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threads:
modern-psych
minimalism-drones
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| | | dekorder (germany) #dekorder 52 lp datashock “pyramiden von gießen” double long playing record set - intro
- lasagne phalanx
- chiahonania leder boots
- die pyramiden von gießen
- kanal telemedial energieausgleich
- das märchen vom zauberbergi
- datashock, the mothership reactivated, flying
- der fröbelturm
- schlupp vom grünen stern
- outro
| april 2011 release ; ... sprawling, double-lp (burnt) offering from these german snake-handlers, now with ulf schütte, pascal hector, christian berghoff, jan stütz, jan werner (different jan werner than mouse on mars’ / lithops’ jan werner), sebastien haas, ronnie oliveras, martina ripplinger, and ruth-maria adam all numbering with/in the ranks ...
... aside from being one of the contemporary era’s finest proponents of “commune psych” (stoned, lilting international / harvester / träd gräd och stenär moves for days) the more “quiet storm” -lineage materials really show their arrival as a cohesive unit, breaking away from the group-mind excess(es) of their peers & yields a fine hour-plus of mature, super-chill contemporary psychedelic rock, rich with texture & timbral depth belying their short time-on-earth ... |
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datashock
pyramiden von gießen
2lp
datashock is a south-german collective of young punks pretending to be old hippies. they have released albums on qbico, textile, chocolate monk and their own meudiademorte label, and have collaborated with family battle snake, aidan baker and black to comm. pyramiden von gießen is their most psychedelic, mature, song-oriented and krautrock-infused outing so far (think kosmische kuriere, ash ra tempel et al). it's a vinyl-only double-lp in a gorgeous fold-out cover with liner notes by seminal german cut-up poet and novelist jürgen ploog (see below). mastered by pete swanson (yellow swans) and cut at dubplates & mastering.
nomadic sounds
sounds, what are they? where do they come from, where do they go to? they come from the space of nomadic sounds which surrounds the planet. they can dissolve without being heard, or they can temporarily fuse into bodies of sound and fly through the layers of the stratossphere, dancing like chimeras. they can rotate or make their rounds and penetrate heads and bodies. like shadows, falling down on invisible images. attempts to render sounds visible remain in vain. they avoid noise.
sounds densify to drafts and sketches pervading space. he who listens closely can use them for orientation. whereto? he wonders, in an effort to follow them, their image being too seductive. sometimes they betray him and he gets lost in an infinity beyond our grasp, where the soundless western lands are, the destiny of caravans of musicians, wise men and priests and where there are no road signs...where human creatures dissolve in the flickering of bells and sail out to the land of the dead.
the tonal outlines gradually fade and the gaze of the sphinx loses itself. the horizon is a line of shadows above which, glimmering in the backlight, pyramides of sound rise again and again, like fata morganas. behind all this, the desert turns into a land of shadows. a hint of silence glides across endless dunes. the traveller rides on waves of sound, while losing his last pieces of baggage, experience and the identity familiar to him.
he senses that perception becomes a vehicle by which he travels. he starts to live in it and with it enabling him to leave his body behind and to move in time. in this phase, his memories start to fade until they are extinguished and he dissolves in sounds and colours. he has entered the space of simultanities.
more and more mummies, enroute by package tour to the western land stay behind. some believe they could make it to space on their bicycles. they are called fellaheen of the future. they simply left the highway of monotony and loneliness, which they thought too cumbersome, in order to make it to the land of dreams.
flesh, the only weapon the traveller has left, becomes blunter and blunter with every step. it becomes annoying, like the smell of carrion floating around his thighs. in the sucking emptiness above the sand he can smell the fear. it is paraphrased by a hieroglyph for final solitude, which like a beast of prey can turn into a curse of malignance and desperation and, chase the hiker into the hopeless salt hills of the sekbha.
gradually the caravan of courtiers, musicians and artists stays behind. demons disguised as prophets or members to the cult of osiris. they travel with an astonishing armory of portable burial chambers and foldable pyramides, which they set up in no time when pilgrims turn up. sensually deprived are secretly offered pin-ups of alamut women, who are famous for their erotic aura and impatient to be brought to life by the biting smell of ozone of hassan i sabbah, while succubi and incubi from persia and india are chanting encouraging songs.
a man paints the tail of a comet into the sky. he knows that the comet, like halley, will miss the planet. “come with me, stranger, i will take you on a rocket trip.” in a dark valley the candidate is scanned with a radiometer by a virginal dragonfly. no written word is allowed on the trip. what is paper, after all? it is nothing but mutilated memory, says someone, who claims to be a pilot of dreams. he insists that he can leave his body with the help of sounds. with a click of the tongue, they take off into space, where the gaze fades away in a tepid trickle...
a current of air carries them onto the silent sea and into the solitude of sounds.
- jürgen ploog |
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