vendredi 29 novembre 2013
1 Ocean Bound 6:33
2 A Different Sea 5:28
3 Dolphins 5:54
4 Submarine 6:27
5 Bermuda Triangle 8:25
6 Drifting on the Tide 6:49
7 Over the Reef 4:54
8 The Diving Bell 5:18
9 Deep Blue 6:47
10 Hydrosphere 7:30
11 Plankton 7:08
ADMusic | AD128CD (CD/DDL 71:32) ***½
(Soft and melodic EM halfway between New Age and New Berlin School)
The first thing that strikes most the ear when we discover this last album of Divine Matrix is this disconcerting facilitated that has Steve Barnes to create structures of intrusive melodies. “Hydrosphere” is an oceanographic musical tale with a strong oceanscape environment where thrones a multitude of melodies weaved through some fine minimalist movements. The piano is charming and attaches its airs, as well melancholic as romantic, within delicate lines of rhythm before getting melt into the ethereal atmospheres which guide our cortex in a sonic adventure where we have the impression to be on water, to be a member of a crew which sets out to conquer mysteries and beauties of a world of water. Divine Matrix exploits all the big themes, the legends and the realities, of an aquatic world while our ears, well wrapped up in a set of headphones, guide us towards the borders of black, with divine harmonies which float, roam in dense musical paintings as much rhythmic as ambiospherical. “Hydrosphere” becomes then a fascinating sonic journey between the myth and the reality, between the rhythms and its ethereal atmospheres.
It's in the reflections of the soft lappings of water that "Ocean Bound" is connecting with our ears. The rhythm is soft. It leans on a delicate pattern of pulsations which drain themselves hastily by minimalist lines while the melody is forged through the delicacy of a dreamy piano. Melody and rhythm make a tandem which swirls with more velocity, a little as if we would be sucked up by the bottom. The sequences sparkle with a harmonious neatness whereas percussions appropriate the sharpness of a rhythm which swirls in submarine waves, leading the finale towards a kind of ballad entailed by the riffs of an acoustic guitar. The evolution, intensity and diversity start pretty well this last album of Divine Matrix. But the vocals on "A Different Sea" are not really my cup of tea. An ethereal voice floats over a rhythm which flows in a curt, jerked pace. It sounds like nice ethereal synth-pop à la Enigma with its structure of vaporously stroboscopic rhythm where the piano eats away at our eardrums with crystal clear and very glittering notes. The narrative introduction of "Dolphins" presents an ambient structure with tears of synth which float in chirpings a bit rubbery while the rhythm embraces a static spheroidal structure which rolls such as a lascivious dance of dolphins in a cylinder form basin. "Submarine" is another ambient melody which sings on an absent rhythm. The arpeggios let float their wandering harmonies on a discreet rhythm of which the harmonious envelope takes control of the brain with its delicate stroboscopic membrane. "Bermuda Triangle" is a long ambiospherical piece of music where the sonic elements surround us with mystery and tenderness, in particular with synth lines which sing and float like lost souls. We feel a fine line of rhythm which drums its pulsations in a dense cloud of spectral tones. A rhythm which evolves with discretion before dying out in front of all these caresses and these floating harmonious lamentations which maintain the structures of "Bermuda Triangle" in its mystic envelope. "Drifting on the Tide" carries superbly its title. It's a very beautiful ambient track and we really have this sensation to roll peacefully on waves, as oceanic as cosmic. "Over the Reef" is a fine ambient melody which rolls its harmonies in loops on another finely stroboscopic structure. The rhythm circulates like a long spiraled cylinder which gradually amplifies its emotive approach with a gradation in its schema which espouses the same pace as the harmonies which are simply catchy. "The Diving Bell" is another delicate ethereal melody with a beautiful line of piano which widens its melodic empire through a dense sound pattern where the cosmos embraces the oceans. More quiet and more ambient, "Deep Blue" entails us in the depth of our imagination with a beautiful melody which flows like a mass of drops of an azure. The title-track knocks down downright the soft morphic atmospheres of “Hydrosphere” with a nervous rhythm where the neurotic sequences remind the rhythmic shimmerings of Tangerine Dream. The rhythm is pulsatory and the sequences draw filets of melodies which catch the hearing as the same time as the tempo makes us stamp. And quietly, the rhythm is dividing up in order to spit some furious keys at a structure which tilts for a strong unbridled up-tempo with great sequences which clink on sonic waves to the melodic outlines. I have the vague impression to hear Geoff Downes, vocoder less, and his New Dance Orchestra. "Plankton" ends “Hydrosphere” with a cloud of synth lines of which the narrow weaving rolls its harmonies in loops. The rhythm takes shape by furtive movements, drawing these strange swirled plans that make the planktons to protect themselves from predators. The harmonies get loose from these oscillatory lines. They drop their airs lost in sea bed while synth solos sing in the same spheroidal current of the planktons, witnesses of another beautiful album from Divine Matrix where Steve Barnes handles marvellously his soft dreamy poetry on rhythms as ethereal as musical.
Sylvain Lupari (November 28th, 2013)
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mercredi 27 novembre 2013
1 Astral Gates (with Johan Tronestam) 7:52
2 Liquid Fire (with Ryo Utasato) 6:24
3 The Cosmic Touch (with Celestial View) 6:00
4 NY Flight (with JampyKeys) 8:43
5 Fire (with Daniel Wolf) 6:04
6 Solaria (with Synthesist) 5:22
7 Nexus 6 4:02
8 Sorcerers Apprentice (with Daniel Wolf) 7:21
9 Encounter at Proxima 5 4:46
10 Floh (with Wolfgang Roth) 5:50
11 Touched the Sky (with Cousin Silas) 8:40
CD Baby (DDL 71:07) ****
(Energic EM with a zest of cosmic New Berlin School)
Yop! needs not to be afraid of saying it; there is an interesting artist inside our borders who is spreading his artistic signature on all the universe of EM. “Cosmic Touch” is an ambition project introduced by Kuutana who gathers 9 musicians scattered through the globe. From Canada to Japan by way of Italy, Sequential Dreams pecks in each of the influences, as artistic as tribal, of Johan Tronestam, Cousin Silas, Wolfgang Roth, Celestial View, Ryo Utasato, Jampy Keys, Daniel Wolf and Synthesist in order to create an electronic mosaic inspired by the rhythms and ambiences of Tangerine Dream and Jean Michel Jarre. And he didn't miss the target!
"Astral Gates" kicks things up with a slow and heavy circular rhythm. The sequences zigzag and climb awkwardly a vertical spiral. Riffs of electronic guitar pour a brief approach of intergalactic western while a delicate synth lies down the patterns of a soft electronic melody. It's a good musical itch that goes and comes, which sings and twitters between some thin threads of sequences in the shape of stroboscopic rhythms, some slamming percussions and more resonant chords, pushing "Astral Gates" towards heavier territories, more disordered where the rhythm of origin tries to rebuff itself in good harmonic paintings out of control. This is some very good and very lively Johan Tronestam. We like? We are going to be delight with the powerful and very striking "Nexus 6". This one is a kicker. "Liquid Fire" follows with a structure of a rather similar pattern of rhythm; hectic pulsations and slamming percussions where recollections of Tangerine Dream (Marakesh) and Jarre (Chronology) macerate a lively rhythm, eroded by its many abruptness, which wears a suave melody in the perfumes of the Middle East. This mixture is quite exquisite, like on "Floh" by the way. "The Cosmic Touch" is a beautiful lunar melody. A cosmic down-tempo with arpeggios sparkling like new sound stars on a slow rhythm which tries to flee through brief passages a bit stroboscopised. A saxophone spreads a soft cloud of melancholy which fits very well with the melodious stars. "NY Flight" presents a more black approach with lines of synth which swirl such as apocalyptic revolving lights. The whole thing draws its source from the influences of Jarre and Vangelis (Blade Runner), as well as Tangerine Dream with breaths of synth with a very near scent of Flashpoint, on a rhythm fed by pulsations and by sober electronic percussions. The finale is amazing with a portion of rhythm which escapes and excites its sequences and percussions in all directions. That's heavy, disordered but that remains always musical.
"Fire" is a very lascivious cosmic down-tempo with astral synth waves which lulls melancholic harmonies finely drawn by a very good guitar play. The rhythm swirls on this meshing of percussions and sequenced pulsations which nourish this rhythmic pond of “Cosmic Touch” and which also takes good care to digest these attacks with more nuanced passages. We could describe the tracks one by one that the rhythmic pattern would return constantly with this mixture of percussions, pulsing jumping keys and filets of sequences which stagger sinuously of its sonic centipedes. If we sometimes have the impression to be on the same rhythmic spindle, the melodies call us to order. The tearful Martenot waves which introduce "Solaria" forge a thick cloud of ghostly melodies which are floating exactly astride these intractable rhythms. The effect of drawling melody on a rhythm stamping with impatience adds an interesting depth for this track which flirts with psybient. After the very heavy and very "Nexus 6", which is one of the best tracks on this album, "Sorcerers Apprentice", take good notice of the naming, plunges us into the superb ambiences of Flashpoint's western American rhythms. It's heavy and powerful, but not as much as "Floh", one of the strong moments of “Cosmic Touch” which counts at least half a dozen. We know the influence of Tangerine Dream and Jean Michel Jarre on Sequential Dreams? If not, "Encounter at Proxima 5" lets hear those excessively with a sneaky, sinuous rhythm which hesitates between the brute force or the moderated control by the very good hem of a somber and black line of sequences which doesn't hesitate to send some resonant ions to the fight. There is an aroma of psychedelic and Arabian rock which floats over this track, as well as on the surprising "Touched the Sky" and its guitar lost in some strange ethereal atmospheres. It's a long music piece with a dark ambience of despair where the guitar drags its remorse over nice tabla kind of percussions.
I 'm very impressed by the diversity and the musical wealth of “Cosmic Touch” which is a superb collection of 11 tracks of which the biggest strength is not to deny the roots of the influences from 9 artists who participate in it. A cosmic touch on leaden structures! Evidently that the points of dens with Tangerine Dream and Jean Michel Jarre abound, but there is more. Each track exploits all the depth of its approach with ambiences as heavy and ethereal which live with a fascinating complicity on rhythms in perpetual movement. It's like a Best Of... of a whole bunch of artists where we can only notice that the future of EM is between good hands.
Sylvain Lupari (November 26th, 2013)
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lundi 25 novembre 2013
1 Reflections in Suspension 16:39
2 Quiet Friend 13:15
3 Structures from Silence 28:33
Fortuna Records | 17024-2 (1984)
Projekt | PRO00119 (2001) (58:42) *****
(Deep immersive ambient music)
Oh that this music has lulled, consoled and calmed my nights of thinking over and over and of torments to eat away at my bitterness. In that time I wasn't what we could call a lover of ambient music. Brian Eno? No thanks set apart some things, too rare, melodious. When I heard “Structures from Silence” for the first time, EM of the Berlin School style had tidied up its rhythms and analog harmonies for a more digital era and the ambient music had flooded the loudspeakers of the followers of the Zen movement. The shock for my ears was rather disturbing. I had already heard, and I was already seduced, Now & Traveller; two albums by which the sequenced rhythms were exactly inspired of Berlin School. Pacific School (I owe this term to my friend Fabrice) began to replace Berlin School with emergent artists such as Michael Stearns, Robert Rich, Craig Huxley, Ray Lynch and Fresh Aire. The music was softer. It was New Age. Of the purely electronic side there was well Synergy but EM, to say the least here, had already changed orientation. And landed “Structures from Silence” on my Linn turntable. I had never heard a music so lyrical, not even that of Klaus Schulze.
I remember this sweet loopy melody which emerged between the frictions of my needle and the grooves from the vinyl album. As a non-listed bird who cooed in a sibylline mist, the melody of "Reflections in Suspension" entered my ears to brand them. It's on this autumn day of 1984, I had the pimpernel, that my love story with Steve Roach took root for good. Even in his quietest phase. But can it be quieter than “Structures from Silence”? We cannot describe the silence. But the elements which lead to it, yes. And it is all the beauty of “Structures from Silence” everything leads us to silence, to peace of mind. The obsessing melody of "Reflections in Suspension" rolls of his minimalist loops on synth pads of which, from minute to minute, offers a subtle crescendo of which the soft implosion hypnotizes us. We hear the prism sing, as well as an invisible choir murmuring the sighs of the pondering. It's like letting ourselves be rock in a hammock, under stars, by the winds of crystal and the elvish breezes. Definitively, Steve Roach had just given the first real harmonious textures to atmospheric EM. This track is a masterpiece! "Quiet Friend" is also beautiful. Enjoying a splendid ambiospherical intro, where the synth pads float in space such as these small amounts of waters trapped in a long cylinder which rocks itself over time, the melody pops out at around the 8 minutes point. Roach mixes skillfully his astral voices and his waves of serenity which form a rangy arrhythmic movement. And when the serenity and the sleep invade our senses, a delicate melody, hardly formed, makes sing its arpeggios which parade awkwardly. The melody blows the airs of "Reflections in Suspension" but in a more fragile pattern. And these arpeggios waltz casually on the bed of a crystal clear water where the silent lapping reflect their fragile crystal symphonies. But we are already sleeping. The title-track is of a simplicity to unstitch the parameters of any stress. Steve Roach makes sing the slow lamentations of some oblong and silent waves from a calm sea in our ears throughout the 28 minutes that lasts this abstracted symphony on the structures of the silence. But we are already sleeping! Hush...Wonderful is the silence, wonderful are its structures.
Sylvain Lupari (November 25th, 2013)
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dimanche 24 novembre 2013
1 Caleb's Blues 3:20
2 Pick Up at High Noon 4:59
3 Rain in the Third House 2:59
4 Bus Station (Mae's Theme) 8:42
5 Good Times 2:37
6 She's my Sister (Resurrection I) 7:22
7 Mae Comes Back 2:02
8 Father and Son (Resurrection II) 2:58
9 Severin Dies 2:50
10 Fight at Dawn 4:40
11 Mae's Transformation 4:21
Varese Sarabande VCD 47309 (46:50) *** (Dark and heavy E-Rock)
I am maybe one of the few to have liked this soundtrack. Notice that I loved a lot the movie. That could help but there is more. All along the album, the rock sides as the ambient moods, we feel this stifling atmosphere of mystery which sticks with so much neatness to the movie. In fact, we have the vague feeling that Franke, Froese and Haslinger were confidentially connected to “Near Dark”.
And yet "Caleb's Blues" starts rather badly. It's a mix of e-rock soaked in a well structured shy synth-pop. It only misses the platinum wigs and that's it; TD turns into a commercial MTV figurines. We like? Then we should like "Good Times" and its very acid play of percussions. It's a big rock with good electronic percussions which don't really with the savage riffs and boosted solos from Edgar's wild guitar play. This contrast is the main attraction of this surprising e-rock. "Pick-up at High Noon" throws a dark, a somber atmosphere. It's a small jewel which finds its climax with the violent "Fight at Dawn". Both tracks exploit furtive structures where the rhythm hesitates constantly. A rhythm which gropes all along and which hold back is impetus on in atmospheres of sadness, lunar apocalypse where roam thick clouds of black strata and sibylline waves. The percussions which blow up the finale of "Fight at Dawn", which also smothered the sordid ambiences of "Pick-up at High Noon", are explosive. The finale is rough and violent. And I strongly recommend to tie those 2 tracks together in your Ipod. "Rain in the Third House" is a good floating rock which eventually abandoned its ethereal envelope to roll on a good rock. The guitar of Froese looses caustic riffs and howling chords in a dense pattern of ghostly voices, reaching with art the dark and tense passages of the movie. The bass lines of "Bus Station" call out to certain passages of Le Parc. It's a track where the rhythm is blocked by intense occult atmospheres where we notice passages which kiss sessions of Le Parc, Tyger and even Legend. The music may lasted about 9 minutes that TD doesn't exploit it really as a whole, contenting of playing the principle of atmospheric and atonal moods grabbed here and there in its old repertoire. But the melody whistled on synths eventually does the job. "She's My Sister (Resurrection I)" is an interesting track. Well exploited and structured, it's purely in the mood of the young revolted vampires from the movie while bringing to it more than a small electronic touch. "Mae Comes Back" and "Father and Son (Resurrection II)" are other good solid tracks. They would be remaining from sessions of Legend or The Keep, that I wouldn't be surprised. After the very nervous and cacophonous "Severin Dies", "Mae's Transformation" ends “Near Dark” by a melancholic ambient ballad. It's a kind of mix of love and of hope, if we saw the movie, on the vague harmonies of a vaporous synth. It's not bad; it is just too aseptic with not enough emotions. Well, we are in the core of TD's 85 to 90 years!
“Near Dark” is an honest soundtrack with a more rock vision from Tangerine Dream. It has the merit to respect the very dark and rebel moods of this contemporary vampires movie. I quite enjoyed it; note that "Pick-up at High Noon" and "Fight at Dawn" helped a lot. As I said, it's rather rock, violent by moments, and Edgar feed that violence with a raging, a very howling guitar. I believe that the fact of having seen the movie amplifies my obsession for this soundtrack about which we just don't talk enough.
Sylvain Lupari (November 24th, 2013)
Varese Sarabande VCD 47307 (CD 41:42) * (?)
Hummm...How to talk about this album without being nasty? The adventure of Tangerine Dream with the cinema and the American studios continues. The German trio specialize more and more on the short tracks, even if it means losing its identity. And what seem to be the most important thing above all is to continue amassing money in order to build the better personal studio. The musical creativity? “Three O'Clock High” is a real rubbish. It's a musical turnip as much as the movie is. The worst of the worst. And I don't even take it as a serious album. A bad joke with a bad taste in my ears!
The album shows 22 tracks, among which 7 wrote and played by Rick Morotta & David Tickle, Jim Walker and Sylvester Levay, in fact his tracks sound better and are the more aggressive on the album, for a 42 minutes counter. So if you do the maths, it's not even 2 minutes by track! Franke, Froese and Haslinger show a deep lack of curiosity, creativity and interest. The only good thing is "Go to the Head of the Class" (3:01). We kinda feel a bit of emotion, a zest of interest. But from the tip of creativity. The rest? Rubbish! The tracks are too short and are thrown without interest on totally insipid and missed fade out. What a professionalism! "Bonding by Candlelight" has an air of déjà vu which will ring a bell in the TD repertoire while that "Kill Him (The Football Dummy)" seems to prepare the next soundtrack which will be Near Dark.
Here is dreadful album which absolutely has nothing to do with the universe of Tangerine Dream. And as for me it’s such a shame that the signature of the band is on the cover. It's an album to avoided, unless being a collector. But a real one!!!
Sylvain Lupari (November 24th, 2013)
samedi 23 novembre 2013
1 Thunderbolt 68:44
a) Modulator (35:16)
b) Esseum (The Frantic Song) (14:07)
c) Moon Shepherd (11:02)
d) Terra Nova (8:19)
2 Return to the Source 5:43
Indra Music (DDL/CD 74:27) **** (Ambient meditative Berlin School)
It had been a while since we had heard about Indra. Since 2010 in fact, with his Pyramid Concert album. Thus it is with a certain excitement that I received an e-mail from him, announcing that he is making a comeback and this would begin with an album recorded during a concert given onto the banks of Black Sea on August 27th, 2008. And it's with enthusiasm that I put the precious silvery disc in my NAD reader to discover that the music of Indra is still inhaled of these soft perfumes of Tantric hypnosis.
I already see you; the ear sceptical and the eyebrow frowning like a swallow wing, questioning you about the relevance in 2013 to present a long music piece of 70 minutes. There should be redundancy! Who knows the universe of Indra knows how the Rumanian synthesist likes to play of nuances and subtleties with his long minimalist structures which spin in time as some endless sonic serpentines fed by contrasts. "Thunderbolt" is not really different from the Indra magical world of music. The music takes root on a shy rhythm which little by little spits its furious keys before meditating into some ambiosonic phases and to reborn of a poetics astral voracity. Straightaway we re-know the Indra signature with these sequences which chirp and fall of the sky such as leaves from a tree caressed by a soft autumnal breeze. These cosmic chirpings, which decorate the minimalist spirals of Indra, couple with a line of bass of which the stealthy undulating chords are of use as delicate rampart to an ambient rhythm. This bass line spreads its dark pulsations which grope the fragile rhythm of the circling sequences. While both sonic elements seem to plot in order to take the shape of a lascivious rhythmic symbiosis a bit chaotic, Modulator receives a veil of astral voices whose depth seems to restrain the strength of the rhythm. The bass becomes silent. To say the least, it breathes with more lightness. We enter into the hypnotic labyrinths of Indra as we enter into a sound Mass where the absent choruses blow on an astral rhythm. Wings of steel, like those of metallic dragonflies, peck this rhythmic ritornello which drinks its passivity in order to draw a strength which increases as the seconds pass. We are in the 5 minutes and without knowing too much how, we feel that the pace has doubled. Strata of synths throw long sighs while sequences got loose to cavort with more strength on a movement always dependent on its stagnation. The bass line follows the movement with more curved trots. The rhythm becomes then like a strange intersidereal gallop where the trots skip in an iridescent mist. Percussions fall and sparkle in the symphony of the cymbals. Their strikings are symmetric and are drumming the slowness while the waves of synth regurgitate their stars of prisms and the rhythm of Modulator embraces the latent vigour that we felt since its very first beatings. And this rhythm spits its venom with well felt percussions of which each knock jostles the sequences which hiccup with more fury. Ho... That I missed Indra! The first 35 minutes of "Thunderbolt" are pure marvels of the contemporary electronic minimalist art. This long ambivalent structure offers what the hypnotic rhythm knows how to make of better with just enough subtleties in the forms to pepper its listening. Always breathing of these hypnotic phases, where the rhythm takes the speeds that we understand of it, it eventually beats of fury between our ears. And Indra spreads his magic which exceeds the morphic borders of the cradle of his influences that is Klaus Schulze. Inside "Thunderbolt", Modulator is just as much divided between its ambient phases and its swirling rhythms where the synths are offering lush textures of sound magic to the colors of rainbows and of cosmic auroras borealis. The sequences paw the ground and skip in all senses but remain coherent of this rhythmic spiral which fires the passivity as much as its pulsating furies of which the last one goes out in slow meditative languor which leads us to Esseum (The Frantic Song).
There, the movement is more serene. Sequences dip the end of their fragile chords which skip such as the bare feet of a turbulent child on an ice-cold surface, painting a static rhythm of which the delicate musical nuances are absorbed by a synth soaked with a strong sibylline approach. Lines and layers of synth breathe of a duality, both in the floating harmonies and the vaporous ambiences, that breaths of a foreign horn and airy voices caress of a bewitching veil of mystery. The hoarse breezes bring us to the very somber and ambient Moon Shepherd; a long ambiosonic segment where are struggling some sequences isolated in the elvish pads of a morphic synth. I hear some Software with the magic flutes which cuddle as both our ears and our state of profound rest. Faithful to his habits, Indra gets us out of our artificial coma with a movement of sequence which moves its jumping keys in an echoing structure of rhythm where the sequences, percussions and pulsations walk in their shadows of rhythm. An always hypnotic rhythm which rocks between syrupy morphic veils. The soft kicks of Terra Nova are caressed by superb astral voices while the synth injects dense melancholic layers which drag secret emotions, like the fog transports the sorrows of our ascendants. The rhythm is delicate and beats with a surprising spiritual heat, drawing these circadian rhythms which pulse in a fascinating astral energy. The voices are intrusive. The synth lines lull the angels. And we feel a Jarre influence on this great final which wraps a long musical movement of hypnosis deserving of the big Tantric movements from the Rumanian wizard. Simply great! "Return to the Source" quite means. It's a delicate ambient track. Dark and mystic, it allies sound explosions and ethereal voices which hum an astral melody. It's intense, sober and very meditative.
As I said it, that was a very long time, maybe too much, that I had heard the music of Indra. And I feel cheap to have forgotten him in my memories because his music is as well delicious as unique. I had a little forgotten this very big sensibility which had rock his creations, his perceptions of a parallel universe where the meditation reenergizes his creativity. “Thunderbolt-Live at the Black Sea” is a brilliant album of meditation where Indra structures a long subliminal track which separates its identity in 4 phases as surprising that magnetizing. And the magic Indra is always there, because when we go over the 70 minutes that lasts "Thunderbolt", we hurry to want to hear it again. And every new listening brings its lot of new sonic patterns, new emotions and new musical depth. That it is the mark of a great architect of the meditative minimalist movement.
Sylvain Lupari (November 23rd, 2013)
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jeudi 21 novembre 2013
1 Bravura Apasionada 4:59
2 Caravan of the Matador 4:56
3 Hymn for Kat 7:49
4 Lagrimas del Alma 5:15
5 Latidos del Corazon 6:10
6 Little Bird Big Trip 7:15
7 Otra Vida 5:16
8 Perdoname 5:44
Wolf Entertainment (DDL 47:28) ****
(Cinematographic and orchestral EM)
To me, In Mutatio Tempora was a beautiful revelation in the universe of EM in2011. I was knocked down by these musical structures with the very filmic aromas which had set ablaze the stories and the legends of the Arabian nomads. “Bravura Apasionada” is built around the same patterns. With the help of Emilsam Velazquez, who did a great job at the level of orchestrations and who contributes to the writing and also wrote the superb "Hymn for Kat", Matzumi delivers another very interesting, if not absolutely magnetizing, opus. Intense and very melodious, in spite of its sound power, the last musical madness of Kathrin Manz travels through ages by breathing some influences as much eclectic as those of Vangelis and Jean Michel Jarre, by way of Fresh Aire and Enigma while caressing the passionate rhythms of an electronic rock which drinks of the structures of the New Berlin School remodelled by Nattefrost. Perplexed? Let's listen to hear!
The hoarse breaths and the singings of horns floating in sandy winds, of which every breeze lifts the relics of a melody scattered in the rumblings of drums, open the enchanting ambiences of the title-track which puts our ears in appetite. The influences of Vangelis, and his Pharaonic music, explode in our ears. Scattered lines of piano, Babylonian synth layers, voice of oracles, aggressive drummed percussions and big enchanting orchestrations fatten the heavy rhythm of "Bravura Apasionada". Our ears have difficulty in seizing all the nuances of this intense electronic rock which follows a mesmerizing curved of a snake charmer dance. The voice of Matzumi is melted to those harmonies which bubble of their segmented airs and hangs onto to a powerful rhythm carried by an intense meshing of philharmonic strata and ploughed by an impressive pattern of percussions, while towards the end "Bravura Apasionada" adapts its rhythmic blooming to some fine and discreet solos which sound just like guitar ones. For a way in, one couldn't ask better. One of the big strengths of Kathrin Manz is to know how to well surround herself. Having worked with Bjorn Jeppesen and F.D. Project, she continues to explore the cinematographic corridors of her artistic visions with one of the mastering engineer of Wolf Entertainment label, Emilsam Velazquez. And this new team gave great results. It's through his arrangements, orchestrations and his fragmented melodies, fed by a very romantic piano, that the music of “Bravura Apasionada” breathes. Both artists began to work together with the composition of the title-track before understanding that "Bravura Apasionada" had several young airs which hung around its harmonies and arrangements. And it's out of theses moods that "Caravan of the Matador" comes to play and dance in our ears. This is a fascinating lullaby. It's a kind of demonic ballad, the piano of Velazquez flirts with the somber methodical chords of John Carpenter's Halloween Theme, where the voice of Matzumi swirls in a slow staccato finely hatched by beautiful orchestrations. We are in a music film and this impression increases as “Bravura Apasionada” unfolds its 8 acts. "Hymn for Kat" is lascivious. A great piece of ambient music where the rhythm settles down beneath a nest of manual percussions of which the light strikings draw an ethereal beat where prowl the fine circular melodies of an electric piano a bit jazzy and the spectral lamentations of Matzumi. The percussions fall and shape a heavier rhythm. And such as a slow mesmerizing rhythmic ride, the rhythm of "Hymn for Kat" skips in the confusion of its percussions, as clan as sensual, where sparkle the sound prisms finely stroboscopic of an electric piano which is also melodious as the ethereal voice of Kathrin Manz can be suggestive. Heavy, slow and very attractive! "Lagrimas del Alma" is a superb morphic ballad which takes a little bit the shape of "Caravan of the Matador" but with a clearly more poetic and dramatic film approach. The piano, the mourner flute, the voice and the orchestrations become the wonderful tools smith of melancholy.
"Latidos del Corazon" is a fascinating track which embraces the Gothic atmospheres of two parallel universes. The somber intro is stuffed by organic gurglings and takes an episcopal form with the funeral laments of the big bells when some pulsations come to chase away the pastoral elements to awaken the tears of a violin which cries in the voices of a ghost choir. The harmonies of the violin awaken in us soft memories of medieval epic movies when aggressive percussions drum a furious dance where the electronic approach is confronted with the opposite lines of violins; one which cuts the rhythm of curt riffs and the other which puts them to sleep it in a beautiful structure of lullaby. Puzzling but effective! The arpeggios which spin in "Little Bird Big Trip" remind me of Jean Michel Jarre's Arpeggiator in Concerts in China. They will dance throughout this dishevelled structure where the electronic ambiences flirt with Babylonian film approaches on percussions of fire. It's doubtless the most electronic track of “Bravura Apasionada”. "Otra Vida" is an incursion in a poetic medieval universe where the tribal influences of Enigma are skillfully transposed on a structure of circular and delicately stroboscopic rhythm. The voice of Matzumi is wonderful. It floats of her ethereal singings in the flying sparks of percussions and Frabk Steffen Mueller's clanic prose on acoustic guitar of which adds an unsuspected depth to a music which overflows imagination. "Perdoname" concludes “Bravura Apasionada” with a lively clannish rhythm. An enthralling circular rhythm where the manual percussions thunder under harmonic loops and where the bewitching voice of Kathrin Manz puts to sleep indomitable orchestrations which are the cradle of a fascinating journey between two very bordering universes.
Sylvain Lupari (November 21st, 2013)
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mercredi 20 novembre 2013
1 The Opening 5:31
2 Sun Racer 6:19
3 Through and Through 6:39
4 Almost Never 5:34
5 Lost 6:55
6 Only Ashes 13:11
7 Through Tears 8:31
8 Edge of Tomorrow 7:04
9 Found 7:24
10 For the Ages 5:31
SpottedPeccary|SPM-9074 (CD/DDL 72:35) **** (Ambient, melodious and progressive New Age)
I had remained a little bit tepid. When I heard “Found”, and this was after the lascivious Robert Schroeder's Slow Motion, I hooked on it instantly. I had found that beautiful but not so charming, as many reviewers had described it at that time. Thus, I aged or I quieten down? I ask because this last album of David Helping & Jon Jenkins is as much intense as poignant and also very melodious. And I adored this warm mood of melancholy. And yet, it's of the same harvest as The Crossing with rhythms skilfully fed by gorgeous percussions patterns and galloping riffs of guitar which explode of their dualities between more serene phases and bursts of harmonies as so smooth as the promptness of these rhythms which separate the shadows of the forms. And the ambiences! Molded in lines of synth and the tears of guitars with spectral depths and into great iridescent arabesques, they float such as winds of harmonies in a sound universe as rich than unpredictable.
And we hear them with the nebulous synth lines which blow the intro of "The Opening" and which slowly takes us towards a smooth slow rhythm. These synth lines which float like half-abstracted and half-musical breezes are the soul of “Found”. They float with their contradictions in a musical universe where the ear connects in the eye in order to weave the unreal images of a sound panorama which only the dreams can forge. They weave ambiences sometimes sibylline and sometimes oniric throughout an album where the guitar chords sing suspended airs which roll their harmonies in loops. We are slowly let ourselves rock by the slow rhythm of "The Opening". Not really a down-tempo, nor really a rock, the rhythm is lascivious and flows with fine jolts through the notes of a dreamy guitar. At once, we spot the musical signature of David Helping and his very pronounced influences for the poetic universe of Patrick O'Hearn. "Sun Racer" is a more livened up piece of music. The rhythm adopts a sort of Arabian clanic approach on a structure where the percussions thunder as much as they cement its indecisions inside a rhythmic pattern in constant reflection between its brief quiet phases, its dreamy melodies and its long ride of jolts drummed by an impressive pattern of percussions. The moments of calm, as the harmonious passages, are followed by a rhythmic and harmonic intensity which reaches its peak little after the 4th minute. It's at same time cadenced and oniric, like the heavy and tribal "Lost" and its guitar solos which caress the ghosts of melodies forgotten in a dense sound cloud. "Through and Through" is my first very favorite on “Found”. Its intro offers a musical book of delicate notes of guitar which hang around as they daydream with the fragile notes of piano. The ambiences are of dreams. And quietly "Through and Through" assembles its elements of rhythms scattered through some fine melodies which ring in the resonances of percussions and of their echoes of felted wood. The ambiences become more intense and the music more poignant, while the percussions beat a lascivious heaviness which refuses its constantly in quiet veils of ether. This is a great track which explodes of a dramatic final where the guitar draws its solos in the shadow of a melody eaten away by melancholy. "Almost Never" brings us towards the somber ambient side of “Found” with a slow meditative structure where are dragging notes of guitar which roll its wandering in the shape of looping harmonies in a thick veil of sibylline breezes. This veil is a meshing of synth lines and fine tears of guitars whose the symbiosis is forging some somber sonic clouds with arabesques painted in dark and in translucent tints. A pattern which is the source of "Only Ashes", "Through Tears" and the title-track which are beautiful jewels of very meditative ambient music where the ghosts of melodies float through a guitar as so discreet than a much contemplative piano, in particular in the very beautiful "Only Ashes", a track which redefined the borders of dark ambient music by being so melodious, and "Found" which is a bit more attractive with the beautiful voice of Miriam Stockley. "Edge of Tomorrow" is another superb melody which reminds me vaguely the occult structures of Patrick O'Hearn on El Dorado. It's as much beautiful and striking as "Through and Through". Just like "For the Ages" which ends “Found” with a hard-hitting final that capsize the soul so much it's striking.
The color and the forms of music take root in an imagination sewn of golden thread. It's exactly what “Found” is made of. David Helping & Jon Jenkins draw some musical panoramas which melt in our most fictionalized dreams where the feelings are fed by structures which draw their sweetnesses from the abandonment of their impromptu rhythms. Like brooks of meditative melodies which cry in the shadows of a pensive piano and in the harmonies of a guitar of which the solos and lamentations liquefy within the soft textures of synths to the sibylline breezes, “Found” pours all its sonic horizons under the thunders of its percussions in order to feed well our always gaping ears. In fact, I aged or I quieten down? Maybe I passed too quickly over The Crossing.
Sylvain Lupari (November 19th, 2013)
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dimanche 17 novembre 2013
1 SlowMo 13:07
2 The Inside of my Soul 10:24
3 A Sign of Light 9:35
4 Synergy Effects 9:26
5 Pertinax Love 5:31
6 Space Lifter 6:13
7 Relax 4:49
8 Time is Running Out 4:35
Spheric Music|SMCD-2029 (CD 63:33) ****½
(Ambient hypnotic and minimalist Berlin School rhythms)
Oh do I love that! These long hypnotic structures and their circular rhythms which swirl softly into slow zigzagging spirals delicately stroboscopic. Do I love that! It's magnetizing and it nails us immediately in our armchair, the eyes well riveted in the oblivion to contemplate the allegorical forms of rhythms and their geometrical dismantlings in perpetual movement. Welcome in “Slow Motion”; a real journey in the heart of ambient rhythms where Robert Schroeder never does things by halves."SlowMo", "The Inside of My Soul" and "A Sign of Light" unites their 33 minutes to offer us one of the most beautiful structures of morphic rhythms conceived by the brilliant synth wizard from Aachen since a very long time. Let's say since … Paradise! "SlowMo" goes between our ears with fine arpeggios which skip delicately. Reverberating bass chords, liquid noises, electronic language and lines of choir stuff this delicate floating intro which quietly takes the shape of a long ambient minimalist movement. Staggering with an absolutely delicious sonic drunkenness, the soporific rhythm of "SlowMo" leans on sober percussions which open the doors of hypnosis. Strangely, I have the impression to be thrown in the time of Galaxy Cygnus-A or Computer Voice. Only the contemporaneousness of the sound layer betrayed this sensation to belong to another era. Master- architect of his structure, Schroeder waters "SlowMo" of contiguous tones and parallel harmonies with pads of absent choirs, diverse effects of scattered percussions, drum'n'bass lines, organic gurglings and strings of sequences which get loose and move in structures of parallel rhythms as much melodic as hypnotic which double the rhythmic depth of this superb cosmic down-tempo. We are in weightlessness and we swirl with this morphic waltz which grows rich every second of these sonic elements which collide as electronic balls and of these fragmented thunders of rhythms unique of Schroeder's directory. Brilliant! "The Inside of My Soul" follows with a slow ambiospherical intro which gulps down the last jumping keys of "SlowMo". The movement becomes of ambiences with eclectic tones which charm and tame themselves while that quietly a slow morphic veil weaved in absent choruses seized of these scattered sonic fragments which feed the slow growth of "The Inside of My Soul". The rhythm emerges from nowhere. It breathes throughout shamanic little bells of which the “tchi-tchi” are bewitching the clanic percussions which are druming an absent rhythm. A rhythm which becomes a little clearer with the arrival of a soft jerky line of sequences which makes beat its keys with delicate movements of spasms. Very relaxing horns of trumpets are watering this rhythm which sparkles from everywhere and of any forms, as organic as electronic. Once again, Robert Schroeder goes out of his zone of comfort by weaving a rhythm of which the complexity is at no moment flouted by its dodecaphonic approach. The movement may be ambient and minimalist that we cannot ignore this meshing of lines of rhythms which intertwine in a fascinating symbiosis where the funk marries the tribal into a sonic atmosphere which doesn't stop growing rich. Perfumes of Food For Fantasy float everywhere around this long track, as well as on "A Sign of Light" which aims to be a more rhythmical conclusion. The movement is lascivious with lines of trumpets which blow over floating choruses. Wandering arpeggios drag their solitary melodies here and there while the rhythm is shaken by thunders of clanic percussions and runs away with an approach of drum'n'bass which mixes funk and trip-hop into an envelope always finely stroboscopic.
If these first 30 minutes reveal us all the arsenal of rhythms from Robert Schroeder's very eclectic universe in a long track segmented in 3 parts, the rest of “Slow Motion” is not more diminished here. There are still another 30 minutes of MÉ which is situated in a class apart. And it begins with the ambiences of "Synergy Effects" of which the weak organic rhythm, caressed by Vangelish synth singings and angelic breezes, passes by arrhythmic phases where a thick cloud of metal in fusion tones and electronic chirping are rummaging in search of the slightest pulsation. Then follows "Pertinax Love" and its jerked pantings as well as its pulsations which beat resolutely quiet for an ambience at the edge of the breathlessness. Another line of pulsation emerges. It runs with percussions and rattlers while that synth pads throw the first harmonies which cry in the crossroads of a stroboscopic line and heavy percussions which hammer a slow leaden rhythm. I hear some harmonies of Paradise on this extremely catchy music piece where the hard rhythm is fading out a bit in order to give room to a more serene approach. Softer than "A Sign of Light", "Space Lifter" caresses nevertheless its tempo of drum'n'bass. A cosmic drum'n'bass, even ambient, that West Indian percussions and Mexican trumpets lines save from its morphic envelope. The cosmic lines of synth which take hostage the very cosmic beginning of "Relax" remind me of Jean Michel Jarre's very spatial atmospheres. There is a soft and very discreet stroboscopic structure which encircles this rather ambient rhythm of "Relax" that Schroeder is seasoning of his artifices, as rhythmic as sonic, creating fragments of rhythms and melodies lost as well as in space as in seraphic voices. "Time is Running Out" closes “Slow Motion” with this envelope of cosmic harmony that surrounds "Relax" and which is inspired by the cosmic moods of Jarre. The rhythm is at some points identical, although very segmented, to the structures of eclectic rhythms that surround this last Robert Schroeder album.
The aimed goal of “Slow Motion” is to bring the listener towards phases of rhythmic relaxations which want to be antidotes to the very excessive pace of life. But what I mainly retain is that it also continues where had stopped Ferro OXID. In this sense that it's an album rich in very diversified rhythms which beat in a sonic envelop in constant development that Robert Schroeder imagined so well, and with lot of genius, since years. A sonic world as well ethereal as eclectic and purely electronic where Robert Schroeder's rhythm'n'sound pattern spreads its paintings of bewitchments. And more than ever, Schroeder is inspired by his classics whose airs are vaguely floating behind each composition of “Slow Motion”, it was the same thing with Ferro OXID, making of these albums two timeless bridges between two musical philosophies of which the fusion reaches an electronic nirvana of an incredible sound wealth.
Sylvain Lupari (November 16th,2013)
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