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Phon°noir is matthias grübel. ‘putting holes into october skies’ is his debut album. it was written and recorded in a room in berlin. creating an own sphere between clicks’n’cuts and songwriting, this intimate record invites you to enter fragile little soundscapes in a charming less-is-more-mode. ethereal guitars meet warm lo-fi-electronics, forming 16 melancholic tracks. comforting like the end of a long winter. playful yet broken, distraught and despairing, but always with a chink of light hiding around a forgotten corner...
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from one darkness into another // measuring light with phon°noir // notes on ‘putting holes into october skies’ by JÖRG ALBRECHT onethousandninehundredandeightytwo pictures come together somewhere in the telencaphalon_ in at least onethousandninehundredandeightytwo different lights_ a summer’s shadow: tenthousand lux_ streetlights: ten lux_ a starry night: zero-point-zero-zero-one lux_ only flickering eyes can see themselves_ only buzzing ears can listen to their own sound_ only when they’re cracking, our canals can hear their own crackles_ but this is the sound of the streets cracking beneath his feet_ and this is the way the trees are shaking, empty as they are, at least they’re trying to dance_ in his head the light measuring apparatus keeps moving and continuosly produces sounds_ everything is exhausted in the light on the sidewalks & in the light of the street lamps_ so exhausted it makes you feel good, he thinks_ cause this kind of exhaustion is not trying to make itself a home inside the lungs, it’s anxious to be exhaled again, into what is waiting behind the clouds_ it’s anxious for everything! to unfold_ breath must be collected in order to tell a story_ maybe one of a long winter that sees somebody sitting in his room, plugging sound into sound, not like lego, not like tiny plates of skin_ another year came as a surprise and so there is more work ahead_ order the scattered plates of skin and distinguish the different lights and unfold the onethousandninehundredandeightytwo pictures_ maybe this is what he’s thinking of while he’s sitting here, squeezing a short vibrato out of his guitar, thereby loosening a bit of snow from the rooftop, which then comes tumbling down by his window, just to tear a white hole into the ground_ and that’s what he sees, having the perfect view, that’s what he sees and he smiles_ and the sounds of this white hole go on their journey, from his nerves to his hands and into the strings and keys_ like jangling pieces of glass, he thinks_ like a fever, he thinks, creeping up inside when you’re young and going to sleep, waiting for somebody to come along_ he’s hoping that the snow will disappear before all is transparent and and no longer unfoldable_ hoping that above him something will open up instead_ hoping that the winter skies will unfold, turning into spring skies_ and and then maybe there is a room, so much remained unsaid, where there is enough of all sounds, enough of all lights, of all kinds of lights, and in this room.
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