburbs of the mind. There is nothing to "understand" about such a region except the consciousness that makes understanding impossible.


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A mirror looking for its reflection but never quite finding it. 


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Timelessness is found in lapsed moments of perception, in the common pause that breaks apart into a sandstorm of pauses.


- Robert Smithson





P.S. All texts by Smithson are taken from the volume: Robert Smithson, Slideworks. Carlo Fura 1997.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

A Skull and a Rabbit. A Photo Series (#1/2011)



S.K.G. - A skull and a rabbit No.1a




S.K.G. - A skull and a rabbit No.1 b




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Saturday, July 2, 2011

(MFoP #5/2011): Cyanistes caeruleus (1)

My Favorite on this Planet #5/2011


Cyanistes caeruleus
(photo: S.K.G.)



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