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Renaldo & the Loaf - 1984 - Play Struve and Sneff
Renaldo & the Loaf - 1987 - The Elbow Is Taboo
| Ralph Records – RR87081 192.09MB FLAC The Elbow Is Taboo sounds like Renaldo & the Loaf discovering more advanced equipment and immediately finding ways to make it behave incorrectly. Recorded across several years and expanded from four-track methods to eight-track recording, drum-machine programming, primitive sampling and digital delay, the album is cleaner than their earlier work without becoming more conventional. Its surfaces are sharper, its arrangements more spacious and its rhythms more deliberate, yet every technical improvement is redirected toward the duo’s private mixture of folk music, malformed cabaret and domestic surrealism. “A Street Called Straight” opens with a slow, detuned procession built from dulcimer, drums, bouzouki, synthetic tones and voices that seem to occupy different physical spaces. The arrangement keeps changing shape without losing its heavy forward motion. Acoustic instruments supply much of the color, but digital effects detach them from ordinary performance. Notes repeat unnaturally, percussion arrives with mechanical precision and familiar timbres are transformed into parts of an imaginary ensemble. The cover of Ptôse’s “Boule!” demonstrates how easily Renaldo & the Loaf could absorb another group’s material. Kalimba, percussion, twelve-string guitar and theatrical vocals give the song a bright, almost playful surface, though the repetition gradually becomes compulsive. It is recognizable as a cover while sounding completely at home among the duo’s invented rituals. The title piece is compact and richly textured, placing mandolin, bouzouki, harmonica and Egyptian drums against randomly generated electronic rhythms. The contrast does not feel like folk instrumentation pasted onto modern technology. Both elements seem equally archaic and futuristic, as though the machines and hand-played instruments belong to the same nonexistent tradition. “Hambu Hodo” is the album’s most expansive construction. Bass, clarinet, guitar, sampler and Casio keyboard are layered into a slowly mutating procession. The primitive sampling technology required individual notes to be triggered and assembled manually, particularly in the clarinet passage near the end. That painstaking process gives the music an odd stiffness: the arrangement resembles an orchestra reconstructed from tiny recorded fragments, each one forced into place. Brief pieces such as “Dance for Somnambulists” provide delicate interruptions, using glockenspiel and sparse instrumental gestures to create miniature nocturnal scenes. Elsewhere, “Here’s to the Oblong Boys” turns hammered and fuzzed guitar into a lurching celebration, while “The Bread Song” brings bowed koto, acoustic guitar and bouzouki into one of the record’s stranger ceremonial moods. Voices remain central throughout, shifting between singing, recitation, caricature and private language. The Elbow Is Taboo became the final album of Renaldo & the Loaf’s original period, and it carries the density of a project pushed toward exhaustion. Its extended production did not smooth away the duo’s eccentricity; it allowed them to construct it with greater precision. Earlier records often sound like discoveries made through limitation. This one sounds deliberately engineered, with every misplaced accent, distorted instrument and impossible vocal arrangement positioned carefully. The result is their most technologically developed early album, but also one of their most acoustic and tactile. Wood, wire, breath, metal and tape remain audible beneath the digital processing. The Elbow Is Taboo does not abandon the handmade world of the earlier records. It enlarges that world until it resembles a complete culture, equipped with its own dances, ceremonies, street songs and inexplicable prohibitions. |
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Quatuor Aerolithes - 2005 - Aerolithes
| Vand'Oeuvre – 0529 226.34MB FLAC Quatuor Aérolithes captures four veteran improvisers working at a point where gesture becomes more important than statement. Daunik Lazro on baritone and tenor saxophones, Michel Doneda on soprano saxophone, Michael Nick on violin, and Laurent Hoevenaers on double bass approach free improvisation as a process of constant negotiation rather than individual expression. The quartet never settles into familiar roles. No one functions as a soloist supported by accompaniment. Instead, every sound is introduced as a proposal that may be reinforced, ignored, contradicted or quietly transformed by the others. The album opens into an environment that feels almost weightless. Doneda's soprano frequently occupies the edge of audibility, producing thin streams of air, unstable harmonics and fragile tones that seem to hover rather than project. Lazro answers with the deeper grain of the baritone, but avoids using its natural authority to dominate the ensemble. His low-register sounds emerge as shifting masses of breath and resonance instead of declarative melodic lines. Together the two saxophonists create a constantly changing surface where similar timbres remain clearly individual. Michael Nick's violin provides both connective tissue and disruption. Bow pressure changes become as significant as pitch, allowing the instrument to move between sustained drones, abrasive scratches and surprisingly lyrical fragments. Rather than filling harmonic space, the violin often slices through the ensemble, introducing narrow bands of friction that alter the direction of the group's collective movement. Hoevenaers' bass anchors the quartet without behaving conventionally. Short bowed tones, muted resonance and percussive contact with the instrument's body establish physical depth rather than pulse. His playing frequently draws attention to the material qualities of wood, string and resonance, reminding the listener that this music is built from vibrating objects before it becomes abstraction. One of the recording's most striking qualities is its refusal to separate silence from performance. Pauses are not empty spaces waiting to be filled but active components of the improvisation. Tiny shifts in breath, bow movement or string vibration become meaningful because the quartet continually resists the impulse to overcrowd the sound field. This measured pacing gives even the quietest passages remarkable intensity. Although the music shares characteristics with reductionist improvisation, it never becomes purely minimal. The quartet remains attentive to momentum. Density rises and falls gradually, with brief eruptions of clustered saxophone textures or vigorous bowing emerging naturally from extended periods of restraint. These changes feel less like dramatic contrasts than slow alterations in weather. The recording also demonstrates the maturity of four musicians who had already spent decades expanding the vocabulary of European free improvisation. Their collective language grows from jazz, contemporary classical music and electroacoustic listening, yet none of those traditions remains dominant. Every decision is made in response to the immediate acoustic situation rather than inherited style. Critics at the time noted how the quartet transformed the more forceful traditions of European free music into something increasingly attentive to texture, space and collective detail. :contentReference[oaicite:0]{index=0} Quatuor Aérolithes succeeds because it never mistakes quietness for caution. Its performances demand close listening, revealing intricate relationships between breath, friction, resonance and silence. Rather than presenting improvisation as dramatic confrontation, the quartet explores how four distinct musical voices can occupy the same sonic landscape while continually reshaping one another. The result is patient, deeply tactile music whose richest moments emerge not through virtuosity but through sustained collective attention. |
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Oren Ambarchi / Johan Berthling / Andreas Werliin - 2022 - Ghosted
Ghosted now exists twice in this archive, arriving through two separately packaged digital copies of the same album. That might look like accidental duplication, but few records are better equipped to defend it. Oren Ambarchi, Johan Berthling and Andreas Werliin build this music from repeated figures whose apparent sameness gradually breaks open under attention. A bass pattern returns, but the drum touching its edge has shifted. A guitar tone appears stationary, but its overtones are rotating. The listener enters what seems to be the same measure again and discovers that time has quietly changed its contents. Two copies of Ghosted therefore do not have to cancel one another. They can behave like two revolutions of the same groove: recognizably identical from a distance, individually marked by the route through which they arrived.
The trio recorded these pieces live, and that fact becomes more extraordinary as the music continues. Berthling often plays with the steadiness of a loop, yet the repetitions are being renewed by hand each time. Werliin avoids announcing complexity, placing drums, shakers and small percussive events so naturally that unusual meters pass through the body before the mind begins counting them. Ambarchi’s guitar rarely provides chords, riffs or solos in the expected sense. It becomes a band of light stretched above the rhythm, sometimes resembling organ, bowed string, electronic vapor or a signal whose transmitting device cannot be located. The record’s precision never feels corrected or sterilized because every stable pattern remains connected to three people listening in real time.
Christer Bothén’s donso n’goni gives the opening piece another circular voice. Its dry plucked tone meets Berthling’s double bass without settling into a simple division between African tradition and European experimentation. Bothén had already spent decades exploring how musical knowledge can travel without being flattened into decoration, including his important work with Don Cherry. Here the instrument is not placed in front of the trio as a guest exhibit. It enters the machinery of the groove, contributing to a shared wooden pulse while Ambarchi’s processed guitar floats above it. The result feels ancient and newly assembled at once, as though the music has found a recurring motion that existed before the musicians but still required these particular hands to make it audible.
The second and third pieces reduce the available materials even further. Berthling establishes figures that appear almost immovable, Werliin turns the empty areas around them into rhythm, and Ambarchi introduces tones whose movement occurs largely within their surfaces. Nothing progresses according to the usual promise that repetition must eventually be rewarded by a chorus, climax or dramatic rupture. The reward is increased perception. After several minutes, the listener begins noticing events that would have seemed insignificant in a busier arrangement: the depth added beneath an electric-bass harmonic, a drum accent changing the balance of a phrase, or the apparent speed of the guitar shifting as its processed tone revolves. The music does not withhold development. It relocates development into dimensions that hurried listening usually ignores.
This is also where separate digital copies become meaningful even before anyone stages a technical comparison between them. A file is not the music itself. It is one container through which the performance reaches another room. Different encoding, tagging, compression, source organization or playback circumstances can subtly change what the listener notices, while the intention of the person who preserved and shared that copy becomes part of its route. Even when two versions prove audibly indistinguishable, they remain separate archival objects. One may have been gathered from a lossless source and retained at greater size; another may have been reduced for easier movement. Each records a different decision about what should be carried forward and how much space that carrying should require.
“IV” loosens the album’s clockwork and allows the groove to dissolve into a dark afterimage. It is short enough to feel like a coda, yet essential enough that the preceding pieces would mean something different without it. The pulse disappears, but the body continues anticipating its return. This may be the album’s deepest form of ghosting: sound leaves while its timing remains behind. The title does not need literal spirits. These performances are full of traces, residual shapes and absent causes. A guitar stops but leaves a rotating field in the air. A repeated bass figure changes what silence means after it ends. The musicians withdraw, yet the listener’s nervous system continues performing a version of the piece without them.
That makes Ghosted an unusually fitting record to encounter more than once, through more than one copy, at more than one point in the archive. Duplication does not automatically mean redundancy any more than repetition means stagnation. The second appearance can reveal the first as an object with its own history rather than an invisible delivery system for interchangeable content. These four performances teach the ear that what appears unchanged may contain an entire population of differences. The two posts extend that lesson beyond the music. Same album, different package, different moment, different pathway into somebody’s life. The ghost has returned, but it has not returned empty-handed.
















































