Experimental Electronic Music
Every bit as eclectic, nuanced and playful as all of his previous work, Dubio is still Kettel, but reforged in a glittering new image. One that takes time to slither into the subconscious, but grows more compelling with each listen. One that compels a reevaluation of his entire oeuvre.
These soundscapes exist within a delicate balance of fragility, inchoate shape and form yet held together with a structure and purpose set forth by the composer himself. It bears repeated listenings which will bear different fruit each time, and comes highly recommended.
Despite being a split release, Imagined / Awakenings strikes a careful balance between two talented audio sculptors, offering a propelling blend that entices listeners to return again and again, discovering new layers with each play.
In a world where music often trends toward the loud and assertive, Les Toiles De Nuits is a breath of fresh air. It celebrates the art of subtlety and the beauty of sparseness, inviting us to find solace in the spaces between sounds.
Ditching the percussive side in favor of more timbres and textures, Whatever The Weather II depicts some wonderful spacious soundscapes.
Throughout the compilation, Transmission 010 embraces a range of ambient sub-genres, from weightless hazy pads to richly dense sound design, ensuring that each listener finds moments that resonate. The interplay between light and shadow, movement and stillness, results in an experience that feels vast yet intimate.
With Lifeless Ground, Sjellos plunges listeners back into the dark, mechanical abyss introduced on his last album Transmission Lost (2013), intensifying the grim sense of desolation and uncertainty. Each attempt to move brings flashes of forgotten memories, or fractured images of a past life.
Within Silent Observers, Substak examines humanity’s need for mental escapism from reality’s harshness, seeking self-reliance, connection with nature, and alignment with the inner spiritual cosmos.
Exploring the shining transcendental ego absorbed by transportive sound motifs and by a kaleidoscope of spiritual colors.
Listening, I want the big fat flakes to fall from these dense ambient envelopes and rippling contours. Yet like the snow, these flakes of sound don’t fall, they just hover over the listener with a sense of unknowing dread. Moody isn’t even the half of it.
