kortkritik

Trance Thursday

RF 2023: Gabber Modus Operandi
© Sanne Krogh Groth
© Sanne Krogh Groth

Why Gabber Modus Operandi from Bali was booked for Roskilde's »avant-garde scene« Platform, which my 20-year-old son called the »boomer« scene, is a mystery. In 2018, when they made their European debut, it was at the seminal Berliner festival CTM at the club Berghain. Since then, they have traveled around the world and were featured on Björk's new album in autumn 2022.

The music and the trance party, on the other hand, went straight in – a mix of new and previously released tracks, all produced by Kasimyn and spiced up by Ican Harem with his wild performance. The tracks provide the foundation to the trance, but it is Harem who controls it with song, recitation and growl and with an insistent audience address primarily in Indonesian. 

It was loud and intense, and the trance-happy festival audience, who had turned up in large numbers, had plenty of opportunity to dance. The individual character of the tracks is found in characteristic and slower pentatonic themes played by samples that sound like slompret (Javanese wind instrument, as in the track Sandikala), bonang (small gong) and synth (Genduwuro), and Indonesian song/speech (Hey Nafsu). A local Indonesian jumble woven into a global borderless music machine.

Jathilan is the name of an Indonesian ritual dance in which knights on reed horses travel out to defend the sultan, but along the way are possessed by the spirits of the forest. Jathilan is currently particularly popular in Java in local contexts in city and countryside, where both dancers and the audience can get in trance, which is led by a "fusion gamelan" consisting of Indonesian gamelan, drum set, synthesizer and whatever else is in the neighborhood. Everything is electrically amplified and blown out through distorting speaker towers – preferably with over 110 DB. The aesthetics are breathtaking and something quite unique.

Gabber Modus Operandi precisely finds, among many other on- and off-line curiosities, inspiration in jathilan. They too have travelled out, however, without reed horses, classic Indonesian dance costumes and instruments. Instead, they have brought us high-tempo electronic dance music (EDM). Hard pumping metallic noisy beats here reaching 120 DB. Towards the end, they invited us to sit on the floor. The trance now took form as a call to prayer, meditation and contemplation.

kortkritik

Ekkoer fra en glemt tid 

Raed Yassin: »Phantom Orchestra«
© PR
© PR
26. march

De abstrakte, collage-lignende »Movements« på libanesiske Raed Yassins Phantom Orchestra er endnu et stykke samtidskunst født af coronakrisen. Som et fjernt ekko fra en tid, de fleste allerede har fortrængt, har den eksperimenterende kunstner samlet en række optagelser indspillet af en broget skare af Berlin-musikere – alle med ét fælles udgangspunkt: improvisation.

Over knap en time samler Yassin disse optagelser i syv progressive suiter, der strækker sig fra cirka 9 til 20 minutter. Og selvom det til tider bliver så sonisk kaotisk, at man må lede med lys og lygte efter et fælles lydmæssigt holdepunkt, er det en kreativt pirrende lytteoplevelse, når håndspillet percussion, baltisk folkesang og koto (japansk harpe) smelter sammen – vel at mærke uden, at musikerne nogensinde har været i samme rum.

Her gemmer sig en enormt inspirerende idé, der trækker lige meget på sampleæstetik og samtidskunst. Især fordi værkerne angiveligt er skabt ved hjælp af intet mindre end 12 pladespillere, hvilket tilfører et strejf af tilfældighed. Man må formode, at dette har krævet en betydelig grad af planlægning – hvilket kun gør det mere vildt, når man eksempelvis hører sammenspillet mellem modularsynth og trommer på »Movement III« eller den næsten gyseragtige kontrast mellem happy jazz-trompet, rablende vokaler og dæmonisk præpareret klaver på »Movement IV«.

Til tider er idéen bag værket mere fascinerende end selve lyden, men alt i alt er Phantom Orchestra et forrygende, smågalt eksperiment, drevet af en vilje til at skabe sammenspil i kaos. Et sidste ekko af pandemien – om at stå sammen hver for sig.

kortkritik

New Central American Tales

Xenia Xamanek: »Germinate [Imprint] Wilt [Stay]«
© PR
© PR
23. march

There is plenty of space around the many different sounds and voices narrating Central American horror stories on Honduran-Danish artist Xenia Xamanek’s album Germinate. The words »germinate« and »wilt« appear in the title, serving as fitting markers for the blossoming, bubbling, futuristic, and slightly eerie soundscape. A handful of voices fill the ears with mechanical, intense connections, swirling impressions of nature and language into the brain.

The album is a rare reinvention of the oratorio, the 18th-century religious opera genre featuring sung text fragments and wordless music. A significant departure from the dance floors Xamanek used to curate. Here, singers and an electro-acoustic soundscape tell stories through two simple, word-heavy recitatives, two arias with chanting narration, and electronic soundscapes.

There’s a calmness in Xenia Xamanek’s approach that can become utterly addictive. The material from their ancestral storytelling – and perhaps even the chanting narrative style – sets a scene that feels both warm and familiar. Yet at the same time, it turns original and alien as the calm of the words is challenged by dense patterns of simple sonic elements interacting with each other.

Oratorios in the 18th century lasted three hours and can easily feel distant and irrelevant today. But Xamanek’s album, rooted in the cuentos y leyendas de Honduras they heard in their childhood, offers three-quarters of an hour of presence – one that unexpectedly points forward.

kortkritik

Nye mellemamerikanske fortællinger

Xenia Xamanek: »Germinate [Imprint] Wilt [Stay]«
© PR
© PR
23. march

Der er masser af luft rundt om de mange forskellige lyde og stemmer, der fortæller mellemamerikanske gyserhistorier på honduransk-danske Xenia Xamaneks album Germinate. Ordene »spire« og »visne« er med i titlen, og de fungerer fint som markører for det blomstrende, piblende, futuristiske og let dystre lydbillede. Hvor en håndfuld stemmer fylder ørerne med mekaniske, intense forbindelser, der hvirvler indtryk af natur og ord ind i hjernen.

Albummet er noget så sjældent som en slags nytænkt oratorio, 1700-tallets religiøse operagenre med sungne tekstbidder og ordløs musik efter hinanden. Et godt stykke fra det dansegulv, Xamanek kommer fra at bestyre. Her fortæller sangerne og en elektro-akustisk lydside historier gennem to simple, ordrige recitativer, to arier med messende fortælling og elektroniske soundscapes. 

Der er en ro i Xenia Xamaneks tilgang, som man kan blive helt afhængig af. Stoffet fra deres rødders fortællinger – og måske også messende fortællestil – sætter en scene, som på den ene side er varm og hjemmevant. Men som på den anden side også bliver original og fremmedartet, når roen i ordene udfordres af små spil af fortættede mønstre af simple lydelementer, der interagerer.

Oratorier varede tre timer i 1700-tallet, og kan hurtigt i dag virke fremmede og uvedkommende. Xamaneks album med afsæt i de cuentos y leyendas de Honduras, som de hørte i barndommen, er til gengæld tre kvarters nærvær, som peger overraskende fremad. 

kortkritik

Fanget mellem for meget og for lidt

Amphior: »Disappearing«
Amphior. © Rikke Broholm
Amphior. © Rikke Broholm

Den elektroniske musiker Amphior AKA Mathias Hammerstrøm lægger positivt an: »Under the Stars« emmer af Twin Peaks-agtig melankolsk romantik tilført en urovækkende klang, som får forventningerne til at vokse. Allerede ved andet nummer står det dog klart, at lytteoplevelsen ikke vil være helt så positiv, som man ellers først kunne have forventet. 

»Time Is a Thief« imponerer nemlig slet ikke på samme måde. Ovenpå det klicheagtige tikkende ur i baggrunden gør hverken klavermelodien eller de atmosfæriske elementer megen væsen af sig, fastlåst i det intetsigende midterpunkt mellem for meget og for lidt.  Denne vekselvirkning mellem spændende numre og mere fyldagtige stykker viser sig desværre at præge udgivelsen som helhed.

Numrene »Healing« og »Disappearing« har begge gode melodier med en fin, æterisk, bittersød melankoli over sig. »Bloom« gør i lighed med »Time Is a Thief« også brug af et tikkende ur som baggrundselement, men til langt bedre effekt, da musikken ovenover er så meget mere fængende – ikke mindst pga. Stine Benjaminsens (AKA Recorder Recorder) afklippede vokalsamples, der giver nummeret en kærkommen underlig stemning. Udgivelsen rummer dog en række numre, der aldrig formår at efterlade et varigt indtryk, uanset hvor mange gange man lytter til dem. En melodi, der bare manglede lidt mere liv. En effekt, der med fordel kunne være blevet skruet op for. Det er en skam, for Hammerstrøm demonstrerer på omtrent halvdelen af numrene, at han evner at skabe virkelig smuk musik.

© Emilia Jasmin
© Emilia Jasmin

Saturday night at Huset’s Xenon stage was a true laboratory of sound, body, and technology. Two vastly different artists explored the expressive possibilities within sound and performance art. First, the Icelandic composer Sól Ey presented her performance Hreyfð («she is moved« in Islandic) wearing a suit equipped with microphones, speakers, and gyroscopes, her movements were transformed into sound. Through slow, deliberate motions, Ey tuned into different frequencies. Each gesture created a new auditory universe – ranging from soft, ethereal tones with the finest textures to distorted and aggressive noises, from cosmic whispers to fragmented radio signals that reminded me of NASA’s Voyager recordings. In complete silence, the audience observed Ey as she explored the sounds of outer space.

Afterward, the Japanese drummer Ryosuke Kiyasu stepped forward like a sonic warrior. With nothing but a snare drum, a table, and a microphone, he unleashed a relentless 30-minute sonic assault. He screamed, pounded, and perspired. He used both his own body and drumsticks. The audience held their breath as Kiyasu attacked his snare drum like a man determined to break through the limits of sound from within. And when he finally collapsed onto the floor, the room erupted in cheers.

While Sól Ey wove an intricate dialogue between technology and movement, Ryosuke Kiyasu launched a frontal attack on the material’s resistance. Both confronted the boundaries of sound with uncompromising dedication, demonstrating that sound art is not just about playing – but about transformation.