Tuesday, 31 May 2022

Maniac Çop

At the moment, all I can do is sing "Jubilee-ee-ee-ee" to this tune, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ev1aBt-_Zs4.  I'm sure ERII is having the same experience.


POLIÇA – MADNESS (Memphis Industries) 

It’s a little strange that, in our era when most music is experienced online as individually selected tracks or via curated playlists, the album is still the default release model for the music industry. And, what’s more surprising is that so many albums still follow the sorts of tracklisting logic that was applied fifty or more years ago, despite the acknowledged fact that only the most die-hard physical-medium fetishists will always play all the music in the same order. Poliça’s Madness – the Minneapolis act’s sixth or seventh album, depending on which online tally you believe – could be used to teach students classic album structure methodology. 

Lesson one: start with a big tune. Madness opens with 'Alive'’s ominous three-note bassline. It may not be startlingly original but delivers a glorious bad-trip club vibe, and when Channy Leaneagh’s ominous vocals join the submerged drums the track blossoms into the malevolent cousin of a dance-pop banger. The chorus introduces a little more optimism, as the track slowly swells to a sort of paranoid euphoria; in fact, punch up the vocal volume and edit, and this could be one of those arty East European electro tracks that get highly praised in Eurovision (though never win).

Lesson two: follow up with something equally strong, but more ambiguous. 'Violence' somewhat resembles the regret-seeped torch songs of the trip-hop era, but the stately vocal sits upon a shifting backing which sounds like some cellos melting. The bass drum comes in with unexpected vigour, but it still sounds sub-aquatic, the rest of the soundfield being a furling forest of synth tones and Rolodex-flicking percussion. This ever-shifting sonic mutation, typifying the album, may reflect producer Ryan Olson’s use of the “anthropomorphic production tool” AllOvers(c), and it certainly reflects the cover artwork, a blur of body parts and fleshy abstraction that looks like an orgy hasn’t finished downloading.

Lesson three: change the tempo. Madness’s third track, 'Away', is a big-boned ballad which could have been a forgotten Girls Aloud single, except once again the backing is gloopily muffled, giving the emotive vocal a clear focus. It’s pretty great, and features enough smothered whines and burbles to be useful if you wanted to know what a noughties R’n’B lament might sound like from inside Darth Vader’s helmet.   

Lesson four: hide the less good material. Alas, the following three songs don’t live up to these openers. The title track boasts some nice glitchy synths sitting somewhere between Vangelis and Autechre, and the vocal is breathily intimate (a cross between Björk’s 'Headphones' and Frank Sinatra serenading the barflies on 'In The Wee Small Hours'), but beyond this neither the harmonic structure nor the melody are hugely interesting. If this were being performed on a piano in the corner of  a swanky bar, you’d barely notice – especially whilst trying to work out how a bottle of beer costs twelve quid. The track is rescued by the arrival of some mournfully scratchy folk violin, sounding like an arrangement of 'A Lark Ascending' at a banshee funeral. 'Blood' starts with some excellent robo-dub in a Basic Channel style, but this is quickly replaced by a lacklustre mid-tempo tune; if we were back at Eurovision, this is a plodding Luxembourg entry that can’t get beyond the semis. 'Fountain' is a little better, a slow resigned piano creating an undertow that deepens the effect of the reverby FX-laden vocal, under which bassist Chris Bierden adds subtle curlicues. Again, it’s the production rather than the composition that carries the track, but you might prick up your ears in the swanky bar, as you ruefully emptied your £8 ramekin of cashews. 

Lesson five: end on a big emotion. 'Sweet Memz' may have a horribly knowing title, but it’s delightful, frosty dream-pop vocals sharing space with keyboard tones that sound like bugles playing for the fallen dead in a thick mist, over a surprisingly bouncy drum pattern. It’s a strong ending to a perfectly paced album, but despite the elegant sequencing, there are definitely tracks you’ll come back to far more than others.


Saturday, 21 May 2022

The New Orthographers

It took bloody ages to make sure all the Polish characters were correct.  I'm not used to spending that much effort researching for a review!


Matmos - Regards/ Ukłony Dla Bogusław Schaeffer (Thrill Jockey)

Baltimore duo Matmos have been creating music from unlikely sources for twenty-five years now. Their discography features tracks built from recordings as unlikely as a liposuction procedure, Bible pages turning, the neural activity of a crayfish, and Adrian Chiles being slapped on the britches with a Caramac...and although we made one of those up, the fact that it still sounds quite plausible tells you a lot. New album Regards is a little different, though, the Instytutu Adama Mickiewicza having invited Matmos to create recordings based on the works of Polish polymath, educator, and member of the radical Cracow Group, Bogusław Schaeffer - as Polish speakers will no doubt have deduced from the album’s subtitle. The track titles are likewise duolingual, with tracks such as 'Anti-Antiphon (Absolute Decomposition)/ Anty-Antyfona (Dekonstrukcja Na Całego)' offering the same information in English and Polish; but some other titles are made from anagrams of Schaeffer’s name, resulting in a pair of completely different meanings. This subtle code-shifting sums up the nature of the album: it’s not a straightforward remix project, but neither does it treat the source material in so radical a fashion as Matmos’ most famous work (you’d be hard pressed to extrapolate the grisly recordings underpinning the jolly-face glitchtronica of their most celebrated album, A Chance To Cut Is A Chance To Cure) and it also adds fresh elements from instrumentalists including Irish harpist Úna Monaghan and Max Eilbacher of Horse Lords. It is perhaps best to see Regards as a tribute to the exploratory work of Schaeffer  and other electronic music pioneers of the mid-twentieth century.

The mysterious nature of the album’s genesis, however, does mean that any creative descriptions of the sounds might inadvertently turn out to be accurate. 'On Few, Far Chaos Bugles/ Uff...Bosch Ara Wałęsę', for example, a little motif recalling the melancholic pitched honks of Galleons Of Stone by The Art Of Noise could have been sourced from a vintage synthesiser piece, a treated French horn, or a chair being dragged across the room, as evident in a hundred YouTube covers of Aphex Twin’s 'Alberto Balsalm'. 'Resemblage/ Parasamblaż', on the other hand, boasts fascinating sounds that bring to mind furious fly-swatting on the set of STOMP, and the bubbling test tubes heard in the Ealing classic The Man In The White Suit. It also features some manically sliced and layered recordings of small bells – carillon up the Khyber, anyone? – which are coupled with hammered dulcimer to create the gorgeous ghost of a folk melody, coming off like a highly abstract remix of Orbital’s techno-exotica classic 'The Box'. In fact, there are points at which Regards veers unusually close to conventional dance music, 'Cobra Wages Shuffle/ Off! Schable w Gurę!' toying with the sort of jolly mambo samples beloved of mid-nineties producers, and some warm dubby soundscapes elsewhere calling to mind The Orb circa career apex Orbus Tarrarum. 

True to past Matmos form, for every piece of approachably bouncy electronica, there is more austere and disorienting fare. 'Flashcube Fog Wares/ Głucha Affera Słów' nods towards tape effects and short splice techniques that simultaneously recall the compositions of Milton Babbitt and Pierre Schaeffer - no relation - ending with what sounds like a piccolo pulled through a Sapphire & Steel warphole, and the interplay between mournful harp and spectral voices gives 'If All Things Were Turned to Smoke/ Gdyby Wszystko Atało Się Dymem' a whiff of Stockhausen. Almost inevitably, there are times when the maximalist editing approach becomes wearing, and the soundfield on 'Tonight There Is Something Special About The Moon/ Jaki Księżyc Dziś Wieczór...' is just too cluttered, whilst the tuning-radios-whilst-the-bath-empties vibe of 'Anti-Antiphon (Absolute Decomposition)/ Anty-Antyfona (Dekonstrukcja Na Całego)' veers close to ambient cliché. Still Regards as a whole is a rewarding,  absorbing listen, and is liable to instigate an outbreak of searches for Schaeffer originals in obscure corners of the ‘net over the coming weeks.