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- If desolation could be encapsulated in sound, then it would probably be this collaborative album from Macedonian Boban Ristevski and Zumaia from France, released a few days ago. Consisting of a single track cleverly titled after its running length, this begins with a blast of fetid winds blowing across an arid industrial landscape, buildings standing empty and ruinous, debris littering the concrete standings, and what vegetation that lives is sickly and only alive because it’s cowering behind walls and deeply sheltered recesses. Not only that, but the flora is joined by the remnants of the local fauna, mutated and twisted beyond recognition. A distorted, muffled voice emerges out of the blinding, dust- and rust-laden wind to speak or perhaps to warn: simultaneously a strange, insistent metallic ringing is heard from somewhere unidentified, the source obscured by that veil of dust and soil riding the air, its persistence and timbre setting the mind on edge, admonishing us to venture no closer. Perhaps it’s some manner of mechanism, somehow still operational but faulty, enacting its purpose out of programmed custom.

Everywhere we look we see devastation, physical and social. Society and civilisation have collapsed, whatever’s left of mankind has either fled to safer havens or reverted to a pre-industrial level of existence. The sky above, what we can make out of it, is yellow and jaundiced, a weak sun bravely attempting to pierce the thick suffocating cloud cover. Post-apocalyptic yes, but not necessarily nuclear-generated – given the present looming threats of unnaturally accelerated climatic change, perhaps what this is outlining for us is a picture of our future, one where all we took for granted is taken away from us.

Its deliberate lack of development and evolution points to a slow but inevitable degradation, a fading away into dissolution and disintegration. The wind dies down, leaving the voice and the ringing, until eventually the whole fades into just the lone ringing, quietly sounding out into an empty world. The two artists here have created something quite darkly mesmerising – a deeply black prognosis of the current path we’re taking. It’s bleak, austere, cold, gloomy, dark, polluted, and catastrophic, and is truly affecting.

Head over to Kalamine Record’s Bandcamp page to grab yourself a copy:

https://kalaminerecords.bandcamp.com/track/00-52-22

Psymon Marshall 2019.

( http://1208fullerave.blogspot.com/2019/08/boban-ristevski-zumaia-005222.html )

- I mentioned in my review of DR’s Tea Sessions album recently just how impressed I was by France’s Kalamine Records’ output, and this compilation has done nothing to diminish my opinion. This is the third in the Inside/Beside series, and if this is the measure of the quality on the previous two entries then I am just going to have to gird my loins and investigate them too.

This is a ‘name your own price’ release, and for whatever you decide to give you get 17 tracks of drone, dark ambient, experimental, electronic, and industrial sound tapestries, whose general theme is an ecological one. Track one, Yann Pillas’ ‘Dialogue Between Crickets and Kraken’ is exactly that, opening with the chirruping of crickets at twilight, until they fade out to be replaced by a ringing siren, a harbinger of, or a signal to, something deeper and darker lurking in the depths, waiting for darkness so it can emerge with impunity. Punctuations of underwater distortions presage its arrival, an answering call and an acknowledgement that the time is propitious. We are greeted with yet more natural sounds on ‘Open Window--Aube à Villa Lagarina’ but this time of birds singing against a susurrating backdrop, with incidental sounds and an organ gently fading in but never quite supplanting nature’s orchestra. Continuing with yet more nods to avian life, Billy Yfantis’ ‘Bird in Ventilator’ is pretty much that – a chirping bird carolling over a deep machine drone.

I, Eternal’s ‘En Auxois’ appears on the face of it to be a freeform percussive piece, using what appear to be metallic and wooden instruments, but could just actually be a field recording of a herd of Auxois horses… saying that doesn’t invalidate it as a distinctly abstract sound collage, however: for some these are everyday sounds, but for those of us outside this culture it’s a way of creating alien vistas as well as informing us of the bizarre nature, when heard in isolation, of the sounds we ignore every day in our own lives.

Next up is Peter Wullen’s ‘Face of the Grass’, and again we are treated to the sounds of birds competing with the phrase “faces of the grass” looped endlessly. Mean Flow’s ‘Earth Dies’ is a lament for what we’ve lost and are continuing to lose, as the earth and its life is slowly strangled and suffocated. Here we have more natural sounds, over which plays a forlorn piano figure accompanied by a plucked melody– a sad indictment too of our wilful ignorance in denying our deleterious impact on the world. Muwn’s ambient ‘Nature’s Heart’ is a crunching walk on a hollow drone, a delicate path leading into the secret centres of Nature itself, where its beating heart resides. Here again natural sounds, buzzing and whispering, assail our ears, a reminder that perhaps we aren’t the masters after all, only the guardians.

Following on from this is ‘Bird’ by Wanqa, a gentle flute and guitar refrain lulling you into a false sense of comfort until a female voice, completely out of tune and off-key interjects, destroying whatever harmony was there. Balance is restored with a guitar melody, but the memory of the voice lingers, perhaps signalling that it is humanity that’s the sour note in Nature’s symphony. A mechanical bass note stalks the opening of Saint l’Abîme’s ‘Machinery Rusts Beaten by the Rainforest’, stomping through a place where life abounds aplenty, all the while singing a weird melody, one which breaks up and disintegrates. What I get from this is that, whatever happens to us, Nature will prevail over our legacy – it’s not the pliant entity we imagine it to be. ‘Waterfall’, by RG Rough, is a beautiful column of dark ambient drone, swelling and receding, but forever in motion. Lavatone’s contribution features sounds of waterfowl, upon a quiet creek somewhere (presumably in Aberdeen, Texas), until a jet aircraft soars high above – this reminded me of my childhood summers, when I would hear a distant jet engine, look up into a perfectly blue sky, and see the white speck of an airliner trailing vapours overhead. It sounds exactly like this: ground-level sounds carry on without interruption while the booming sounds echo from far above.

Larbjo experiments with metallic belches and glitchiness, presenting us with a fractured soundscape of dismembered and misremembered events. Lezet’s ‘Stream’ starts with a laughing duck (or so it sounds like) while a distant thrumming melody plays in the background. Zumaia’s ‘Defectus’ wings in on a scratchy high-pitched howl which stretches out for its entire running time, sounding like a desolate lament to a ravaged Earth. It’s not a particularly optimistic piece – winds rage across a denuded world, the flora and fauna long-since vanished, leaving behind a waterless and airless world of pale rock and sickly dust.

Uruly’s ‘Que Vanha a Chuva (Só os Fortes Entenderão… Ou os Que Gostam de Chapéu) (6x mais lento)’ (which translated means ‘The Rain Comes! (Only the Strong Will Understand… Or the Hatters) (6x slower)’) is a two minute blast of wall noise, blistering and abrasive – pretty much what will happen if the Earth dies by our hands. ‘Chernobyl’s Prayer’, composed by BR, is the longest track on here (just shy of 15 minutes) and is a kind of rhythmic noise blast, not as ear-wax melting as the previous offering but just as effective in portraying ruin, erosion, and the utter degradation of an entire planet. Like Uruly’s effort it doesn’t offer any rays of hope, or sunshine for that matter, instead piling layer upon layer of darkness and suffocation. In other words, a funeral pall for Gaia.

‘Råstasjön Meditation’ closes out the album, and here Nimbostratus leaves us with a quiet susurration, with the apparent objective of being a calming antidote to the obliterative blasts of nuclear serration on the previous tracks. However, that’s just superficial: the rumbles and voices at the end tell a different story, that this is now a ghost world, a place of lost people and lost memories, a haunted rock, where the shades of the living wander about in abject despair. If Hell exists, then we’ve created it ourselves: our ignorance and denial have conspired to bring us to this pass, and now there is no return. The saddest aspect is that there’s nothing and no one to remember us, only the universe and we never mattered to it in the first place. It’s a very sobering conclusion, one we should take note of.

Taken in the round, this not just a warning but a plea: a plea for action before it all disappears. A request that we leave behind human greed and covetousness, ignorance and denial, and instead embrace concern and compassion for not only our fellow people but also everything that calls this Earth its home. As many have pointed out, there is no Planet B: this is our only home. Listening to this merely brings home the beauty and splendour that we are destroying – and it is also a savage appraisal of the shortcomings of our species.

Available from the Kalamine Records Bandcamp page as a download:

https://kalaminerecords.bandcamp.com/album/inside-beside-3-2

Psymon Marshall 2019.

( https://1208fullerave.blogspot.com/2019/09/various-insidebeside-3.html )

' Collab ' with Zumaia ( Out now from Kalamine Records )

- https://kalaminerecords.bandcamp.com/track/00-52-22

Што читаше ‘ Мојот свет на окултизам ’ во Септември

-       Лисица – Дубравка Угрешиќ

Во последно време, се фатив себеси како читам повеќе женски авторки – писателки (од различни области – Катица Ќулавкова, со нејзините согледби за херменевтиката или толкувањето на идентитетите; Мерсиха Исмајлоска – анализа на Алиса во земјата на чудата и Алиса во светот на огледалото од Луис Карол; Хелена Петровна Блавацка – нејзиниот начин на вовед во подрачјето на теозофијата; Мила Виклео, со нејзината верзија на популарната психологија и мотивациското говорништво; Лилјана Пецова – Илиеска, која ја согледува и дефинира реалистичната приказна од македонскиот фолклор)... Така што, автобиографскиот роман Лисица од хрватската писателка Дубравка Угрешиќ (мое прво дело од оваа прва дама на ексјугословенската книжевност) спонтано се наметна како своевиден врв и шлаг на повеќето различни вариетети на женското писмо.

Ова одлично книжевно дело изобилува со ведрина, леснотија во раскажувањето и воедно извонредна и остроумна длабочина, допирајќи повеќе разновидни аспекти и упатства, насоки или совети за начините на кои може да се пишува, што претставува пишувањето или поопшто кажано – за психологијата на современиот човек и неговата уметност. Дубравка Угрешиќ е прониклива во согледувањето на нештата, има пристап со извонредна длабочина и убаво ги спојува темите, градејќи една импозантна градба со ткаењето на литературниот текст, што само направи да бидам пољубопитен да откријам и некои од нејзините други книги. Зборовите имаат моќ! Дури и вака суптилно соопштени... Можеби токму поради тоа!

Оцена – 5 / 5

-       Ѕуница околу пирустијата – Васко Ташковски

На промоцијата на првата збирка со хаику поезија од Сандра Авросиевска (една од ќерките на Васко Ташковски), Владимир Мартиновски како промотор спомена, меѓу другото, дека за автобиографијата на сликарот и академик Васко Ташковски, насловена Ѕуница околу пирустијата, карактеристичен е и токму специфичниот и препознатлив хаику – момент.

Ова е многу моќно и интересно напишано дело / автобиографија од Васко Ташковски, за којашто, како што забележува и една од неговите ќерки, а тој тоа го пренесува, карактеристична е и една непосредност што се граничи со некој вид на детски или навидум инфантилен поглед врз нештата и во кое дело авторот навлегува длабоко во различните фази од текот на неговиот живот, опишувајќи ги, меѓу другото или најчесто, и слоевитите состојби и процеси околу неговото дело и ликовно творештво. Споменати се врските што Ташковски ги одржувал со писателите Томе и Тамара Арсовски (чести посетители на неговото ателје), потоа односот и сличностите со Славко Јаневски (близок и сличен по сензибилитет со своето книжевно и ликовно творештво до Ташковски), инспирираноста од страна на книжевникот Влада Урошевиќ во однос на тоа да напише нешто во врска со ликовните дела на Ташковски, итн.

Одлично дело! Да завршиме со еден од афоризмите што се споменати во делото: Ако сакаш за некого да пишуваш, треба прво да го “прочиташ”.

Оцена – 5 / 5