Artist: Christine Webster + Other Matter
Title: Messe pour les Temps pressants
Keywords: experimental free improvisation krautrock modular noise space rock synthesizer Paris
Where are we heading? What’s the point of all this? What’s going on? Questions that are reasonable in cuckoo land but perhaps we can bury them for a bit while the noisy abstractions of this album are coming out to do their thing?
Cause they are quite the thing over here, all blending into each other as if they had been unique individuals at some kind of crowded demonstration that is probably formed to hopefully lynch the greedy billionaires in broad daylight, completely forgetting that teaming up together in such small range might not be the best of ideas to do at this very moment.
But to be fair hearing this all, I doubt that these noises should stay secluded at home, as they are coming across as the ones that are immune for all this, they might be our (the nice sensible people) and nature’s saviours and are probably strong enough to disobey the dooms bells and probably bring some of their own to make the others sound undone. I wave gladly my flag as these noises are the act of resistance that we all should’ve been on the look out for!
They are out there in full command, guitars, unclassified animal sounds, electric abstractness, sublime weirdness; they are mostly not that friendly (although they are not evil and clearly not of the bad kind!) but rather on the edge of being psychotic, clearly fluttering around in a slight manic mania that could go wrong & they haven’t really decided which way they would complexly go.
Will these mass noises go for a panic attack or will they be strong and step right up to the evil overlords that sit on their thrones of golden toilet rolls?
Things are unclear, many questions might even be raised for each and every unique listener , but whatever happens you know it’s gonna be an intense ride either way.
It could be perceived as a nightmare scenario in which our noise friends have to abandon their good intentions and have to quickly flee from annihilation by the Babylonian forces , or they could all mass storm the evil baddies and spray them with toxic noises until they will see green.
I like them to win and not to hide and trust me that option might be one you should opt for too, as it will make the entire adventure into a satisfying one. They will win and life will be beautiful and nature and us will be living together in harmonic ways again, perhaps even way better than ever before! Maybe new flying animals might pop up, strange creatures that will be born to amaze us… ah yes, a positive noise show with a happy ending; isn’t that what we all need right now?
But whatever the scenario that you chose as the listener, you know that either ways of the adventure will be severely intense and action based. Flee like a pack of noisy action heroines for the crunching army of flattening tanks or jump over the borders and storm the houses of greedy individuals that people usually wave their flags for?
More relevant questions are raised: Where is the ‘beloved’ queen now? Where are the trust fund riches and why aren’t they opening their palaces for hospital services and donating the people’s money back into society? Where are the rich owners and filthy capitalists hiding in their luxury bunkers? Where is the outrage?
The outrage seems to be here, here in this post, in my heart and in this bunch of improvisational noise that turns out to be quite intense. It’s probably just channeling these scenarios inside of me and probably will be having a different effect on other recipients as they hear it, but to me personally I cannot escape these noises rebelling against the unfairness of society.
In my view they aren’t fleeing or being the slightest defeated. To me this all is like a positive freak show, one of burying our differences for the sake of becoming one for the good, noises of all kind that are climbing over the fences, trespassing areas of the selfish members of this dystopian society ready to hang them upside down over their balconies, drive them out of their luxury places by feet while noises of all kinds are hooting and tooting as they take over the wheels of their luxury cars for a chase they would never forget.
Run away, run away the amazing noises are here to stay! Claiming back what was once from the nice harmonic people… so why not spend some time with this vision of a generous and heroic act of noisy teamwork with (in my book at least) a happy ending! Long live the solidarity of individual noises!
https://othermatter.bandcamp.com/album/messe-pour-les-temps-pressants
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