If you are the kind of person who is excited by the idea of a guy
sitting at a snare drum and running objects around the perimeter to
produce a whirring tone, you are about to lose your collective shit. If
not, keep reading anyway - yes, it sounds zany, but rest assured, this
is not a release you are going to want to sleep on in 2024.
Etienne Nillesen carefully runs percussive mallets that resemble
elongated Chupa-Chups and other different objects along and around the
snare head, the vibrations of which result in a tone which drones
continuously. Deeply concentrated, he achieves a zen-like state to
produce a pure sound, metallic, and soothing. There is something about
the reverberations of the constant kinetic movement which is both
intimate and addictive: we are invested, sharing this journey of focus
with him and we need to hear what happens next.
It’s an endurance piece with occasional silent breaks for effect, but
also presumably, to switch sticks/mallets/whatever. These moments are
like resting phases between performing an exercise routine. A chance to
sit and just allow the heart to relax before the next phase of activity.
So often projects like these suffer from pretentiousness, especially in
the liner notes. Thankfully for en this is not the case. Nate Wooley's
thought-provoking written additions are an invitation to join the
universal “quest for silence," claiming that Nillesen has found it. “But
will we make the effort? Are we strong enough? And are we wild enough to
be unafraid of what we may unlock?” It’s not so much about the literal
moments of silence, moreso the respect for the silence required to
really open one’s ears; to take the time to sit and simply absorb what
we hear.
There is really no better way to consume the en experience than by
sinking into your favourite chair, putting on a great pair of
headphones, cranking the volume up to 11 and closing your eyes. The act
of listening is as meditative and as concentrated as the method required
to produce it. One feels a connection - a knowing, trusting bond amidst
the tension. In keeping with the minimalist aesthetic, the record
contains only one track, commanding the listener to consume it the whole
way through. Runtime is around half an hour. Even the very name of the
record is minimised: the two uncapitalised initials of the artist.
Cover artist Eva Jeske collaborated with Nillesen in 2022 on a work
entitled “i will keep drawing circles until it becomes a picture." From
her website: “an installative composition and performance for an
electronically augmented snare drum and spatially distributed
quadraphonic snare drum speakers.” The piece is a painted circle which
appears to have been painted to mimic the motions of Nillesen’s
technique, layering circles on top of circles “until it becomes a
picture." But this work is not the one depicted on the cover - this is
“Membrane;" an imprint of one of Nillesen’s own drum heads, picking up
on fine details in physical texture, crackling pathways in stoney grey,
like a drop of water on hot cement. Apt? You betcha.
The subtle nuances in sonic texture, overtones, and kinetic “whistling”
are earthy, rich, and as varied as wind through the trees. It is primal,
grounding, and without getting too esoteric, some might even go as far
as to call this “spiritual.” Certainly ritualistic, and vaguely
metallic. Mechanical in execution, but performed by a human (or is he?)
Intimate. Public. Private. Introspective. Outrospective. There is a lot
of dichotomy at play for an LP with such a basic premise. It’s the whole
package deal: A simple idea, well rounded from top to bottom, and
perfectly executed. But where to from here? It’s hard to imagine how
Nilleson could develop this skill any further - the 30-minute runtime of
en feels just sufficient. Should one feel the desire to reconnect with
his technique then there’s always the opportunity to replay it… but why
get ahead of ourselves? For right now, we have this, and for right now
there is nothing quite like it… and to top it all off, the cover is
lilac.
Simply remarkable.
1 comment:
Love this review down to the lilac cover—Sarah Grosser has sublime taste and knows her shit, can’t wait to lend a hungry ear.
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