Was soll schon passieren by Markus Reineke


Markus Reineke | Was soll schon passieren
Pan Y Rosas Discos (DL)

These are improvisations over other erased recordings, giving you the feel of the olde Rauschenberg/de Kooning sleight-of-hand, portions removed, portions obliterated, nonsensical, chance traces remain. Lots of breathing via flute, very organic in combination with the percussive rustling and spacy effects. Markus Reineke‘s approach is by way of a half dozen free-form recordings, superimposed and regenerated by way of bass recorder, analogue synthesizers, various found objects and other in-situ sounds to develop a truly atonal imperturbableness. It is at once fleeting as it is dynamic. This hour long series of sessions is broken into three numbered parts.


Translated into What Should Happen? the title distills the eternal naive question, fate and its command of our next step. As you might imagine, the dips and gulps, swooping and pulsations, all totaled, really avoid answering that question directly. But one cannot deny the underlying response through its broken, excerpted and edited construct – there is as emotional a charge to spring forward as there is in delving in a closet congested by sobering memories.

There is an intimacy here, as if I am eavesdropping on an artist making sketches, a work-in-progress. Improvisation can have that floating, in-between-ness, but here it’s a bit to a fault. It is not faulty, au contraire. It is moreso as if the artist has an open access channel allowing his listener to see each movement, up close, mistakes, errors, and repeats, try try again attempts. In this light Was soll schon passieren has this raw spirit. That spirit, perhaps a journey towards a new language that speaks only through its abstract behavior.

Ultimately, this is completely intriguing in its altered state, at times veering desperately to an old-time sounds effects record, but one that has gone to the leftfield and quite close to the deep end. Alternatively, in isolation, the actual playing of stray instruments is emotional, breathy, wry and a bit of an addictive spectacle to behold.

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