I’m pleased to close the year with an artist that I personally contacted for publishing with KrysaliSound after having listened to his album “Wet Petals” released by Naviar Records.
Hirotaka Shirotsubaki is a Kobe-based musician that uses sampled guitars to create dreamy landscapes and emotional textures moving the listener in a quiet and safe inner dwelling. I am proud to present his new album “Last Goodbye” available in KrysaliSound’s catalogue starting from December 9. About the album Hirotaka says:

“In Japan, the era called “Heisei” will end this year. My life was with this “Heisei” era. In order to live a new era with one break at the end of this era while I am alive, I have decided the title of this album to be “last goodbye” with a determination of parting. The 6 tracks that make up this album have my memory fragments scattered around.”

  • Performed and recorded in Kobe between April and October 2018
  • Mastering by Francis M. Gri in 2018
  • Available in digital format and in KS Digifile from December 9, 2018

The Forest Is Sleeping Within The Trees, original released by Scissor Tail Editions in 2015, is the third work of the Danish Paw Grabowski reissued by KrysaliSound with a new mastering sound.
Divided in six parts, piano and pump organ walk together in a sort of spiritual research and in a deep combination of human desolation, devotion and fragility. With his wide catalogue øjeRum confirms to be an artist with a rare sensibility. The Forest Is Sleeping Within The Trees is a stunning release for fans of William Basinski and all the minimalist genre.

Available in digital format and in KS Digifile from November 16, 2018

Dear all,
I’m really proud to announce my new album “Decays”, released by Time Release Sound and available in store from November 11. You will find the album in two different and amazing lines of handmade packaging. Below details and two songs…enjoy!

From TRS:
“Greetings friends! Once again the earth has circled the sun, and the fall season is upon us! As the days shorten, and the leaves fall, we are pleased to bring you this most appropriately seasonal release from Italian based musician, Francis M. Gri, entitled “Decays”. At times sounding like the soundtrack to a moody, somber Tarkovsky film, Gri has captured the din of the clatter and clang of life as it grows, and then rises in an uplifting anthemic glory to all that man has made. Darkly delicate…constantly decaying and yet reborn again…eternally…”

øjeRum est avant tout graphiste, mais il compose régulièrement depuis 2013. C’est justement en décembre 2013 que le Danois composa cet album, une de ses premières productions, initialement autoproduit, puis édité en 2015 par le label Cabin Floor Esoterica, et réédité donc début 2017 par KrysaliSound. Extrêmement productif depuis 2016, on peut retrouver son travail sur des labels tels que Eilean Rec.Midira Records ou encore Fluid Audio.

He Remembers There Were Gardens est un album simple, composé d’une pièce unique de 30mn. Cette durée est un peu imposée par un film célèbre, La Jetée de Chris Marker dont cette pièce se veut une bande son alternative. On est tout de suite captivé par cette musique qui se construit par de lents accords d’orgues, à la fois doux et lumineux, se prolongeant dans une résonance cristalline. On devine assez rapidement qu’il y aura assez peu de changement durant toute la durée de cette pièce dont les nappes évoquent facilement le va et vient des vagues sur la jetée.
On est parfois surpris par quelques bruitages au second plan, comme s’il s’agissait d’une captation live, dans une église, avec parfois le craquement du bois d’un banc.

La musique se fait toutefois assez variée, changeant régulièrement de tempo, restant scotché sur une même note répétée avec régularité, puis passant à une autre qui subira plus ou moins le même traitement, fluide et glissant vers une autre tonalité. On sera séduit par quelques irrégularités, l’impression de reprises et relances, comme des hésitations, un aspect imprévisible qui donne à cette musique une certaine chaleur.
On ne peut que se laisser bercer par cet album, tant par le choix des sonorités que par le tempo, comme une respiration quand, sur la fin, le jeu boucle sur deux notes, comme s’il s’agissait d’une inspiration et expiration qui ralentiront doucement sur les dernières minutes.

Simple et beau, une musique discrète, pure ambient donc, que l’on pourrait écouter en boucle, sans se lasser.

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Condensare, sintetizzare l’esperienza della città ma anche il “concetto” di Venezia: questo il senso della sigla VNZ nel nuovo “Untitled_” di Federico Dal Pozzo, che dopo il recente “TeVeT” prosegue la sua collaborazione con la Krysalisound di Francis M. Gri.

Elaborando in tempo reale varie sorgenti concrete e field recordings, l’autore realizza con mano sapiente e delicata – seppur decisamente poco ortodossa – un “concerto” acusmatico dedicato a questo scrigno di storia e tradizione, luogo dell’anima che sembra suonare autonomamente la propria sinfonia, “e non c’è mano grande abbastanza da voltare le pagine dello spartito”.

Non poteva essere altro che l’acqua, dunque, l’elemento primario di questa libera astrazione lagunare: stille d’acqua purissima sfiorano la superficie sonora, la accarezzano finché non passano gradatamente allo stato solido, tintinnando e propagando la loro eco tutt’intorno; le onde gentili delle manipolazioni elettroacustiche imitano fruscii di nastri e vecchi vinili; in secondo piano si ripetono i versi di una recitazione sconnessa, come frammenti sparsi di un già criptico monologo beckettiano; un’insistente nota di pianoforte insegue la propria scia in crescendo risonanti alla Charlemagne Palestine.

Al ventesimo minuto sembra chiudersi brevemente il sipario, ma con il reingresso le epifanie strumentali divengono più costanti, benché ugualmente sfuggenti. Si odono i rintocchi di un campanile in lontananza, laddove in superficie acute scie elettroniche vorticano lentamente, fluttuando su un asse verticale lungo tutta la gamma delle altezze.

Superata abbondantemente la mezz’ora, l’atmosfera in prevalenza tonale fa spazio ad aspri ronzii statici in stereofonia, come di vecchi schermi catodici cui non rimane altro che un muto dialogo tra simili – e non è forse vero che quel flusso continuo di sfrigolanti linee bianco-nere somiglia allo scrosciare indisturbato di un fiume in piena?

In questo stesso solco giunge a compimento l’opera, con un finale che stende una sottile patina di rumore bianco, sgomberando il campo da qualunque stralcio descrittivo evocato in precedenza. L’intero excursus finisce col somigliare a un processo di rimozione, anziché a una nostalgica mappatura sonora della città in cui Dal Pozzo è nato: il suo “Untitled”, semmai, raduna impulsi inconsci entro un paesaggio troppo annebbiato e opaco per lasciarci vedere la cartolina di una Serenissima che, in ogni caso, non si può più definire tale. Di quel paradigma romantico, dell’eleganza e prestigio che avrebbe voluto tramandare in eterno, resta oggi soltanto un’ombra.

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A natural oratory style. An electroacoustic guitar coda. C minor augmented, meet e flattened 5th. At least that’s how initial reaction alludes. On Danish artist Paw Grabowski’s second record for the KrysaliSound label – an unofficial paean to the world of electronicised drone guitar music – lies simplicity in wonderfully interwoven layers of melody, even pulses, mixolydian modes and nodules of noodly Earth-defying anti-war gravity.

Over the course of a grassy 30 minute patchwork of drone moss and figures in the vein of Sawako and Loren Connors, the central chords begin to overlap, break down and blend their tracks, as if part of a massive tape machine. It’s an addictive listen, smooth to the touch and evoking memories of log fires, candlelit suppers or rather in Western worlds munchies at midnight with the heating turned up.

While nothing here reinvents, the wheels are intriguingly oiled with guitar minimalism in mind. Significant effort has been made to dampen play the sonic field rather than overcompress it. This gives the music a tendency to become more than just ambience, because it’s unignorable. Then again, honeyed guitar meanderings were always welcome here…

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øjeRum “Stilhedens Strømmen I Fuglenes Blod ” is now available in store in digital format and handmade packaging.

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For the second time in the label the Danish artist Paw Grabowski aka øjeRum presents a reissue taken from his wide catalogue.
Stilhedens Strømmen I Fuglenes Blod (published as self-release in 2015) is a brave acoustic guitar suite, delicate and magnetic, recorded in a perfect balance between ambient and folk. The result is a spiritual and meditative flow where the listener can dive and let himself be lulled by repeating melodies, evocative small variations and a great hypnotic style. A little pure diamond for the genre that KrysaliSound is proud to publish.

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My sister is my only sibling; I can’t imagine what it would be like to lose her.  Two years ago, James A. McDermid experienced the unimaginable.  The loss of Harriet (1975-2016) left a huge hole in his life, and ever since then music has been his lighthouse in a sea of grief.  Tonal Glints is the second of two albums released in her honor, following last year’s Ghost Folk on Polar Seas.  The new album has half as many tracks but is no less powerful.  It represents a time in which the sorrow has reached the marrow.

McDermid cites Sophie Calle’s Exquisite Pain as one inspiration.  In that multi-media book, the artist pairs photographs with personal answers to the question, “When did you most suffer?”  One of the conclusions she seems to reach is that great suffering can lead to great art (although most would prefer not to have paid the price).  McDermid channels his emotions into his music, and creates an echo of his sister’s life through the lens of loss.

Although primarily ambient, the music touches upon other genres as well, the opening chimes like field recordings, the highlight track “All the shutters are closed” an excursion into drone, the languid “I’ll take one who loves me” beginning like folk music before disintegrating into fog.  But despite the changes in texture and instrument, the pensive tone remains the same.  This is music about getting up in the afternoon when one had planned to get up in the morning, but staying the course long enough to get one little thing done.  It’s music that whispers at a bedside so as not to disturb a loved one’s sleep.  When words do emerge (“Within reach”), they dangle just beyond reach, like reminders in the clouds.  Strangely, the album seems neither mournful nor cheerful, but stuck, attempting to pull its legs from the quicksand of grief.  And yet we know that the album is evidence of the opposite: an artist fighting against torpor and ever-so-slowly succeeding.

Tonal Glints is about Harriet, but also about James, and the ties that bind, even beyond death.  It’s a beautiful testimony about a continuing relationship, one sibling gone and yet not-gone.  We can look through this window and almost see her; but in this case, even a glint is a blessing.  (Richard Allen)

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Continua questo pellegrinaggio virtuale nelle platee dei teatri dell’immaginario. Sul palco si dispiega la forza del racconto mentre i nostri sensori captano le emozioni. Le luci si spengono per l’ennesima volta e ci ritroviamo in un ambiente saturo di pesantezza. I movimenti, i pensieri e le visioni, la nostra percezione è permeata di insondabile pesantezza. La stessa della materia: pietra, monolite, opale e basalto, che sovrasta il nostro respiro. Un senso di immobilità che lentamente si trasforma in sacra ed antica celebrazione del regno della penombra, lì dove pericolosamente si sono avventurati Roberto Galati e Federico Mosconi, riportando alla luce otto tracce di purissima poesia sperimentale che fuoriescono e scorrono colme di maestosa sostanza. Le chitarre di Mosconi urlano, si dibattono e infrangono contro il muro di noise sonico innalzato da Galati durante la sacra processione del suono. L’urlo brucia a contatto con l’eco dei droni, esplode di galassia in galassia, tutte racchiuse nell’attimo iterato di un ascolto finalmente placato, ai confini della penombra. IN HEAVY ROTATION.

Mirco Salvadori

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