This volume (2 CDs) has qualities that are striking and emotionally powerful. I will just give some impressions.
It starts with a drowning car sinking in a road mess of noise and hullabaloo. The sounds are so real, so material, so physical, that we feel at home in each one. We are in a world of noises and sounds we know by experience, our everyday sonorous world. The only new element is the rearranging of these sounds into something that is not what we could hear in a simple and single street.
The mixing of these sounds, their succession and their superposition, their crossing and their intertwining are at times frightening as if these sounds and noises were alive and could overtake us, overwhelm our mind and being. And we let ourselves go in that universe and we are carried away into a world of surreal existence.
Rarely distorted the sounds are only associated in such a way that we can be seized by fear if not fright. The fear of being mentally transported to a country we do not really know and we'll have to discover, if we can open our ears and eyes long enough. The fright of someone who suddenly thinks that he might not be able to come back, he might be swallowed for good and digested by this sonorous world. The panic in front of this simple idea that maybe there is a matrix behind all that noise.
But that noise is there to charm us. It is made musical, rhythmic even melodious and the sounds that could be of musical origin or musical nature get the texture of noise, street noise or factory noise with a harmonious tinge. It is this divide that disappears and without that divide we wonder where we are, on which side of it that are no longer different, opposed, divided, separated. We have managed to bring together music and noise.
When it becomes rhythmic it takes the power of some Vodun or Voodoo incantation, ritual trance, magical divination, pure sorcery in the hands of the three weird sisters, Harmony, Melody and Rhythm. We have to let our most intimate fibers go into that rhythmic pulse that impulses and repulses at the same time our conscious mind into some experience of overwhelming seriation of pounding sounds or sounding pounds that prances onto us, that bounces us over the gate and the fence and the wall into pure beat, tempo, duration sliced into recoiling and leaping sounds that ricochet in our ears as if these ears were some sound stage or rhythm generator. We are generating and becoming that rhythm and we can't evade it any more.
At times some voices come up but they speak a primitive language that has no words just syllables that scream around and away, crossing the horizon of this sound stage as if the wings were in the foreground and the background on top of it all. The backdrop of these rare vocal elements is a multifarious and ever-changing soundtrack that never ends wrapping these few vocal elements up with swathes of absorbing cotton that retains the deep and light sounds and makes it a shrine for these vocal elements and we pray these divine apparitions to work some miracle and humanize this universe.
The last element that fascinated me was the sound of water. It is rare but when it comes it creates a peaceful moment when the mechanical and noisy sound world suspends its own existence and we suspend our own disbelief to envisage a regeneration, a rejuvenation, a rebirth of the colorful and pristine natural human world from the swarming crowd of biting banchees or stinging nettles or wasps. An instant of inner peace in an instant of outer aquatic rocking and rolling of the mental cradle of our souls mesmerizes and hypnotizes our spiritual energy.