fascinating, mysterious field-recordings by yannick dauby made in estonia 2007 ("songs of birds & metal") on CD 1, long tracks by murmur & john grzinich
with additional electronics by dauby on CD 2 - sublime & poetic drones full of details - "the artist becomes an instrument for the landscape"... highly
recommended for any field recording fan !! edition of 509 copies in nice 6-panel double-digipack
~ stefan knappe
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rough trade
incredible, deep listening from this trio of seasoned sound artists. the three artists involved travelled to estonia where they recorded ambient sounds,
indigenous materials and happenstances.
~ rough trade
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john grzinich, the american sound artist from the nd environment, has lived several years in estonia. here every now and then he invites colleagues to scholarship
and artistic residencies. yannick dauby was there in 2007 and explored together with grzinich the landscape. this resulted in a collection of personal field
recordings by yannick dauby focused on two themes: the songs of birds in estonia and the noise of the wind, especially here in abandoned industrial sites. two
contrasting blocks of content that will be presented alternately on the first CD with respective place name. this change is more contemplative zwitschersounds that
take in a rapturous silence, complete with rough-resonating and whistling metallic sounds. on the second CD has yannick dauby electronically-dronige sounds as a
base material for compositions with field recordings by patrick mcginley (aka murmer) and john grzinich provided. the two men have constructed from this two
stunningly beautiful tracks that represent a harmonious blend of nature shots and abstract sounds. the circle and buzz sounds as sultry night air. in the flat
electronic sounds are mixed and chirping birds, rustling branches. a certain post-technological romanticism to come. the invisible birds label has released these
recordings in a beautiful digipak edition - worthwhile!
~ zipo (translated from the german)
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lind, raud :
i could never have imagined just how textural the sounds of birds could be. generally, we hear them as punctuations of speech in the natural world and not
as the rich tapestry of interwoven dimensional space that they are. dauby plays a bit with these calls, truncating them and at other times looping them so
that they become like melodious feedback on a massive scale. between what our corvid contributors utter, yannick commits to disc some truly terrifying
drones. like vibrating metal structures in the sun, according to the information provided by the artist. you are right there with him in the estonian
wilderness as the high grass cascades and the piercing blue skies hem everything in.
each track on here is given a time specific designation and curiously enough, almost all of these were either recorded or composed in june. now june
generally is not a month i find myself enjoying much due to the heat and lack of children being confined to school where they belong, but i am going to
pay much closer attention to what goes on out there this time around. apparently, while the sun beats down, there's a microcosm of linguistics just
beneath the waves of heat that one can hear, if they have the right set of ears. listening to lind, raud has re-calibrated mine.
the dissonant reverberations of crudely formed machinery having it's very being tapped, touched and now and then tormented. these longer pieces which
are put together serve to become reference points to the short bursts of the natural world on display which are being cataloged. sure, it would be easy to
just disregard the details and focus solely on what has the most prominent duration but one thing i have learned over the years when listening to material
such as this is that the spaces in between what you can perceive contain what will fascinate you the most. in plainer terms, songs of bird and metal is
what i'd happily classify as auditory black matter.
far out there in the woods, across the thickets bursting with insects and their shadowy avian hunters, through the burnt and sun baked high country to
finally far above the tree line where the air claws at your lungs, somewhere in all of this isolated and forlorn splendor, amongst the ruins of what man
has wrought yannick dauby runs up the flag and that flag is lind, raud. birds and metal. flesh, blood and iron willed instinctual composition which
flows together to form a mosaic for the secret, insular world of what was before us and surely what will endure long after we are gone.
aastaajad :
the second half of the equation comes at us now, four out of three. an intriguing conceptual conceit, men and their microphones, microphones and men.
aastaajad is a testament to the powerful abilities which this collection of artists brandish through the clever capturing of the natural world. as time
passes, i find myself listening to field recordings as a style more and more; there is nothing more impressive than having the ability to cajole the
randomness of the world outside onto a silver platter. i don't know the methodology involved but i imagine that work such as this takes incredible
amounts of perseverance and reserves of patience i simple do not possess. then again, thanks to this trio, i don't have to.
but i am amazed at the details and overall zealousness of purpose aastaajad is comprised of. part one commences with what sounds like a major wind
storm already in progress, the kind of disorienting chaos that would wipe the magnetic north off the face of your compass. there is a faintly echoing
call across its expansive wrath that i cannot make out, if i had to guess i would say the crosswind which presaged it but im no meteorologist. from there
we venture into warmer climes with one section entirely devoted to what sound like footfalls in the sodden ground pressing up a decrepit trail to the
scenic view above, over and over they fall hammering out a relentless cadence of turmoil and toil. i think dauby had a lot of fun manipulating these
sounds as so many of them are arranged to form a kind of broken, staccato of rhythm.
next it is back into the insect world, in particular the flies one finds in the dead heat of midday. through my headphones i was thoroughly immersed into
their perilous, skittery routine. forever scanning above for the circling birds who spell their doom, these creatures via the technological wizardry of
this album, got right next to my ear and once i found myself swatting away at the empty air.
perhaps the colder tones of this record can be explained by the fact that all four pieces on here were recorded from november through may. it may be
the intention of the composers to guide us along on an auditory trek through the changes which the seasons bring. the idea to use only winter and spring
is an intriguing one. to lop off the anchoring weight of one transitional period and yet leave the other as only transition, this kind of metamorphic art
is seen often in nature but rarely in the electronic realm. and it is this root which may best explain what is going on here, the one connective thread
of light moving through the subtly altered terrain which nature readily provides but only the minds of gifted individuals can sift through.
you will hear harmonies made from the singing soil beneath their feet, through the air a chorus of jabbering mandibles and screaming wings will captivate.
put on aastaajad the next time you have a group of people around and observe the results, my wager is that innate and deeply interred instincts will begin
to emerge. without doubt, these are no mere dabblings with the occult subtext of what lies outside, they are fined tuned incantations which have been
composed to index the full spectrum of the elements with an exhaustingly studious eye.