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| | | young americans (uk) #youngam 002 lp suum cuique “midden” long playing record - lithic reduction
- red binary
- entropy
- cyclic redundancy
- frontogenesis
- even in death
| august 2010 release ; believe this is a solo record from one of the members of demdike stare, who i’ve yet to actually hear (not for lack of trying ; over the past 2 months i’ve walked into about 27 different record stores asking for one of their records ; not one of them had anything in stock) ...
regardless, i’m hearing this as a paean to all things lo-fi and synth ; mostly blackened dronescapes of the “light does not escape” varietal, with the occasional foray into bleak, mid-90s berlin lo-tech, and the attached arpeggiated twirler (i.e. the sound-sample to your left) ...
all of which sounds rather remarkable & retains a certain semblance of mystery, which is always well & good ... same folks that did the recent / essential daphne oram reissue ; they’re on the right path ... |
| | young americans press release... |
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“midden” by suum cuique
suum cuique (pronouned soom kwi-kwe, latin for “to each his own”) follows the remit of young americans to explore uncharted, experimental, and personal synthscapes, guided by the hand of intuition with an entirely analogue array of machines.
in ‘lithic reduction’ concrète textures grind like a millstone to release powdery clouds of analog dust, settling only to be dispersed by gusts of blackened distortion, whereas ‘red binary’ is distinctly electronic, revolving around muted radar bleeps like the resonance from saw ii soundtracking a speckly pill experience that’s starting to go west.
the album’s centrepiece, the aptly titled ‘entropy’ nods to the sublimely stoic work of eleh, radiating microtonal bass shifts while a bitter northerly wind builds in intensity. ‘cyclic redundancy’ opens the flipside with a majestically submerged slab of completely obliterated and submerged 4/4, like an unholy collusion between mika vainio, sandwell and bernard parmegiani soundtracking a trade union rave in the 1950’s, before ‘even in death…’ conjures imagery of a eulogy given by a mongolian throat singer with crows circling overhead. |
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