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RLW - i.k.k. purpur

Format: CD
Label & Cat.Number: SIRR Records sirr 0025
Release Year: 2006
Note: reworkings of the Christmas-7" (Meeuw Muzak) by RLW, ANDREW DEUTSCH, STEPHEN VITIELLO, BHOB RAINEY, etc..
Price (incl. 19% VAT): €14.00

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Wenn das CHRSTOPH SCHMID wüsste! Sein Weihnachtslied IHR KINDERLEIN KOMMET (1794) erschien schon, basierend auf Gesangsversuchen des RLW-Töchterchens Sonja, auf einer wunderbar schrägen Christmas-Single für MEEUW MUZAK. Diese Basics wurden nun von RLW und diversen anderen weiterverwurstet, so dass z.T. nicht mehr wirklich viel davon übrigblieb (z.B. lediglich Sonja’s ATMEN).
DAN WARBURTON, ANDREW DEUTSCH, CHRIS HALLIWELL, STROTTER INST., STEPHEN VITIELLO, und eine Improvisation von RLW mit JOHANNES FRISCH und BHOB RAINEY. Das Spektrum reicht von konkreten Impro-Collagen bis hin zu undurchdringlichem Nebel-Drone-Geäst (z.B. ANDREW DEUTSCHs fantastische Bearbeitung), kein einziger Ausfall! Etwas zum konzentrierten Zuhören und definitiv zu empfehlen! [Es sind übrigens noch viel mehr Bearbeitungen des Stückes von anderen Anti-Christen in die Welt gesetzt worden, auf dieser CD nur eine erste Auswahl!!]

"the i.k.k.-project started in 1794, when christoph schmid wrote the lyrics for ihr kinderlein kommet, using a melody by contemporary composer johann abraham peter schulz. it was performed soon after in thanhausen an der mindel for the first time. in 2001, a few weeks before xmas, i recorded my daughter sonja (aged 5 then) singing some of her favourite xmas tunes. wonderful recordings. her singing is full of emotional power and she even hits the right notes from time to time. the interesting moments are when her voice is moving around those notes. instead of burying those recordings in the archive i came back to them soon after, because jos moers (the owner of the label meeuw muzak) was asking me to contribute to a series of xmas 7"s he does once every year. so i recorded one for him early in 2002 for 2003's yearly event: merry merry. side 2 has a funny piece composed from a transformed ihr kinderlein kommet. when the 7" was done i had the impression that the transformed sounds had a quality of their own, so i used them for further transformations, as well as to compose a new piece of about 15 minutes: i.k.k. - purpur - scharlachrot. following my inclination for collaborative works i thought that this material could be of interest, not only for me, but also for other artists to work with. so i prepared a cd-r with the existing versions and some basic material from the piece. pieces have been submitted by dan warburton, andrew deutsch, chris halliwell, strotter inst., stephen vitiello and frisch/rainey/wehowsky." [label info]

“Neurodegenerative interpretations of a piece by Ralf Wehowsky, based on a Christmas song named "Ihr Kinderlein Kommet" which he recorded in 2001 as sung by his daughter Sonja - five years old at that time - then excruciatingly altered for his own compositional purposes. Some of the basic materials were later sent to Dan Warburton, Andrew Deutsch, Chris Halliwell, Strotter Inst., Stephen Vitiello, Johannes Frisch and Bhob Rainey who all invented completely new works for the occasion - alone or with RLW himself. The potential of these electroacoustic protrusions is immeasurable, but something stands higher than the rest for my own taste: both the author's opening track and Warburton's handpicked segments are ruthless and moving, juxtaposing elements of purity (little Sonja's breath intakes, to name one) and subhuman feelings; we're left incapacitated of redrawing the boundaries separating our instinctive attraction to something we don't know and the invisible guard forcing us outside the chance of fronting a bitter truth. Strotter Inst. manipulates Lenco turntables and RLW sounds to raise a growing sense of mental fuss, like if he wanted to melt us with boiling vinyl. The final collaborative track sees Wehowsky, Frisch and Rainey making acousmatic riptides of uncomfortable, user-unfriendly remarks which elicit welcome ruptures in our flavourless normality.” [Massimo Richi,Touching Extremes]