…these pieces acknowledge the influence of Raymond Scott, beloved inventor of electronic instruments, unlikely jazz band leader and a composer whose distinctive approach leant itself to use in madcap cartoons – in short, the kind of avant garde personality we’re sorely missing in these uptight 2020s. You hear the overhang of Scott’s approach in a sort of playful bounce in these pieces, each of which find itself on an odd frontier between wide-eyed synth experiments and science documentary soundtrack. Both Kelly and Rodriguez contribute vocals, either as spoken-word, instructive lecture-esque monologues, or as angelic harmonies sweeping high above the accompanying electronic backdrops, or as processed, gradually slowed-down, indecipherable non sequiturs.
“Sounding like the infinitely looped announcements you might expect to hear in a post-apocalyptic urban wasteland where no one survived, something about what Elizabeth has done here seems to tap directly into the sensation of paranoid dread and existential panic that have become the cornerstones of our daily locked-down lives.”
Next, Pietro Da Sacco from Igloo Magazine tackles the Strange Selectors compilation, referring to the “alluring, dreamlike downtempo strands” of my contribution, “The Heart Sounds Like Heavy Artillery.”
Thanks to both Mat and Pietro!
The compilation opens wistfully with “The Heart Sounds Like Heavy Artillery” by the New Orleans based electronic composer Elizabeth Joan Kelly. A suitably gentle opening track built around an ambient soundscape with an almost industrial sounding rhythm.
Strange Selectors is available for pre-order now as a digital download and/or (gorgeous) CD, and releases on September 28. Proceeds go to Médecins Sans Frontières. Still need convincing? Read the rest of David’s review over on the I Heart Noise blog.
Electronica has a short but sweet review of the Werra Foxma Records Strange Selectors compilation, including my “The Heart Sounds Like Heavy Artillery.” From the review,
“The result is an excellent compilation of experimental electronica, ambient, hauntology, and analogue knob-twiddling.”
Read the whole things over at electronica.org.uk. And don’t forget that proceeds go to Médecins Sans Frontières, so you can feel good about your purchase while listening to amazing tunes.
There is the rhythm, which feels like we are listening to a garden shed full of tools in which a DIY hero is busily building its own garden furniture. There is the electric bass, so nice and thick that you can imagine wanting to sit on one of these freshly built chairs without ever standing up. Next to that we have that sun-providing sound of someone stroking a few guitar strings – which is always the right recipe to go for when in need for a certain warmth-holiday feel and vibe.
“Things move on into a strange seductive time traveling zone, one in which an old school train rattles over the tracks and the landscape is presumably all made out of electronic memorability. You can hear the birthplace of drone, the early BBC synth basement experimentational vibes, the electric joyfulness of truly re innovating music as it had always existed before.”
One more day til the release of Retrophonica – Aetheric Transmissions, and the reviews are rolling in. Electronic Sound Magazine (paywall) said of my contribution, “…the approach is deeply referential, evoking rich experimentation through tones, loops, and processed voices that feel like they could easily unravel messily.” And ANTI: Music Review writes, “Metro Musix by Elizabeth Joan Kelly is one of my favorites off the compilation, refining many of the elements typically pursued but adding her typical cataclysmic touch that becomes all the more riveting, and forbidden-sounding.” Read the full ANTI review here, and don’t forget to buy your copy of Retrophonica; proceeds benefit Delia Derbyshire Day!
100 seconds until orange blood drips down the mirrored wall of the blue sky. death dressed and blooming as cryptotrama asprata will turn our corpses all mycena chlorophos under the blacklights that some titans will hang from the rubble of their ashen terrarium.
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