May my lips rehearse
the primordial silence,
like a note of crystal clearness,
sounding, pure from birth
Stay as foam Aphrodite – Art –
and return, Word, where music begins:
and, fused with life’s origins,
be ashamed heart, of heart
New forest swords!!
Forest Swords-Thor’s Stone
音は光る
Proceeding missions into the no-mans-land of noise and jungle, Demdike Stare adopt a typically schizoid stance at House and Techno tempos on the 3rd Testpressing. Their A-side ‘Eulogy’ is a square bass devotional to the soul of deep Chicago and Detroit house, most notably the magic of Mr Fingers and Terrence Dixon. A constantly morphing, Escher-like bassline folds in and out of itself, accented with offset kicks and washed out with effervescent, barely-there synth strokes. It’s lip-smacking sunset/sunrise gear and a perfect set-up for the flipside shocker. Destined to become a classic in Demdike’s canon, ‘Dyslogy’ comes off like an early ‘Waveform Transmission’ or H&M bomb spanked by Anthony Shakir; an evil, droning intro ratchets the tension for martial kicks and darkcore chords before a feral breakbeat romps loose like the spirit of ‘93 unchained. They really don’t make ‘em like this any more…
Essay: A Case for Experimental Music
Wittgenstein would be proud
(Source: ffffffound, via ddistractionss)
