Fescal Endorphin (1798)

This year has been busy for Fescal, a British native residing in the South Korea at the moment, having previously released some issues under Black Square (Omnia), and Bypass (Lethal Industry) AD 2010.

However, endorphin is in effect a good substance for one`s brain to lift up the mood and give a firm push for a subject`s further movings and actions. The essential question is, should it always be designed into a variegated output or might it be the matter of sparseness as well? Regarding an example of Fescal`s new one, I can admit that the last named possibility has also a solid perspective, though. 7 tracks consisting of sparse layers of ambient, throbbing microtextures, subtle tape hiss-based ingredients and darkwave-esque harmonies. Even a half-way inbetween ambient and krautrock-alike touch are conjured here (Sheep Dip), and the glass bead game of Door Cinema (with the assistance of loops, droning microsounds, and musique concrete). Indeed, by its mood the sonority of the whole at times does consist strange (dystopic) impulses of an isolated place somewhere. Here the writer says that the best tracks are the two last ones (Waltzing Nature; Frozen Time) and the first one (Hollow Spirit), finding out and acquiring mightily epic point of views.

It to estimate the album from the ideal perspective of ambient and experimental music, the result is getting proportionally close to the final end.

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9.3

Caustic Reverie Remainders (Jamendo)

Have you ever listened to a least one of the fiveteen albums by Bryn Schurman (also know as TheForgotten)? I meant just an one time at least? In fact, Remainders is not an album on its own terms though, being compiled of different tracks having had no locus on the previous albums. In fact, Schurman would be called as the king of metallic drone music, whose monotonic soundscapes and minimal sonic conceptions are paradoxically fulfilled with a lot of warmth and powerfully conclusive feelings. It seems like a logical follow-up to the tradition of minimal composers for nowadays. Or you can imagine it as if La Monte Young or Angus Maclise would have sat behind a computer board and building up some new frontiers within borrowed borealic aesthetics of Tim Hecker. Yet might there be any adjectives to describe the whole in a better way? "Caustic reverie", it would be an obvious answer, though. A lot of impacts are associated with it - the nothern lights shimmers, elemental dust-coloured iceness, epic sub-classical approach, creeping microtonal dirges and subtle hiss-inclinedness. No doubt, it could be thought or illustrated out in other ways also, speaking out the very pictures-evoking soundscapes, or even a new kind of metaphysics (no contradictions between the sounds being contrasted up against the history of human thought and word). It also does sound as a pessimistic approach not being ready yet and probably never to believe in the positivism of technical progressions which is felt into a bumpy nightmare being paralyzed by remote breathes and oncoming steps of malignant robots ready to march on to have a part of destroying the human being as a species for tomorrow. The music of this kind with ambient drone feeling bound up with a pessimistic emotive declination I am used to tag it as "dystopbient".

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9.5

Gynorg 3rdDoor EP (Psychic Oscillator)

Siinkirjutaja kogemus ütleb, et kui emotsioonidele mängiv helikeel muutub mingist hetkest koormavaks, tuleb piduri tõmbamiseks mõni dark ambient/illbient-album peale panna. Diametraalselt erinevad kuulamiskogemused tasakaalustavad, kainestavad ning aitavad hinnangutes paremini orienteeruda, võimaldades žanrilisest solipsismist väljapoole vaadata.

Andrew Cooke`i 5-realine ning 27-minutiline EP on piisavalt pahaendeline oma roomavas õuduses, et pillerkaar kuulaja teadvusest mõneks ajast välja uhta. Britt loob elektroakustilisi keskkondi rütmistruktuuride laiali laotamiseks. Tõepoolest, kahinate-sahinate ja õrna reverb-õõva saatel kulgevate elektrooniliste progressioonide, inimhäälte kaugete kajade kaaslasteks on läbi erinevate intensiivsuste ning stiilidimensioonide tukslev rütmistik. Kuid on teisigi rõhutamisväärseid elemente - lugu Vermist läbiva säriseva sündibassijuraka kohal võnkleb kummituslik efekt, nimilugu kulgeb sügavas, kõike-muud-välistavas vaikelus; isiklik lemmik on Milieus, kus kõrgete, keskmiste ja madalate helide vahele tekib avar ilmaruum; lõpulugu WhiteDot on neoklassitsistlik industrial drone techno. Tegija teos.

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8.7

Mister Vapor Altercus (Webbed Hand)

Thomas Park`i aka Mister Vapor`i 64-minuti pikkune sound-art/minimal/ambient/drone-teos viib kuulaja ängistavatesse ning lokaliseerimatutesse koridoridesse - võiks ju kuuldu põhjal arvata -, kust tõuseb ohtralt rõskust ning kuuldub veepiiskade lakkamatut ja pikapeale piinarikkaks muutuvat tilkumist, mida omakorda saadab kurjaendeline bassidrone, mis vahetevahel väändub-käändub valjemaks, et seejärel uuesti tavapärasesse vakku langeda, et siis uuesti tõusta jne. Tõepoolest, selle minimalistlikust iseloomust annavad tunnistust need üksikud-üksikud käänded, mis teadvuses omandavad eksplosiivse efekti. Üleüldse - laske see saund enesele ajju ning aju genereerib seda edasi. Kes on tuttav näiteks Caustic Reverie/Forgotten`i loominguga, see teab, millest ma räägin. Vaatamata tõigale, et mainisin eespool ängistavate koridoride ning veetilkade lõputu langemise assotsiatsioone, on Thomas Park ise pühendanud taiese vanaaja teadlase Galenose poolt kirjeldatud narkootilisele taimele, mille kohta siiski täpsemad viited puuduvad - anonüümne ning lokaliseerimatu ometigi.

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9.0

Xalm Retribution Ritualistic Ceremonies (Qulture Production)

"Ritualistic Ceremonies" on Sergei Pakhomov`i alias Xalm Retribution`i järjekorras 4 stuudioalbum umbes aastase perioodi jooksul. Alustanud kunagi klubibiitidega, on 24-aastane novosibirsklane liikunud edasi eksperimentaalambient/dark ambient/industrial illbient/ritualistic ambient/drone`i ähmastele piirialadele. Tunni aja pikkune ning kümnest loost koosnev reliis on täis pulseerivat ja lainetavat tumedat mateeriat, ebamääraseid kajasid, sirinaid ning sireenide vaevukuuldavat laulu. Digitaalne kriipivus on vaheldumas või tjuuni lisamas paisuvale ja kokkutõmbuvale soundscape`ile. Elektroonilisus ja akustika - kes neid suudaks lahuta! Kohati tüüne, ajuti agressiivne, kuid põhiliselt kurjaendeline. Lõpuloos Distorted Reality lisanduvad abstraktsed rütmistruktuurid düstoopsele maastikule. Anonüümne muusika - ruum teadmata, aeg tuvastamatu, ruumiparameetrid aimamatud. On see depressiivselt ilus muusika või purgatoorium, jäägu kuulaja enda otsustada. 

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8.8