By Hugo Truyens
This time
they assembled in a 17th century wooden church, exchanged the grand
for an upright and went for a recording session without much prewritten. Them being Anja Lauvdal: piano; Fredrik Luhr
Dietrichson: double bass; Hans Hulbækmo: drums.
Also known as Moskus. And by
their previous album Salmesykkel, nice word, which to those of the Norwegian
persuasion among us might sound as Psalmbike.
And that kind of makes sense, there is the feel of psalms there and of a
country ride on a bicycle. Quiet
joy.
The new album is called Mestertyven (master thief). It is altogether a different ride, still on a bike though. The countryside has changed and their ears have taken them out on a more roving course, a sparse theme is conjured up out of nothing much (stolen), that theme sets up a drive, a context and over and in this context the theme is played in, out, over and through. When much is said, all is done and we’re left with the subtle shading of a phial containing Nordic air.
Titles are Yttersvingen (Outer circuit) which goes out around the bend, on broken rhythm, Leverpostei med Brie (Liverpaste with Brie) which could be too much of a good thing to anyone but it stumbles nicely through the changes here and manages to bring all to a timely end. Most of the pieces are open ended explorations of the particular soundworld they find themselves in whether it be the pastoral sheen of Tradisjonskvelern or the hypnotic patterns of Tandem med Sankt Peter. Glasblasern delivers an eerie tinkling scene of free flowing faeries and manages to pull that off. Jag har ett agg (I have a grudge) contains a patiently buzzing bumblebee, it is the flight of, but not as you know it.
The new album is called Mestertyven (master thief). It is altogether a different ride, still on a bike though. The countryside has changed and their ears have taken them out on a more roving course, a sparse theme is conjured up out of nothing much (stolen), that theme sets up a drive, a context and over and in this context the theme is played in, out, over and through. When much is said, all is done and we’re left with the subtle shading of a phial containing Nordic air.
Titles are Yttersvingen (Outer circuit) which goes out around the bend, on broken rhythm, Leverpostei med Brie (Liverpaste with Brie) which could be too much of a good thing to anyone but it stumbles nicely through the changes here and manages to bring all to a timely end. Most of the pieces are open ended explorations of the particular soundworld they find themselves in whether it be the pastoral sheen of Tradisjonskvelern or the hypnotic patterns of Tandem med Sankt Peter. Glasblasern delivers an eerie tinkling scene of free flowing faeries and manages to pull that off. Jag har ett agg (I have a grudge) contains a patiently buzzing bumblebee, it is the flight of, but not as you know it.
Sound is used to intensify the silence. Sounds taken at face value and used, stolen from Monk, Bley, Moondog, some Harry Partch, and shaped into little slips of something. Quiet exhilaration. Thieves want quiet, not a barking dog. They will move on to the next house. The poet alone is capable of absorbing in himself the life that surrounds him and of flinging it abroad again amid planetary music (James Joyce). Listen. (nice cover too)
1 comments:
I really like this album. I always find good stuff when I stop in hear...lol Keep up the excellent work.
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