It’s definitely time to break out ye olde Walkman. This new tape, the third release from Milan’s Chelidon Frame, is one of the more enigmatic records this year. Eigenlicht is loaded with microscopic surface effects and perplexing tones, darkly moody. The ten tracks across Left Bank are bathed is subtlety, as heard on the title track. It’s wiggly rhythms are like rubbery insect contortions and tiny kitchen motors. This is classic musique concrète brought to an earthy level.
The pairing of ambient drones, sensitive guitars and low-lying gears in motion stunt the imagination. His copious use of found objects makes the record an unexpected listen, and the addition of open wires rounds things off nicely. The Evening Hate testifies to this, by taking it’s time and making the actual physical actions altogether ambiguous.
Then there are four separate tracks, in succession, Pluto’s Moons are in Absolute Chaos (Nix, Kerebros, Styx and Hydra) that exemplify this artist’s unique programming, and concept here. These short ambient works are woven finely together with the utmost precision in terms of layering into the extended mix. It comes off as pressurized space music dotted with tiny crackling minutia and an underwater monitor that bleeps as if it were depths below. A secreted breathy effect looms as other actions occur at different vantage points. It’s a cryptic world he paints.
High Rise starts off with what may be a field recording of a rushing river, elusive as mixed and blended with a warm drone, the edge-less sense of space allows our senses to wax + wander. At dusk an eerie light appears After The Moonrise, it’s a shady ambient work that hides realities in the circulatory shadows. It conjures something immortal, eternal. And to its end, once the last track begins the voices are muted in this concealing light. Low Rise (Blackout) is a bit of a twisted tale, saved for last. It just rumbles with assorted toy radio bleeps, and fractured channel static. There’s a spinning wheel of animated beats and other interesting electronics, making this a box of discharged curiosities. This is a diamond in the rough.