Friday, January 16, 2015

REVIEW-EIKO ISHIBASHI AND K2-COMPRESSED HAPPINESS-COLLABORATION-CD

EIKO ISHIBASHI AND K2-COMPRESSED HAPPINESS-COLLABORATION-CD
PHAGE TAPES - PT:201
HARSH NOISE/EXPERIMENTAL SOUNDSCAPES/PSYCHEDELIC ELECTRONICS
COMES IN A PLASTIC JEWEL CASE WITH INSERT FEATURING
BEAUTIFUL PHOTOGRAPHY BY HIROKI OOBUCHI 
AND TAKAHIRO KURUMI.



I.) COLD PASTORAL:
(Composed and played by Eiko Ishibashi for collaboration with K2.
Eiko Ishibashi: Synthesizers and raw sound material by K2.)

Cold pastoral begins well...Cold.Like waking up to a cold day with
frozen structures of ice gleaming in the sunrise outside your window.
Beautiful tranquil ambience blends with harsh noise perfectly reflecting
a harsh winter landscape.But soon after time seems to be flashing before 
your eyes while a static hum reigns in your ears and before you know it 
night falls upon you as a vast blanket of thick darkness.Violent electronics
jolt you like a screeching car crash.Swiftly the feelings of nostalga play
in undercurrents like sad orchestras.Filled to the brim with stirring emotions
of grief as once again the sorrowful tides of night spread their crushing wings
over your eyes.Haunting organ keys play as harsh static blooms like an intruiging
yet deadly red rose.A myriad of sound that crys like tears from a mother with a 
womb filled with scars.Her pained screams echo in her throat but are muffled by 
the harsh assault that comes with tragedy.Colorful swirls of psychotic bliss fly 
towards the sky's and every living thing joins in a choir of torment.Like the sound
of every beast of the earth screaming in it's own particular way and manner in unison. 
The earth begins to rise and sounds of broken and misplaced metal taking a first breath.
A child's broken wind up toy slowly stirs in the distance mirroring and mocking the tragedies
noted above.For a moment all pain and sorrow fades like being led into a memory of brighter days.
Soon after the journey into the lost world of cold resumes.We find ourselves Staggering about through 
miles of rubbish.An endless junkyard in a frenzied orgy.Broken toys and rusted chainsaws.Sounds that cut
like coroded nails and glass at the bottoms of your feet as you walk through a realm of total chaos.Ghosts
of static flicker all around from deceased T.V.s with obscured images of times when life was joyful.A soundtrack
accompanies this with blissful tones but does nothing more than add to the hazy confusion that now clouds every one
of your senses.Again sorrowful orchestral passages play hand in hand with joyous synths but it seems like every time
there is a moment of piece that another violent loss is just around the corner if not already hovering over the horizon.
At times all is soft as air from the beating wings of an old winter owl flying in the winds over dead fields and sub-bass
caverns.Further torments come and go and in the end we are left with another broken sad song for a hopeless world.

II.) SWEET PARANOIA'S HEAVEN-VERSION III:
(Decomposed and played by K. Kusafuku for collaboration with
Eiko Ishibashi.K2: Raw sound materials by Eiko Ishibashi, Feedback
system, Acoustic Piano, E-violin, Analog synthesizers, Larynx, MTR)

Like a shot out of the dark this hits your ears like a blast from the end of a shotgun.
Like the track before we have more chaotic and secret sounds that race before your minds
eye like flicking through channels in a high speed search for something to explain and 
rationalize the experience attacking your perception.It is impossible to capture all of
the different sounds in words.There is just so much to be heard here.Layer upon layer of
harsh noise and smooth synths.An old and familiar paranoia slithers in your mind like a 
psycedelic entity seeking to reek havoc upon your life for no reason other than the fact 
that it can.Sounds like thunder and countless simultaneous car crashes.Street lights and
the frenzy of heavy traffic.Atom bombs reaching their acidic fingers across the surface of
the earth.The mourning heavens looks down upon this great bloodshed but offer no attempt to
bring solace of any kind.The angels offer only a hollow song for the dead who lie in wait of
rot or in flames.It feels like this is literally poisoning the brain.Madness of a Lovecraftian
level.This is a total chaotic Hell.Harsh noise with interesting changes and flow.This does not
sound improvised but rather planned and calculated.Like carefully creating a new strain of a 
deadly disease and letting it lose to lay all living things to waste.By no means an easy listen.
This takes patience and an appreciation for the genre.If you are new to noise you will most likely
miss something but for those of us who get it...You couldn't ask for a better release.

UNEASY LISTENING FOR THE HARD OF HEARING:
7/10
-NECRODOLL-

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