Furchick – Postcards from the Antipodes

Artist: Furchick
Title: Postcards from the Antipodes
Keywords: experimental furchick avant-garde field recordingsPerth
Label: Dog Park
Reviewer: Audio Hater

I remember once reading a negative review on a humble and honest blog named ‘yeah I know it sucks’ for a release done by a field recording artist who recorded all these city courtyards. It resulted in the artist writing a angry email why it was presumed boring, which of course nobody in our humble office had the will to reply; after all the audio on the album spoke for itself.

Courtyards in the city, some children playing, a bit of sunshine and all of the tracks could be only separated from the track title that corresponded to the place the track was recorded; these courtyards might have been beautiful in real life, a great walk for the recording artist himself but the actual audio recordings had been frankly boring and uninspiring as hell; I would prefer to listen to a non moving hour long harsh noise wall session as that would at least inspire until it hurts.

Of course city courtyards are nice, but it’s done so many times before, also it was so plain… I still can’t believe the recording artist complaining about it, why not go and risk your life as a field recorder, go to truly inspiring places to record, give the listener something to ponder and think about, take them to places that are so beyond that it will make them doubt that they exist; field recordings that will be adventures and sources for pure inspiration, not just a plain documentation of a elderly man setting up a microphone in the bushes next to a school. It’s kinda creepy! Or indeed a court yard that might offer beauty to the eye but nothingness to the ears… anyway, mister field recorder, if you read this by accident; here is your answer! It was boring & unimaginative!

And now listen up Mister field recorder, if you want to know what (in my honest humble opinion) a field recording album should sound like? Anything but boring and unimaginative? Take your head out of your ass and plug yourself into this brand new release by the lovely Furchick. You might have heard about her if you weren’t so busy selling your recordings of your daily walks nobody cared for… why not ‘photograph’ the food that you eat and open a Instagram account to share it like a true artist.

Anyway sorry for the migraine but here is that one word for you again; Furchick!

Remember her name well as she will become either your worst nightmare, or be the inspiring artist that you will adore and look up to! Her just released field recording release (available for free download and pay as you go; eat that you CD only bore-galore!) is the ultimate proof that a field recording album should be entertaining for the ears (it can be entertaining for the eyes but it’s not important for the listening listener only for you – you selfish prick) the sounds of the field recordings would have to be seen through the imagination of a listener; the third eye working together with the ears!

Don’t take this wrong Mister field-recorder; I’m just passionately saying that field recordings have to bring colors to the table, moods, sources for fantasies and hints to stories, material that takes us out of the city courtyard and out to the corners of a volcano, a lake made of boiling mud, the sound of a sportive kangaroo doing a daily round of cycling in the park, the sound of flying in a hot air balloon or indeed (as recorded by Furchick!) a fly dying in Tuart Hill! You know; things of interest that had not been recorded hundred billion times before; inspiring inspirational journeys of microscopic or larger than life proportions!

Here, Mister field recorder listen to this album by Furchick and learn & observe! From the start with her ‘magpies in bridgetown’ she will slap your face with stunning intriguing material. Yes you could hear the magpies singing, the trees and the wind but it’s the care of it all.. the sound so nicely done in stereo and that intriguing rhythmic part which is a total mystery to me; what will it be? A wooden pump made by a magpie or indeed the tires of a kangaroo on its morning routine? If you listen carefully you can just smell the smells of a nice day in nature! That is, Mister field recorder a master piece!

If you aren’t convinced or still confused by how field recordings can be inspiring, please do check out the track with the boiling mud. Play it loud on a piece of headphones for the ultimate experience and here how Furchick controls the field recording and ultimately the listening experience of a listening field recording enthusiast! Hear how it builds up, how the mud is pumped and how the low sound of niceness becomes a total mystery! It’s like you are hearing the truth but don’t know what it is!

Even the event of a plane landing in New Zealand gets a spine shivering adventurous spin and twist. Furchick delivers this field-recording experience as if our ears are aliens listening in from the inside out. All the senses are recorded, from the hard beating lizard heart to the electricity that hits the air when the announcement of the landing drops its latest news. This is not a one sided picture of a artist going somewhere (like a city court yard) but a adventure in which the artist and listener are ‘in it’ together!

For more example action you can take your ears into ‘Black Hawk Helicopters in Dog Swamp’ a thrilling almost orchestral orchestrated session between flying machine and a responsive barking dog; a award winning combo on the field recordings version of the Grammy awards!

Even a more typical concept recording of weather with thunderstorms is included on this schooling (to you mister field recorder) release by Furchick. We can hear the weather, a bit of rain drops falling down and the fine conceptual feeling of warm and coziness; noting beats the romance of sitting dry when you hear the rain fall. But Furchick her thunders are like single sampled drums from a fanfare drum corps; it’s special and exciting as if there is something cut out, giving it a really surreal vibe and feel. Another surrealistic field-recording production is the one that covers the sound of Trains in Port Hedland; Furchick treats these trains like a experimental instrument, conveying a intriguing mood of beauty and tension at the same time. 

The final track, one featuring the waves in Coral Bay is another example that field recordings are worth the exploration as Furchick shows that those waves can be heard in different atypical ways, making them sound like they are electronic signs embraced by surrounding nature; it’s a adventurous composition and for sure a slap in the face to anyone with lack of imagination trying to record city court yards! Eat this people, as this is a very fine delicious sounding album that will take you out to the antipodes!

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3 Responses to Furchick – Postcards from the Antipodes

  1. Feminatronic says:

    Reblogged this on Feminatronic and commented:
    Finally, reblogging this review and ICYMI.
    Wonderful sonic postcards that demonstrate “field recordings are worth the exploration as Furchick shows”

  2. Pingback: The YEAH I KNOW IT SUCKS Podcast – volume 2 | Yeah I Know It Sucks

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