apsomeophone by candlesnuffer
Credits
released September 17, 2021
This follow-up to candlesnuffer's eponymous debut on Dr Jim Records is David Brown's finest work to date, a striking collection of compositions in which the Australian guitarist pays homage to the founding fathers of musique concrète (the album title is a reference to Pierre Henry's Apsome Studio). As Brown's frequent playing partner Anthony Pateras notes in the liners, the music references "everything from the GRM to Japanese folk to Bartók to devastating death rock [..] a visceral performance language that would make any supposed 'post' rocker shit their pants – and probably Boulez as well." In the bad old good old days of razor blades and Scotch tape, a piece like the opening "Were holes mended?" would have taken weeks, nay months, of painstaking work in the studio – which is not to imply that Brown threw it together in an afternoon. Far from it: even with today's state-of-the-art software there's an enormous amount of patient sequencing involved here, as samples of the music of Henry, Cage, Ligeti, Takemitsu and Bartók are reconfigured into startling and startlingly coherent compositions over which Brown layers his own distinctively spiky guitar improvisations. It's a shame in a way that he's released this under the candlesnuffer moniker (which those unfamiliar with the name could easily assume is some sort of Death Metal or grungy hardcore outfit – Brown is, for better or worse, perhaps best known as the bloke who started out as a member of AC/DC..), as it deserves to be just as widely circulated in the contemporary classical market served by labels such as Mode. Perhaps Pateras could put a good word in with John Zorn (Pateras's own Mutant Theatre after all came out on Tzadik) – Zorn maybe more than most could appreciate the brutal jump/cut aesthetic that Brown adopts here to such deadly effect. There are plenty of twists and turns in each of the eight tracks, and Brown's soundworld, with its Samurai shrieks (courtesy Kurosawa), vicious shards of guitar and skull-shattering percussion, is thrilling enough to keep you coming back again and again. – Dan Warburton/Paris Transatlantic.
This follow-up to candlesnuffer's eponymous debut on Dr Jim Records is David Brown's finest work to date, a striking collection of compositions in which the Australian guitarist pays homage to the founding fathers of musique concrète (the album title is a reference to Pierre Henry's Apsome Studio). As Brown's frequent playing partner Anthony Pateras notes in the liners, the music references "everything from the GRM to Japanese folk to Bartók to devastating death rock [..] a visceral performance language that would make any supposed 'post' rocker shit their pants – and probably Boulez as well." In the bad old good old days of razor blades and Scotch tape, a piece like the opening "Were holes mended?" would have taken weeks, nay months, of painstaking work in the studio – which is not to imply that Brown threw it together in an afternoon. Far from it: even with today's state-of-the-art software there's an enormous amount of patient sequencing involved here, as samples of the music of Henry, Cage, Ligeti, Takemitsu and Bartók are reconfigured into startling and startlingly coherent compositions over which Brown layers his own distinctively spiky guitar improvisations. It's a shame in a way that he's released this under the candlesnuffer moniker (which those unfamiliar with the name could easily assume is some sort of Death Metal or grungy hardcore outfit – Brown is, for better or worse, perhaps best known as the bloke who started out as a member of AC/DC..), as it deserves to be just as widely circulated in the contemporary classical market served by labels such as Mode. Perhaps Pateras could put a good word in with John Zorn (Pateras's own Mutant Theatre after all came out on Tzadik) – Zorn maybe more than most could appreciate the brutal jump/cut aesthetic that Brown adopts here to such deadly effect. There are plenty of twists and turns in each of the eight tracks, and Brown's soundworld, with its Samurai shrieks (courtesy Kurosawa), vicious shards of guitar and skull-shattering percussion, is thrilling enough to keep you coming back again and again. – Dan Warburton/Paris Transatlantic.








