VITAL (STAALPLAAT) NETHERLANDS Recorded one night not so long ago by a guy
name Mattin, who
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‘overpowering in its visceral low-end
assault…..an awesome soundworld’
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Banana fish 16. 2002. San Francisco.(review by S. Glass) Joining Mattin on the Sakada CD (w.m.o/r), Rosy Parlane of Parmentier and AMM's Eddie Prevost waste no part of the rattlesnake. Swollen, tellurium-gilded tails twitch between booby-trapped, misfired welds - a corral of liberated aerospace static where vinegar-soft-ened slotcar motors smolder (having benn insufficiently lubricated with skin secretions), and tiny, capped fangs rasp cymbals the size of sports umbrellas.The "I Kill It, I Grill It" ethos is alive and well.
http://pub135.ezboard.com/fnoisebotboardfrm2.showMessage?topicID=48.topic MATTIN "Sakada"
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The Watchful Ear (Richard Pinnell, UK) The other disc I played was the first release by Sakada, the trio of Mattin, Eddie Prevost and Rosy Parlane. The disc is a studio recording made back in 2001 at LMC Sound in London and was the second release on Mattin’s own w.m.o/r label. I wanted to play this one not only because I hadn’t done so since just after it was released, but also because it showcases an early example of Prevost playing with a couple of the younger musicians that passed through his weekly improvisation workshops. Its a wild affair. The first of the four pieces sees Prevost going mad at the drums, rolling out fast jazzy patterns as he keeps pace with Mattin’s distorted laptop screeches and Parlane’s semi-electronic percussion, but there is a nice layer of detail to the track, its not just a white noise with drums affair, and although the music twists and turns violently and at great volume it does so with a degree of subtlety remaining in place. The second track extends this further, moving through a series of little plateaus of activity with before it finally lets rip with a wall of ugly bass droning that reminds you that Mattin is involved here. Well, it was subtle for a while. The third track follows suit, aggressively bowed metal and booming tam tam swells together as an ominous cloud of deep electronic rumble floods the background, eventually morphing into a dentist-drill like shriek as the two percussionists fire off of each other at volume, crashing and smashing around until a brief lull is found. The twenty-four minute long fourth track begins with a little more colour to it as a midrange sinetone is joined by clanking metal chimes but it soon goes off the richter scale again into a torrential wall of noise, the like of which Prevost hadn’t been involved with since the early days of AMM and probably hasn’t been involved with since. Listening to this today at reasonable volume was actually a genuinely disturbing, almost frightening experience. The music somehow has a relentless dark edge to it, permanently oppressive, not allowing the listener any space at all. Despite the noise levels there is much to be heard in there, and although maybe the nuances of Prevost’s skilled playing are washed away down the musical u-bend of this recording by the layers of bleached sound enough of the shapes and patterns of the music remain to be heard and enjoyed. A striking release it is most probably available as a free download from Mattin’s site, but oddly if I came across it there I probably wouldn’t have downloaded it, while coming across its shiny silver packaging here today I couldn’t help but put it on. Hmm.
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