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| | | streamline (usa) #streamline 1026 lp charlemagne palestine / christoph heemann “saiten in flammen” long playing record - saiten in flammen (1) (14:45)
- saiten in flammen (2) (12:45)
| | click the play button to hear an excerpt of "saiten in flammen (1)" |
| march 2009 release ; “strings in flame” from christoph heemann & charlemagne palestine ...
so this is just about the perfect record ; starting in the lower registers of a (97-key !!!) bösendorfer imperial, palestine begins banging out a threnody of pulsing dread, which is immediately picked up & processed into a blur of impossibly deep electro-acoustic static by christoph ... the transparency of the collaboration is impressive ; rarely does this sound like two discrete components coming together, but instead a single monolithic work of epic proportion ...
easily one of the finest art-drone sets of the year thusfar ; that’s it’s housed in a gorgeous sleeve & issued at such an attractive price-point (drag city’s domestic manufacturing of all streamline issues these days certainly played a part in the record’s cost) is just icing on the cake ... i give this my highest recommendation !!! |
| | streamline press release... |
| charlemagne palestine + christoph heemann saiten in flammen lp march 17, 2009
saiten in flammen, a new album by charlemagne palestine and christoph heemann follows their collaborative work on palestine’s heavy-metal-piano workout “the apocalypse will blossom” with a more textural aproach. as on “the apocalypse...” the only sound source used throughout these two electro-acoustic explorations of the lower depths is the bösendorfer imperial grand piano, notorious for its unique resonant qualities. the title is a german translation of “strings aflame.”
... looking directly at the the cloud, he saw that it was not a cloud, although what it was he did not know. it was a massive wall of utter blackness that rose from where it met the surface of the downward sloping sand far into the sky, so that he was forced to crane his neck to see the top of it. lightning bolts still slashed across its face with devastating ferocity, and thunder crashed and rumbled. the wall, he saw or thought he'd saw, was a monstrous dam raised against the sky, and over the lip of it was pouring something that was not water, a gigantic waterfall of blackness that was not water, crashing down across the face of it, a waterfall so solid and unbroken that he did not see the actual falling of it, but only had the hypnotic sense of its falling. watching it, he realized that it was not only thunder he heard, but the deep, awful roar of whatever was falling over the lip of the dam, the niagara-like rushing sound of something falling down from great height, falling from the unknown into the unknown. it seemed to him that the very ground beneath him was trembling with the roar. |
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