FRANCIS M. GRI – Boke (…
The world is a blur especially the musical one. Releases come at a rapid rate that not all can be processed in time for their release dates. As I try to balance the older and newer releases, here are some released in February which I cast a brief look over. “Ammil” started as […]The Catch Up. — Drifting, Almost Falling.
Having recently lost a close family member to Alzheimer’s related illnesses, I can partially sympathise and empathise with how Francis M. Gri, owner of Krysalisound label, feels with this neat new record. Boke means “Blur”, and is made to represent memory disorders and the time it takes for an image to do just that. Gri calls it “the memory illness” – it’s always dementia, Alzheimer’s or some such. Great novelist Terry Pratchett was taken from us by the latter; many its link.
On with the record itself, and this uses repetition as a narrative device. Give ’em a few rounds, then hit ’em with the boomerang. It catches us unawares. Succinctly peaceful, the album is so decent it dispenses with nom de plume’s such as “beautiful art” – I don’t want to wax insincerely about a delicate subject that has affected so many, and is being shown to put pay to Covid figures among others. What does one do when the memory is ready to pack up? Francis communicates the point well in some of my investigative email questions: “you transform in an empty box…we ARE memories it’s undeniable!”
It is like that – life is a blur, because the present is at best a memory, since memories are about dream or goal meeting, and fantasy becomes secondary. Memory loss is rife with grief, and that is presented emotionally on “Boke”. Especially that track, which closes the record. The music sounds like it comes from a very faraway place. A bit like Bvdub’s, and his recent record “Ten Times The World Lied” on Glacial Movements, of similar ilk. Directionally but not genre wise, the sombre feel of Massive Attack tracks with Tracey Thorn and the like. Those have a similar emotional trippy poignancy to them.
In its palette spectrum, much ground is covered, painting in cool blues, treading miles upon miles in a dead body’s shoes. That lifting of a classically trained surfeit, Francis working with many musicians over the years, now producing his own material most of all, has never sounded so comforting in my own rough time with with coming to terms. I can tell you now, “Boke” is destined to be a quiet memory in the back of your mind for years to come. It, like a blur, will wait for you.
[KrysaliSound] Delicate stille di crepitante suono che ridisegnano i tratti della meraviglia della natura. È un inno alla semplicità che nasce dalla complessità il percorso che segna il debutto di Ishmael Cormack, una gentile escursione tra luminosi bozzetti armonici che riverberano in un vivido universo sospeso nel tempo. Catturate all’interno di un’antica chiesa del Somerset, […]Ishmael Cormack “Ammil” — SoWhat
You start to think “What gives?” with an album title like “Ammil”. Seemingly chemical related, this Ishmael Cormack debut on the wine-bottle-uncorking Krysalisound pacifier is a sheer calming, “drink it all in” ladle for the Spring season that is following us in the wake of the Coronavirus outbreak…
Yes, this album is ‘calm’. But the electro-acoustic drones are just something else. It recalls Paul Ferrini’s poetry, and where he says “you have to break through to where the pain is”, as if some encapsulation of wonder and release. And where the opener is light and plaintive, the second track “Bending Snow” intensifies the slushy grip of macro-movement in the soluble harmonic shifts that generate and regenerate on the entirety of the piece.
There is a great deal of “pure space” in this record, as if the mind has been filter-jug weaned several times of a liminal hymn, some kind of strange virus we call life. Of course waxing about poison is like dancing about architecture to the journalistic vanguard, at least what most on the base level think of as “good artwork” or “understandable messages”. And Cormack with this music paints that idea very clear in the listener’s head.
It sounds like he has found time to unclutter his brain of the troubles of anyone’s past and just, not to coin a phrase, rest in the peace of the present. With people dying all the time and a generalized castration weirdness of the media in recent times, where technology overtakes humanity, and racism is really xenophobia and bigotry, the openness and gentility of this sound map is an easy and inviting one to follow. It’s also a perfect starting point for the label itself, and at name your price on Bandcamp for a download it is well worth checking out.
[Krysalisound] Mettersi in ascolto ed interagire coi suoni dell’ambiente per costruire un universo risonante in cui interno ed esterno si fondono cancellando la soglia che li divide. Sottende un approccio interessante il lavoro di debutto di Andrea Laudante, un affascinante impulso a coniugare il gesto compositivo al riverbero casuale del mondo circostante. È un costante […]Andrea Laudante “Banat banat ban jai” — SoWhat
ANDREA LAUDANTE – Banat Banat Ban Jai (KrysaliSound, 2020) La formazione classica di Andrea Laudante e la sua presentazione come pianista costituiscono premessa soltanto parziale del suo primo lavoro solista sulla lunga distanza. “Banat Banat Ban Jai” non è infatti l’ennesima prova di minimalismo pianistico contornato da field recordings o effetti elettronici; nonostante la sostanziale […]— music won’t save you
Here we have a collection of different sounding releases collected in the one place for the discerning listener. “Andrea Laudante is a young pianist with an experimental soul that I’m sure will have a bright future. “Banat Banat Ban Jai” is a spiritual mind journey in which piano talks with silence and noise creating a […]Andrea Laudante – Banat Banat Ban Jai / Matija Mikovic – Fragile Canvas / Boris Salchow – Stars / Raphael Weinroth-Browne – Worlds Within. — Drifting, Almost Falling.
With the year and decade coming to an end, I rush with a flurry of blog posts. Shorter than most I normally do, there will hopefully be 22! done before the year is over , nicely tying up everything and clearing the decks before next years releases (which has already got close to double digits). […]KrysaliSound – ØjeRum / James Murray / Nāda Mushin. — Drifting, Almost Falling.
Loosely connected with my treatment, or should I correct that, lack of since I’m currently on strike and refusing it, I’ve managed to get myself on to a eight week mindfulness course, you know the kind of thing, connecting to the now, the moment, not reflecting or mind wandering, but more stepping back to be aware and observe your surroundings. Swiftly though, in case we lose the other reader into thinking they’ve mistakenly arrived at some ‘science now’ blog as opposed to a hapless music missive. I mention all this because ‘in your head’ by James Murray, taken from a co-opted release put out between Slowcraft and KrysaliSound entitled ’embrace storms’, has all the assisting attributes of a mindfulness meditative. At just shy of 21 minutes in length, ‘in your head’ is afforded the chance and space to connect and caress the synapses, its dream like harvesting delicately toned and almost invisible in detail, ghosts with a divine demurring occasioned by the destressing feel good calming tender of hazily radiant pulsars which, as the healing repair manual (mindfulness)trains and teaches, root you in a moment of connectivity with the eternal consciousness, the effect of which is both healing and strangely inwardly cleansing
Mono No Aware
Staying a second or so longer with the Italian imprint Krysalisound, us being enquiring folk, decided to take ourselves on a brief wander to their bandcamp site to see what else they had in their locker. Literally just released, we eyed Nāda Mushin’s ‘Mono No Aware’ from off which the track ‘to flow like water’ had us suitably smitten and indeed spiralling in its bitter sweet grace fall. Like a dying star slowly imploding in slow formation, there’s a one last hurrah sentiment scoring here as the cascades of sun bleached shimmering’s swirl with head bowed majesty summoning forth one last concerted effort to part amid a glorious rapture of radiant jubilance, utterly heart breaking.