released on November 2005 w.m.o/r 23 Billy
Bao
1 Dame Kritmo Recorded by
Maikel at MIK studio in Bera Anti-Copyright EL ESLABON PERDIDO DEL ROCK RADICAL VASCO Alan Courtis 27 diciembre 2005 Reviews: Rock de Lux ( Barcelona, n. 239 abril 2006) Billy Bao son de Bilbao y, pese al juego de palabras y al título de su EP, el único rockabilly or rock n roll que hay aquí es mutante- a lo Jon Spencer- e instrumental: entrecortado, ruidoso y deconstruido hasta el glitch n roll de "Evapogoration" y la minimal " El grado zero del pulso": golpe de caja cada cinco segundos. Paris Transatlantic (Paris, February 2006)You never quite know what you're in for when you pop a Mattin disc into the machine (though, admittedly, if he's sharing the bill with Taku Unami or Radu Malfatti you can probably have an educated guess), and that applies to quality as much as content. Having found his Song Book singularly awful – and I can't help wondering if he didn't intend it to be, though perhaps the fact that I don't speak the language he's singing in means I'm missing out on something dreadfully important – I'll admit I was a bit alarmed at the prospect of a Mattin punk album called Rock'n'Roll Granulator. That said, the last album with the word rock'n'roll in the title, Norman D. Mayer and Hugo Roussel's Rock'n'Roll Motherfucker on the Priscilia label (RIP?) was what it said it was: a motherfucker. And so's this, even if it isn't really a punk album. Or rather it's a post-punk album. No, not even that – Simon Reynolds will write in and complain – erm, a post-post-punk album? Whatever it is it's terrific stuff. Mattin is joined by Alan Courtis, Xabier Erkizia, Alberto Lopez and Pablo Reche – and Billy Bao himself, who appears to be a Nigerian refugee stranded in Bilbao. A likely story, that – until presented with photographic evidence to the contrary, I'm more inclined to think he's another creation of the ever fertile mind of Mattin himself. Well maybe he'll write in and tell us one day. Three of the four tracks start out pretty rocky (post-rocky? aagh, don't start that again), all binary thrust and skronking clangy guitars, but they don't stay that way for long. Well, "Dame Kritmo" more or less does: it could just about be an Ex outtake (ca. Instants). "Evapogoration" is trucking along just fine until Mattin's laptop starts mashing it to shit at 0'38", the track literally splintering apart into shards of vicious glitch before emerging phoenix-like by 1'17" only to fuck up again just before the end. "El grado zero del pulso" (which my pidgin Spanish seems to indicate means "the degree zero of pulse".. that figures) doesn't get anywhere near punk. Though then again I suppose you could argue that it does, since it's all about mindlessly regular rhythmic drumming. It lasts 18'41" and consists of 193 repeated drum strokes roughly five seconds apart. After a couple of minutes wisps of other sounds drift in. There's a little guitar squeal at 4'45" and the texture thickens by the 12-minute mark, but the drums thud inexorably on. I wonder if Mattin know's Mathias Spahlinger's Ephémère, the central section of which calls for a percussionist to play sixty-five slow rimshots "as regularly as possible". The difference is that while Spahlinger's attempts at sameness result in difference – the performer can try to repeat exactly the same sound but s/he's doomed to fail, as the exposed nature of the sound makes clear to the attentive listener – Mattin's thuds sound maddeningly identical (sampled?), if very slightly irregular in their spacing. It's an extraordinary listening experience. So is the closing "Para ahuyentar ratas, humanos y ortos insectos", which starts out chirpy enough but soon descends into a cavern of sub bass rumble and never manages to climb out. It all certainly challenges our notions of what "rock" is – or even "music" itself – is, and if that isn't what punk's all about I don't know what is.–DWWFMU (New York, February 2006) An appropriate name I suppose for a guy who resides in Bilbao, Spain, and between this new EP and the "Bilbo's Incinerator" 7" two years back I am certain to gobble up any crust this Stooges-worshipping Nigerian ex-pat throws down. Mattin offers up an Mp3 of the 7" on their home page , and as a connoisseur of damaged, destructo-garbage psychedelic punk this slab ranks up there with any hate-fueled insanity committed to wax by the Brainbombs, Sightings, Liquorball, or Jim Steinman. You get piles and piles of brutal, mindless guitar ripping layer after layer into the proceedings, just getting worse as it goes along, but on the new EP, the heavy-handedness instead gets replaced with total confusion and deliberate mind-fuckery with your brain and speakers (note "Evaporogoration", (real audio) which caused several listeners and the Station Manager to call the studio when I played it, asking what was going on with the air signal). As punk rock as it all sounds, the modus operandi of Mattin seems very much to be computer music, and to some extent (my pal T. Hunger has accurately called it "rock concrete") Billy Bao falls under that category. I dunno, then you get "El Grado Zero del Pulso" which is a drum equivalent to Chinese Water Torture, you never know when the minimalism and silent passages are going to erupt into a pure shitstorm, and sometimes it does, sometimes it does not. Brian Turner Diskunion (Japan) おなじみ、WHITEHOUSE(ホワイトハウス)とRADU MALFATTI(ラドゥ・マルファッティ)の遺伝子を持つスペインのコンピューター・フィードバック奏者MATTIN(マッティン)による、腐敗したパ ンク・バンドBILLY BAO(ビリー・バオ)が、アルゼンチンの白痴的サイケデリック・ノイズ・バンドREYNOLS(レイノルズ)のALAN COURTISとコラボレーションした驚愕のファーストCD作品。まったく投げやりな楽曲と、LO-FI極まりないエディットでパンクとノイズ、物音、轟 音サイケデリック・インプロヴィゼーションをこねくり回した、意味不明感タップリの一枚。 Autsaider Magazine (Ukraine) R’n’r Granulator CD, w.m.o/r, 2005 Біллі Бао – нігерієць, який кілька років тому переселився з Лаґосу до Більбао (Країна басків). Там він зібрав панк-гурт, до якого ввійшли кілька аргентинських та іспанських музикантів. Зокрема на “R’n’r Granulator” грали: Біллі Бао (гітара, вокал, комп’ютер), Анла Куртіс (гітара, електроніка), Пабло Реше (електроніка), Хав’єр Еркізіа (гітара, електроніка), Альберт Лопес (барабани) і відомий Маттін (гітара, комп’ютер). Назва альбому сама собою налаштовує на пошук у музиці цього самого „гранулятора рок-н-ролу”, на вслуховування в намаганні розчути нотки демонтажу рок-н-ролу, його викриття, розвінчування, подрібнення, розпилення. Вже не підлітки віддають данину музиці свого отроцтва, музиці, якою захоплюються, і щодо якої розуміють, яка вона до відрази дурна. І перші дві композиції ніби відповідають очікуванням почути „переоцінку цінностей”. В “Dame Kritmo” рок трансформовано в загальмований ноу-вейв гітаристів-кубістів. Шумна, безшабашно-невимушена музика потроху уповільнюється, щоб у “Evapogoration” вибухнути драйвовим панком. В цьому треку справа й доходить власне до гранулювання. Давши музиці трохи подригатись, її ріжуть на маленькі шматочки, які, відокремлені один від одного паузами, спочатку зависають як водяні кульки у невагомості, а потім жмакаються як пластикові стаканчики. Звук проривається ніби через несправні динаміки. Хрум-хрум. Ось, здавалося б, все і стало з цією музикою зрозуміло. Рок-н-рол – такий любий і такий ненависний – деконструйовано і знешкоджено. З цирком дрібних підліткових пристрастей покінчено. Так. Так і не так. Музиканти не дають слухачеві насолодитися цією швидкою розгадкою, не полишають його в оточенні комфортних змістів. Після двох заводних номерів гурт виштовхує слухача в порожнечу третього “El grado zero del pulso”. Тобто в майже порожнечу: у повній тиші неспішний ритм відбивається одним-єдиним барабаном. Бум. Пауза. Бум. Пауза. Бум. Пауза. І нічого. Бум. І нічого. Нічого не відбувається. Аж згодом розсіяна монотонним стуком увага переноситься на задній план, на якому барабан віддається дивною луною. Ніби якась тінь мерехтить на театральних декораціях. А десь вже взагалі за лаштунками луна утворює в повітрі фідбек-фігуру. На якусь хвилину повертаються і знову зникають гітари. Їх місце займає високочастотний писк. Потім знову на сцену виходить гітара. Наче картину, музику повернуто до нас іншим боком. На звороті залишились композиція, кольори, пропорції, перспектива, форма. Перед нами чиста динаміка полотна. Ми вдивляємось і не бачимо нічого суттєвого – це просто полотно. Нічого особливого. Фон. Але на ньому, схоже, все і відбувається. А чи може фон вийти на передній план? Чи може фон подолати передній план, перетворитися на нього, зайняти його місце? В останньому треку, “Para ahuyentar ratas, humanos y otros insectos”, міститься натяк на відповідь на це питання. В ньому фон – це взагалі все, що в ньому є. Він не має переднього краю – тільки фон. Шумовий фон. Тобто передній план – у вигляді гаражного бенду – грає тільки на початку. Грає приблизно хвилину й зникає назавжди. А за ним вступає фон. З його тихого високочастотного писку, ще тихішого поскрипування, відлуння народженого у фідбеку звуку, що нагадує акордеон, завивання, приглушених пострілів народжується щільне відлуння вибуху, якого не було. Музика не вибухнула. Вона так і не наважилася нав’язати себе слухачеві, не зробила крок назустріч. Тим не менше все відбулося. Ми думали, що головне відбувалося перед нашим носом. Воно залазило нам у вуха, і ми охоче його туди впускали. А головне-то виявилося зовсім не там! Слід було не дозволяти передньому плану захопити себе, а навести фокус на задній план. Вся драма відбувалась там. На фоні.
BILLY BAO R’n’r Granulator CD, w.m.o/r, 2005 Billy Bao is a Nigerian who moved from Lagos to Bilbao (the Basque country) some years ago. It was there that he gathered a punk group which comprised of Argentinean and Spanish musicians. The line-up for “R’n’r Granulator” included Billy Bao (guitar, vocals, computer), Anla Courtis (guitar, electronics), Pablo Reche (electronics), Xabier Erkizia (guitar, electronics, harmonium), Alberto Lopez (drums), and Mattin (guitar, computer). The album title somehow makes one look for the mentioned “rock’n’roll granulator” in music, to deep-listen to music in a attempt to catch the notes of rock’n’roll deconstruction, denunciation, dethronement, disintegration, atomization. Here the artists, who are no longer teenagers, pay homage to the music of their adolescence, which, and they understand it now, is distastefully stupid. And the first two tracks seem to meet one’s expectations of hearing a sort of “reappraisal of values.” In “Dame Kritmo” rock music is transformed into off-speed no wave played by cubist guitarists. This noisy, daft and easy music gradually slows down to explode with neck-breaking punk rock of “Evapogoration.” The music, allowed to shake a bit, is subsequently cut into small pieces, which, separated by pauses, first hang like water bubbles in weightlessness and then are crushed like plastic cups. Everything sounds as if it was coming from defective dynamics. Crunchy. So, it seems as though everything is clear in this music. Rock’n’roll, so adored and so hated, has been deconstructed and destroyed. The circus of teen kicks is done away with. Right. Right, and not quite right. The musicians do not allow the listener to enjoy this early answer, do not let him rest in a comfortable environment of clear meanings. After two cheerful numbers, the listener is pushed into the emptiness of the third one, “El grado zero del pulso.” To be more exact, the emptiness is not absolute: there is still one drum that produces a simple beat in complete silence. Bounce. Pause. Bounce. Pause. Bounce. Pause. Nothing. Bounce. Nothing. Nothing happens. The listener’s attention is unfocused by the monotonous drum and it takes some him time to recognize an echo caused by the drum, flying on the background. It looks like a shadow flickering in theatrical scenery. The echo makes a feedback figure somewhere beyond the curtains. The guitars come for a moment and go. They are replaced by a high-frequency peek. Then the guitars hit the stage again. As if it was a painting, the music is turned to show us its reverse. The front-side is where composition, colours, proportions, perspective, form stay. We’re facing the pure dynamics of an unpainted canvas. We peer into it and we can’t see anything material: it’s only canvas. Nothing special. But apparently it’s where everything’s happening. Can the background come to the forefront? Can the background overcome the forefront, turn into it, edge it out? The album closer, “Para ahuyentar ratas, humanos y otros insectos,” offers a half-answer to this question. The background is all it has. There’s no forefront in it. There’s only hum. To be more precise, the forefront takes a shape of a garage band and plays at the very beginning. It plays for about one minute and fades away to never come back. It is followed by the background. Its high-frequency peep, hardly-heard scraping, echoing sound that is produced by feedback and resembles an accordion, fluttering, half-silenced shots give birth to a dense after-sound of an explosion that never took place. The music didn’t explode. It was too shy to foist itself on the listener, it never stepped up. Nonetheless, everything did take place. We thought the main thing was in front of us. It was crawling into our ears, and we happily let it in. But the main thing turned out to be in a different place! We shouldn’t have allowed the forefront captivate us and should have concentrated on the background instead. The main drama was taking place there, on the background. Roman Pishchalov The Broken Face Billy Bao is a free rock combo consisting of Xabier Erkizia, Alberto Lopez, Pablo Reche, Mattin and Alan Courtis. The latter is known from his work with Reynols and those digging the raw rhythmic collisions, the cluttering percussion and heavy distortion of that group won’t be disappointed with how Rock 'n'Roll Granulator (w.m.o/r) kicks off. That sort of clangy guitars and outsider punk rock vibe dominates the two opening tracks while “El Grado Zero Del Pulso” besides a little bit of processing and laptop hiss is just about nothing but regular drum sounds; seemingly endless repeated drum strokes a few seconds apart. Call it avantgarde if you will, or maybe rock concrete, and if you urge for comparisons think of a marriage between Reynols and Italian Starfuckers/Sinistri and you’re in the right ballpark. Mats Touching Extremes (Rome, February 2006) Billy Bao's noisy supergroup comprises Xabier Erkizia, Alberto Lopez, Pablo Reche, Mattin and Alan Courtis. Four truly sick tracks find the comrades playing ultra-distorted, angular guitar lines which get annihilated and/or chomped and spit out by various kinds of computer treatment, while the longest piece "El grado zero del pulso" is an extremely minimal percussive beat, echoed by modified ghosts of frequency as the time goes by. The record ends with a wonderful low rumble that extends its duration for long minutes, like a never ending thunder capable to lull us to sleep instead of scarying us. As usual with everything coming from Mattin's label, there is no compromise to any aesthetic law: the music is harshly sincere and direct to the bone; take it or leave it, this is as essential and brutally honest as you can get. Massimo Ricci The Wire (London, February 2006) Billy Bao, a bludgeoning free rock combo which at times recalls the thrashier moments of Reynols (whose Anla Courtis guest here). Both "Evapogoration" and "Para ahuyyentar Ratas, Humanos y Otros Insectos" gradually distil the noise and instrument feeedback, into laptop static and then out again, while "El Grado Zero Del Pulso" is an 18 minute kick drum mantra subtly coloured by processing. It's one of the most entertaining albums Mattin has been involved in. Keith Moliné The Zap Gun Outside
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