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Track Orders. While the performances are not executed by machines, the impact of its influence carries on down, all the way to Aphex Twin's zenith of robotic beauty, The Richard D. James Album. The first is arranged entirely with electric and acoustic pianos with some help from Robert Wyatt , the second a chorus of voices, and the third and fourth pieces a combination of those elements with additional synth.

The drifting and staggered arpeggios cascade in slow-motion giving the pieces a shapeless consistency — somehow always moving forward, yet remaining frozen. A suitable antidote to muzak, if there ever was one. Truly sublime. Hints of Eno's dark soundscapes can be heard from the likes of Biosphere, Andrew Chalk and Aphex Twin's Selected Ambient Works Volume II , yet Eno himself drew inspiration for On Land while visiting Ghana where he made field recordings and clustered disparate sounds into a single aural frame.

In doing so, Eno discovered a simple and effective concept: with the elimination of melody and rhythm, sound becomes flattened in the stereo field and thus creates a world unto itself. As the artist states, "the landscape has ceased to be a backdrop for something else to happen in front of: instead everything that happens is part of the landscape.

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There is no longer a sharp distinction between foreground and background. Absolutely timeless. Forty years later, filmmakers still mine this album for material, and Music For Films still holds together rather well. You can hear a lot of similar ideas for what would go into Another Green World and Before And After Science , which makes one wonder how much of these recordings came from those sessions. The first in the series is 's Discreet Music , which Eno describes as the genesis for his ambient music. While recouperating in the hospital after being struck by a car, Eno found himself inspired through another type of accident.

He had been brought a record of 18th century harp music to listen to; after struggling to put the record on in his weakened state, he found the amplifier levels way too low and one channel of the recording completely missing. Thus, he was forced to strain to hear anything but the loudest notes above the ambient din in the room.

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Add to this Eno's admission that he considers himself a better conceiver of plans than executor of ideas, and you have the foundations for Discreet Music. Eno's goal was to set up a system that generates music with as little input from him as possible. To this end, he created a feedback loop into which he could insert pairs of notes and let the ensuing echo box and delay do the rest. With Nue , Tashi Wada's ensemble — featuring his father, the famed sound artist Yoshi Wada — makes a strong play for the series's strongest and most engrossing title yet.

With titles referencing the geologic and the ritualistic — "Aubade," "Litany," "Niagara," "Fanfare" — the tracks on Nue amass and shed layers of drone and overtone, shades of melody and sheets of reverberating space. The pieces assemble themselves around the inexorable pull of Yoshi Wada's bagpipes, their reedy, earthen blare both tempered and enriched by quizzical, ascending keyboard phrases, undulating clouds of percussion, queasy electrical thrum, and wordless vocals.

Wada's group has created a suite of music with the heft and depth of dub, densely detailed with fluttering blurs of string and drone, glissandi like shrieking tendrils of sound as they escape upward. And where are those klaxons coming from? Wada's ensemble swells and heaves and rests with a mesmerizing and sublime organicity and sense of mood. Much of Nue is a deeply unnerving listen, charting territory where curiosity curdles to dread, no less claustrophobic for all of its blasted space. Haunt Me, Haunt Me Do It Again was the first in a series of releases that would establish Tim Hecker as a master of sonic conjuration, manipulating sounds into something living and breathing.

With a monochromatic palette of fractured samples, expansive washes and textural drones, Hecker never forgets the basic tenets of composition. As sublime and very subtle forms, delicate melodies of just a few slowly repeated notes swell to the surface only to quietly retreat into the many diaphanous folds. His rhythmic elements appear in the form of time-stretching samples into brittle, repetitive chunks that flicker in and out with dense rumbles.

It's easy to see how much modern music was foreshadowed by this album and Hecker's beautiful, hazy soundscapes. Warren Sampson released his only album, Traveller , in and not long after, it was gone. Not gone in the figurative sense as in ignored or quickly forgotten, but rather literally gone as Sampson threw most of the original pressing in a landfill.

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It's fortunate for us, then, that Chicago-based label Love All Day who resurrected another beautiful, private-press obscurity, Planetary Peace presents a timely reissue of this lost ambient classic. At its heart, Traveller drew inspiration from a painting that Sampson first saw in London in About that painting, the artist reflects, "Looking for it online now I find I had the title wrong and it probably wasn't hanging in the gallery I thought it was.

Oh well. How much new art is created by trying to copy something and getting it completely wrong? Chinese ink painting in particular is something I have to restrict to those small doses. It absolutely, completely overwhelms me. I mean holy shit. The power and depth and atmosphere of simple black ink — the stuff they sign checks with — applied to take the maximum effect of the swirling, cloudy texture of silk.

Those Chinese painters invented negative space. This sentiment perfectly captures the vibe of Traveller : poignant without pretension.

Displaying a warmth not usually associated with the "fourth world" scene, Sampson finds solace and humanity in the sparse contours of Traveller. Perhaps the fact that he is from Minnesota appears apropos. Where else does one find tenderness amid the icy brutality of nature? Built on repeating guitar and synth patterns that slowly unfold over 46 minutes, Traveller is a journey through the long Midwestern winter.

While electronic music of the '80s is often presented as an offering to a higher power supernatural or technological , the beauty of this LP is in its simple earthiness — an offering to the dirt, the ice, the unending flow of a river, the purity of black ink on paper. Peter Brotzmann's second release as a leader, this was the album that firmly established his voice as a performer and an improviser, defined what would become the FMP aesthetic, and truly distinguished European free-music from its American counterpart. Machine Gun opens with a deafening blast of pure sound, a pummeling broadside of Brotzmann, Evan Parker, and Willem Breuker's saxophones.

Even today, so many years after this was captured to tape, it's still startling, and still brings to question any ideas you might have about what could be considered "jazz. Noise artists for generations to come would give everything to be half this abrasive. Machine Gun is not all volume, though: there are passages of silence and chilling hints of space between barrages of instrumental fury.

There are even hummable themes, however brief they may be. One of two drummers in the group, Han Bennink loudly declares his intent to push free percussion in a direction unique from his American counterparts, Murray, Graves, and Ali. If there is one Peter Brotzmann record to own, this is it; if there is one European free jazz record to own, this it. We are thrilled to see it available again. Don't sleep. Between and , Wire made three astounding albums with all appropriate economy and precision, delivering maximal effect via minimal structure.

Not a single superfluous note. Impossible to forget. Confronted with the opaque estrangements of Chairs Missing , a listener might be forgiven for thinking that this is stuff of a different lineage altogether. Wire's sophomore LP takes the monochrome negations of their debut and turns them inside out. In-studio experiments and controlled doses of synthesizer introduce ambience, dissonance and texture into the band's kaleidoscopic sound.

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Wire - LP Pinkflag. Oblique freeze-frame explorations of psychology and gesture, position and perception.

Songs against themselves. Such an enduringly influential and preternaturally inventive hat trick has hardly been matched, let alone bested, in the years since. Pink Flag remains punk's first and most potent autocritique. A surly, brutalist piss-take, airless and above all abstemious.

No guitar wankery, no sloganeering, no quarter.