Album: Inside/Beside 3
Artist: Various
Label: Kalamine Records
Catalogue no: N/A
Tracklist:
1. Yann
Pillas – Dialogue Between Crickets and Kraken
2. Ben
Presto – Open Window—Aube à Villa Lagarina
3. Billy
Yfantis – Bird in Ventilation
4. I,
Eternal – En Auxois
5. Peter
Wullen – Faces of the Grass
6. Mean
Flow – Earth Dies
7. Muwn
– Nature’s Heart
8. Wanqa
– Bird
9. Saint
de l’Abîme – Machinery Rusts Beaten by the Rainforest.
10. RG
Rough – Waterfall
11. Lavatone
– A Jet Flying over a Creek near Aberdeen, Texas
12. Larbjo
– Aftermath
13. Lezet
– Stream
14. Zumaia
– Defectus
15. Uruly
– Que Vanha a Chuva! (Só os Fortes Entenderão… Ou os Que Gostam de Chapéu) (6x
mais lento)
16. BR
– Chernobyl’s Prayer
17. Nimbostrata
– Råstasjön Meditation
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:
Psymon Marshall 2019.
2 comments:
Awesome! Congratulations for your great vision and appreciation in this review. You really are someone who cares...
Thanks a lot for the powerful review! Just wanted to point out though, it’s Nimbostrata (the last track), not Nimbostratus :)
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