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03.10.2023

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Oneohtrix Point Never: »Again«
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Daniel Lopatin har bevæget sig så langt i sin karriere, at han nu har valgt at genbesøge den. Han var med til at kickstarte YouTube-generationens store fascination af at manipulere gamle reklamer på Replica. Siden udforskede han de mest kiksede synthesizerklange som stringent seriøs minimalisme på R Plus Seven, inden han legede med at overstyre start-00ernes Emo-musik (Evanescence og den slags) til en posthuman skikkelse. Efter det har han lavet filmmusik, produceret megahits og været involveret i Super Bowl-halvlegsshowet med The Weeknd. Men det er den første periode, der bliver genbesøgt på Again. 

Det forstår man godt. Her insisterer Lopatin på at vise de digitale sider af sine kompositioner frem. Loopet i starten af nummeret »The Body Trail« klikker, hver gang det starter forfra. De granulære ekkoer bliver pitchet rundt som en stjernehimmel over guitarerne i »Krumville«. Det skaber en hyper kunstig atmosfære, der i sin overdrevne falskhed skaber nogle enormt rørende rum at træde ind i. Netop fordi det digitale udtryk kan kontrolleres så minutiøst, er musikken også ofte kendetegnet ved at kunne skifte rum fra det ene øjeblik til det andet. 

Pressematerialet fortæller, at perioden genbesøges for at forløse et eventuelt potentiale. De helt store navne indenfor nyere eksperimenterende musik medvirker: Lee Ranaldo, Jim O’Rourke, og især Xiu Xius Jamie Stewart løfter nummeret »Locrian Midwest« med sin vokal. Men ofte tilføjer de ikke rigtig noget nyt. Dårligst er numrene med NOMAD-ensemblet. Hvad der kunne have udvidet Lopatins klangfarver ender desværre med at gøre skiftene mellem de stemningsfyldte rum gumpetunge. Tænk hvis de flot optagede strygere var blevet redigeret helt i stykker… I stedet står man med en følelse af, at Lopatin ikke turde sige nej, da han fik et – på papiret – flot tilbud om et samarbejde.

Again er en flot plade – fyldt med detaljer og stemninger, som kun findes i Lopatins Oneohtrix Point Never-univers. Potentialet er bare ikke helt forløst – vil man høre, hvordan det lyder, så lyt til hans udgivelser fra 2011-2015.

© Christoffer Askman
© Christoffer Askman

From the Culture Yard in Helsingør, ships glide past Kronborg Castle through the narrow waters of the Øresund – a reminder of the trade routes that, for centuries, have carried goods, people and power between the Nordic region and the wider world. It is an apt point of departure for the Passage Festival, and for Marie Dahl's vocal work Silk. Sugar. Sand, which explores the intertwined histories of three materials.

Silk. Sugar. Sand is a vocal performance in three acts tracing the historical journeys of these materials through colonialism, the global economy and geopolitics. Five singers from Ars Nova Copenhagen perform within a minimalist scenography consisting almost entirely of coloured light and three sets of costumes that transform throughout the performance: first silk dresses, then crinoline-like structures evoking sugar loaves, and finally grey stone-like forms suggesting accumulations of sand.

The work's central device is to translate the physical properties of these materials into vocal expression. At one moment, the elasticity of silk becomes soft, flowing polyphony; at the next, a cocoon-like electronic crackle. Sugar's crystalline structure is rendered as sharp vocal attacks – brief, whip-like cracks – as well as sweet, intimate whispers, while sand creaks and rustles, resonating with a libretto about economy and domination, violence and desire.

The performance has no conventional narrative, and the five singers portray no distinct characters, moving somewhat stiffly across the stage, as performers often do when their primary focus is on the voice. Comparisons with Hotel Pro Forma's Flammenwerfer are difficult to avoid. There, the production's rigorous aesthetic was counterbalanced by C.F. Hill's wildly expressive visual universe and Blixa Bargeld's deeply vulnerable stage presence. Those qualities are missing from Marie Dahl's carefully controlled staging, which could have benefited from more of the sensitivity and chaos that also form part of Kirsten Dehlholm's artistic legacy.

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»To us, music is a primal, elemental force that allows us to shed our inhibitions.«

Leizure is a Copenhagen-based quintet operating at the intersection of post-punk, no wave, and experimental rock. The band’s sound is characterized by atonal vocals, piercing saxophone, hypnotic guitar riffs, and a rhythmic foundation that oscillates between tight precision and raw intensity. 

The band’s upcoming album, The Guillotine, explores themes such as societal decay, upheaval, and the challenging of established structures – all conveyed through a direct and high-energy musical style.

© Robin Skjoldborg
© Robin Skjoldborg

Danish musician, author, and artist Martin Hall has died at the age of 63. According to his family, he passed away from a heart attack at his home in Frederiksberg on Tuesday, 21 July.

Since the early 1980s, Hall left an indelible mark on Danish music and cultural life – first with Ballet Mécanique and Under For, and later through an extensive solo career that moved effortlessly between experimental music, electronic pop, poetry, performance, and literature. He leaves behind one of the most substantial discographies and bibliographies in Danish cultural history.

© Kåre Viemose
© Kåre Viemose

Seismograf is heading off on summer break to check out the ocean's deep vibrations.  🌊🤿  See you in August. Have a great summer!

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15.07

Noise in the White Cube

Aros: »Unruly – the Body in Punk«
© Karen Knorr & Olivier Richon, Vortex 6 from the Punks series, 1976 - 1977, gelatin silver print on paper,18,7 x 28,2 cm, Tate. Courtesy of the artists.
© Karen Knorr & Olivier Richon, Vortex 6 from the Punks series, 1976 - 1977, gelatin silver print on paper,18,7 x 28,2 cm, Tate. Courtesy of the artists.

The first thing that hits you at Aros' Unruly – the Body in Punk isn't dog collars, leather jackets or fishnet stockings. It's the sound. It rumbles through the galleries. After all, what is punk doing in a museum? Punk was never made for museums. It's dirty, loud and ephemeral. It thrives on amateurism, mistakes and resistance. One might fear that the white cube would turn three-chord fury into cultural history and noise into background music. Curator Marie Arleth Skov has created an exhibition in which sound doesn't merely illustrate history – it propels it. Raw guitars, piercing saxophones, flickering Super 8 films and concert footage merge into a rush of noise, images and bodies.

Unruly is not a comprehensive history of punk but a sharply focused snapshot of a culture in which sound and the body were inseparable. Punk's godmothers appear alongside Danish bands such as Lost Kids, Pussy Punk and Sods in previously unseen footage from a legendary punk happening in Copenhagen. A leather drum kit by Käthe Kruse of Die Tödliche Doris stands as a sculpture bearing the dry title In Leder, while Cornelia Schleime's video reveals the vulnerability and poetry that also inhabited punk rebellion. The contrast with Erik Satie's stripped-back piano music is exquisite. Walking through the exhibition feels like stepping inside a three-dimensional fanzine. Everywhere, it celebrates misfits and those who never asked for permission. Leopard-print cushions, raw materials and tactile installations make you feel as if you could almost touch punk itself.

In art museums, sound is often reduced to atmosphere. Here, it becomes a material on equal footing with fabric, video and the body. Noise is treated as an artistic method rather than a soundtrack. Fifty-year-old noise still sounds astonishingly contemporary as it resonates with the exhibition's newer works. You feel it vibrating through your body. Instead of muting the world, the museum becomes an amplifier.

Can rebellion survive inside a museum? Unruly shows that punk's energy does not necessarily disappear when it enters an institution. Only two things are missing: the chance to experience the exhibition at four o'clock in the morning – and a lavish catalogue bound in latex.

English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek