MY CAT IS AN ALIEN — Mort aux Vaches
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Die bereits seit 1994 bestehende Serie "live in the studio at VPRO in Amsterdam" geht in die 61te Runde (kurios, plötzlich gibt es Katalognummern!)... "...Das lentikulare Cover zeigt im Raffereffekt billiger 3D-Wackelbilderl das putzige Vektorgesicht einer Katze, welches sich mit zunehmender Schieflage in die Fratze einer außerirdischen Mieze verwandelt. Hach, treffender kann man einen Bandnamen nicht illustrieren, der Schriftzug MORT AUX VACHES unterhalb der ganzen Geschichte darf sich dabei einen ebensolchen Gaukeleffekt gefallen lassen. Die Musik scheint sich dabei so gar nicht der mäandernden Form der Umverpackung zu verschreiben. Die unbetitelten Stücke klingen als hätten Tortoise im Studio ihren Sampler fallen gelassen, welcher nun im Hold-Modus einzelne Takes ihrer Stücke anhält und als Dauerloop in die Effektsektion des Studios feuert. Neben sanften Gitarrendrones, klingelnden Löffeln in Kaffeetassen sowie reichlich synthetisch wirkende Vogelstimmen bemerkt man nach kurzer Zeit einen ausgeprägten Hang der Akteure zum Improvisieren. Wes Kind das Material nun wirklich ist, verrät der zweite Titel. Es klingelt und scheppert, Bleche rutschen über den Boden, Synthesizerakkorde verlaufen im Nichts und wirken phantomhaft auf die zusammenlaufenden Kanäle am Mischpult, Becken und Hi-Hats werden ihrer Würde beraubt und in clowneske Klangabfolgen gepresst. Fast 30 Minuten konkretsymphonisch-synthetische Echoräusche bzw. aurale LSD-Klangtapeten. Insgesamt ein reichlich psychedelisches Werk, welches sich in zahlreichen Stimmungsabfolgen wiederholt und neu entwickelt. Klarer Tipp des Monats." [Thorsten Soltau, AEMAG]
"... Can’t say there’s much drugged out difference than their earlier outings, but who cares. When this shit works, it works, and that their pussy mrows and sprays and spews in all those fabulous peculiar shift-ring mood color washes, all punctuated by sloshing anti-rhythms whirl sweeps and gushes, it’s hard to argue for them those nights when crushing along around 110 mph on some starlit road boarded by corn and crescent moon bizaree lights shut out all your car’s electrical systems. And there you are. Total darkness, ready to fuck.
Yes, this works. It’s gorgeous. This drone, it throws sparks and it updates what Taj Mahal Travellers did decades ago—perhaps by technology, who knows. But at the same time it attests to the timelessness of drone itself. The one thing I can distinguish here is that the kinetic movement these kitties pose—they’re always in motion, wailing, feedbacking. They serve a grit where those of 30 years ago could hardly conceive. This is post-komische, sans groove and those pitfalls. No longer are the need for the groove…because those are buried in there and they’re up for you to find. After all, it’s mostly all projection anyway. And then come the heavenly strings, part of that kinetic wonderment I alluded to earlier. And always the tension between the metals and the strings and sythns. My…my oh my. 10/10 " [P. Somniferum]
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"... Can’t say there’s much drugged out difference than their earlier outings, but who cares. When this shit works, it works, and that their pussy mrows and sprays and spews in all those fabulous peculiar shift-ring mood color washes, all punctuated by sloshing anti-rhythms whirl sweeps and gushes, it’s hard to argue for them those nights when crushing along around 110 mph on some starlit road boarded by corn and crescent moon bizaree lights shut out all your car’s electrical systems. And there you are. Total darkness, ready to fuck.
Yes, this works. It’s gorgeous. This drone, it throws sparks and it updates what Taj Mahal Travellers did decades ago—perhaps by technology, who knows. But at the same time it attests to the timelessness of drone itself. The one thing I can distinguish here is that the kinetic movement these kitties pose—they’re always in motion, wailing, feedbacking. They serve a grit where those of 30 years ago could hardly conceive. This is post-komische, sans groove and those pitfalls. No longer are the need for the groove…because those are buried in there and they’re up for you to find. After all, it’s mostly all projection anyway. And then come the heavenly strings, part of that kinetic wonderment I alluded to earlier. And always the tension between the metals and the strings and sythns. My…my oh my. 10/10 " [P. Somniferum]
www.staalplaat.com