The Silent Anagram is a structure of sound spaces, in the soothing his restlessness hardly could be. , All is sound. " And so, the silence can be lost in the sound and what is between head and heart beat in unison from the clock. "all that is solid melts into noise. "
It is night. I grab my headphones, put the plate carefully on the turntable, wait until the needle is lowered and listen. The first room will open. It is beginning to clacking, rattling. A piano and begins to creep in a never-ending interval. Again and again find themselves to new sounds, noises. A melodica plays an apparent Melody, but no. Noise, rattles, rain, crushing noise, instruments. They play stand side by side and make it a reliable structure, which sounds reassuring in its monotony ( A Shift Full Of Shapes ). Then suddenly the next room. Still in the reverberation of the past, it is spherical, booming. Then sound games. Deep and full like church bells, high and metallic echoing like little bells. It rings quietly, seemingly at random from all directions. But even here there is a framework that prevents falling into the maintenance-free and that can evoke different associations with time and memories ( We Are All Balloons ). In the third room ( Pyramids ), it is quiet. He stands alone, surrounded by the others. Another piano. A new perpetual interval. The case is deeper, the sounds to back on heat and electronic, but adapted. Warm and comforting. Relaxation. Lean back. And can contribute. The piano swings like a lifeline quietly back and forth. More and more, such as deep breathing. I sit there, close my eyes and become absorbed. The noise and the buzz is growing and almost drowned out the piano, but it refers back to the simple melody of a violin. The room is filled and they are able to dive hard into the next.
In these thrown me. Dive again and hear the living sound of the piano before on electronic string. It has reversed. Sounds challenging. Then fractured guitar chords, again no real melody. But here too, want to stay the feeling. But the space attracts suddenly collapses and disappears ( A World Full Of Ordinary Things ). The needle is lifted and I sit and listen to the silence. She roars.
On the second page the appearance of new areas. You look familiar and yet new. Silent anagrams. Some thickens even more, another is released. It is just a voice and orchestral echoes away from all this sound like a dirge. (All That Is Solid Melts Into Noise ). Then again, crackle and buzz. A room with beautiful sounds and noises reminiscent of distant jackhammer ( Where Driving Bells Are Ringing ). Then, after a boom in the head, again like the ambient electronic Pending. ( Fireworks Brighten Your My Sky ). Finally, the last room. One enters for a smooth transition and is then surprised by that sound. Something that sounds so familiar and yet is not einordbar. A bit like crunching frogs on a summer evening. But maybe not really. It is different, and more. African insects are there in reality. An incredible sound. In the room everything works faster and more alive than before. Like a Departure and a final. The rest is still not lost it. Chimes, the frogs, plucked strings, bells, the eternal repetition. After four minutes, everything is reduced slowly and return the focus remains on that sound, until the needle again raises ( No Moving Parts Contained ). The silence roars still. But she's very aware.
A calming restless drive. She moves between the earth warm and cool electronic, is beautiful and stalk, on heat disturbing, melodic without melody, tonal and atonal. "Monotony is intensity" - the intensity of the monotony. The closer you listen, the more it is. The further away you get, the more uniform it works. And sometimes it's vice versa. Always new sounds, new sounds. They represent areas without permanent walls, and ultimately always feel. For there is no text, no specific tunes where you can hold on to. There is only what makes the music with one. It is music for the night because the darkness swallows everything could distract. And this can be found between the disturbing noise and ends in the music, which permeates through all sound spaces. Something universal living while rooted. A sound on its own. Divisible, but only perhaps at its best.
Tele Kaster is a project of Matt Grübel. As recycled paper noir he has already released two albums, worked with on various theater projects and goes with his new solo project Tele Kaster another unconventional way. He is supported by the video artist Stefan Bünnig who accompanied visually and in live performance the music. The album The Silent Anagram has been released exclusively on vinyl on the British label Panic arrest.
The most obvious and perhaps most beautiful anagram of silent is the way, listen. So listen. Silently ...
photo: mike ruiz
"the silent anagram"
panic arrest , 2009 lp
tele Kaster
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