(Catalogue no. 14725)
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| Title: |
The Partricide E.P. |
| Artist: |
I:Wound |
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Label: |
Locust of Assemblage |
| Format: |
mCDR |
| Price: |
€ 8.00 |
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Title Description:
I:wound is perhaps best known for his rich, eastern sound collages; sampling and looping various fragments of field recordings to produce a sound somewhere between Kiyoshi Mizutani and Muslimgauze.Ê However, on his latest release for EdinburghÕs Locus of Assemblage, he has woven a more passionate and personal product, exploring his feelings for his father.Ê As the title betrays, these are not the most endearing of emotionsÉ
The main vehicle or catalyst for these ideas is the text of Sylvia PlathÕs poem, Daddy; an attempt by the poet to come to terms with the memory of her own father and the residual images of him she found in her husband, Ted Hughes.Ê I:wound has transferred his own spoken interpretation of the poem to a musical setting that is atypical for this very idiosyncratic artist.Ê The first track, The Tongue Stuck in My Jaw, taking its title from a line in PlathÕs poem sees him create a thick, droning atmosphere, full of backwards timbres and a light refrain of acoustic guitar that somehow only serves to darken the already bleak aural image.
The next piece, simply titled Daddy v2 sees the music reduced to sheer silence, the only being I:woundÕs venomous reading of Daddy in rasping, hushed tones.Ê It certainly serves to evoke the correct atmosphere and shows how identifiable the poem is for the artist.Ê Following this unsettling reading comes Integrated, a combination of the opening soundscape and fragments of the previous vocal track.Ê More than just feeling like a refrain or reprisal, though, this track feels like a natural progression as the emotional content reaches its apex and every throb of the heavy drone feels laden with bitter anger.Ê
Finally, we are presented with ÉAn Epilogue, a piece which sees a return to the familiar ethnic sounds of his other work as chimes and chanters play out a characteristic melody, underscored by a rich, bass-heavy drone.Ê Although this may seem incongruous with the rest of the EP, we soon hear the reason for its inclusion as a slow voice recites ShelleyÕs sonnet, Ozymandias a poem that feels so appropriate in this context, with its tale of an antique land and buried sculptures in the desert.Ê But no sooner are we invited to look on these works and despair than, you bastard, itÕs through.Ê
Gavin Lees 24.06.2k3 www.immanence.co.uk/
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