CD Die Schrauber Live in Europe
Clang 010, recorded 2008, released 2014 on Clang. Total Time: 62:37 Minutes. Hans Tammen – endangered guitar, blippoo box; Joker Nies – omnichord, circuit bent instruments; Mario DeVega – SPK®, amplified objects, blippoo box.
“A bracing sequence of seismic dynamics, barbarous stabs of modified frequencies, snippets taken from heaven-knows-what-third-world-radio, children at play with their own atomization, ominous manipulations…, problematic timbral layerings, rhythms that would not remain in place if nailed with a mallet.” (Massimo Ricci, Touching Extremes).
Hailed by their critics as “fiercely intrepid improvisers”, who would “win any title fight against the bastard sons of onkyo”, the trio DIE SCHRAUBER produces a wide variety of dense musical textures and high-energy interaction. With veteran circuit bender Joker Nies (Cologne), Mario DeVega (Berlin) on amplified objects and turntables, and Hans Tammen (New York) on Endangered Guitar and live sound processing, the trio exerts extreme control over their bizarre instruments.
As “Signal To Noise” observed: “They exploit their remarkable control and on-the-fly flexibility on this caffeinated exchange of pointillist fractals, oscillations, whirrs, drones, whizzes, buzzes, slurps, whoops, pops and clacks that bombard and scorch the ears with a heat-seeking intensity.”
Kassel, Theater des Westens, Jun 4, 2008
Strasbourg, Musée de’l art moderne, Jun 10, 2008
Zürich, WIM, Jun 8, 2008
Dortmund, MEX, Jun 7, 2008
MS Stubnitz (Amsterdam), Dec 2, 2008
Bonn, Alte Kirche, Jun 6, 2008
Front Cover Photo (MS Stubnitz): Joker Nies
Ensemble Photo (Kassel): Leo Rauh
Touching Extremes – Massimo Ricci
Prologue: an improviser’s fearlessness can also be demonstrated by utilizing a blippoo box (sure, I had to look for that – but the creative principles that subtend its utilization are fantastic, if you ask me). Then again, artists characterized by the press release as men “who would win any title fight against the bastard sons of onkyo” have to be cheered. Just let me be your Angelo Dundee, guys, and we’ll go far.
That brilliant music like what’s contained by this disc has to wait nearly six years to be published is beyond this writer’s understanding. Ever since the manifest absurdities of the initial track “Opening (Kassel)” the quantity of data conducted by Die Schrauber to the brain is amazing, exactly as the capricious richness of the trio’s palette. A bracing sequence of seismic dynamics, barbarous stabs of modified frequencies, snippets taken from heaven-knows-what-third-world-radio, children at play with their own atomization, ominous manipulations (“Strasbourg” is a masterpiece in that sense), problematic timbral layerings, rhythms that would not remain in place if nailed with a mallet. All sounds are entirely serviceable and often utterly splendid, merging inside the music’s clustered lineament thanks to a type of instinctive vision that certain theoretically emancipated ensembles could not brag about.
The recusancy of readying in the awesome plurality of acoustic inventions establishes a firm clutch on the concentration while enhancing our ability of simultaneous discernment. Headphones are totally recommended; too many micro-details in there that risk to be overlooked, and instead are essential. Shortly after the start, the feel here was already one of extemporaneous conversancy with the material, whose unmerciful naturalness is – for lack of a better adjective – healthful. The tedium typically associated to the circles of pedantic avantgarde appears remote as the blurred retention of an old bad dream: everything coming out of those circuits, magnets, strings and objects is discharged under the semblance of hyper-stimulating audible protrusions, with mere instants of “source recognizability”. As the concluding segments – “MS Stubnitz Finale” and “Wind Up (Bonn)” – hoisted us through the exit door via agitated pattern reduplications and propulsive irresponsibility, we were left fantasizing on an implausibly low-budget Steve Reich + Roedelius temperamental partnership culminating with the two swapping venomous words after their van has given up the ghost in the middle of a red-light district somewhere.
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