Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Philip Jeck - Stoke


More divine sonic detritus from Master Jeck. Enjoy.

"With its acrobatic athleticism and penchant for charming gimmicks, in all likelihood HipHop will indefinitely dominate the field of turntablism. Even record-spinning abstractionists like Christian Marclay and Martin Tetrault, who may not always share HipHop's necessity for the beat, put on flashy demonstrations that engage the machismo of technique, alongside their critically minded recombinations of cultural readymades. While Philip Jeck's performances, installations, and recordings have centred around his arsenal of turntables (at last count, he was up to 180 antique Dansette record players, though more normally he performs on two or three, and a minidisc recorder), he isn't terribly interested in the contemporary discourse of turntablism, preferring to coax a haunted impressionism with those tools. However as a calculating improvisor, he shares affinities with the turntable community. Once he is in control of the overall context of the music, he leaves much to the spontaneous reaction towards sound at any given moment. A typical Jeck composition moves at an incredibly lethargic pace through a series of looped drone tracks caught in the infinities of multiple locked grooves. As he prefers to use old records on his antique turntables, the inevitable surface noise crackles into gossamer rhythms of pulsating hiss. Occasionally, Jeck intercedes in his ghostly bricolage with a slowly rotated foreground element - a disembodied voice, a melody, or simply a fragment of non-specific sound - which spirals out of focus through a warm bath of delay. For almost ten years now, Jeck has been developing this methodology, building up to Stoke, his strongest work to date. Its opening passages are on a par with his Vinyl Coda series, with Jeck effortlessly transforming grizzled surface noise into languid atmosphere.But Stoke really gets going with the breathtakingly simple construction of Pax, upon which Jeck overlays an aerated Ambient wash with the time-crawling repetition of a single crescendo from an unknown female blues singer. By downpitching her voice from the intended 78 rpm to 16 rpm, he amplifies its emotional tenor by making her drag out her impassioned declarations of misery far longer than is humanly possibly. The effect is just beautiful. Philip Jeck has always been good, but Stoke makes him great." - Jim Haynes

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2 comments:

  1. listened to this in work t'other night. Was well impressed and at a odds to try and explain it to possibly the most open minded of all music heads. If it ain't guitars then it's copied someone or other. Geezer even said "Sounds like Gay Bykers On Acid" when listening to Hot Snakes.

    Slap bang in the middle of Bristol. Forget what you read about Bristol music, it's a few pockets dotted here and there and not the euphoric musical state you read it to be. Certainly not in my job, maybe 8 (tops) out of 1500 ppl over 3 shifts.

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  2. I know man, although from those pockets sure came some good shit eh? At least you can relate to a small percentage, down here is exactly 0 and that includes my job and all my neighborhood, and possibly all the town. I don't mind it much though, there's still a fewe scattered round the island. Gay Bykers, Hot Snakes? Those rockist bastards sure are funny.

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