NORBERT MÖSLANG: Killer_Kipper LP Cave


NORBERT MÖSLANG: Killer_Kipper   LP  Cave

Under the Banner of “cracked everyday-electronics”, this two-track album sounded promising initially.  Side A, clocks in at nearly 14 minutes starting off with lowing rumbling Dark Ambient, that is steadily interrupted with a variety of noisy electronics and shuddering thumps.  Ever so teetering on the edges of PE, there are elements within this release that should appease those who follow such labels as Freak Animal and so forth.

Side B, carries on immediately from where the groove ends on Side A, with the only break in the chain being the lift of the needle and flipping the vinyl over.  From here on in things do get steadily noisier and eventually plateau into a throbbing hum.

I do like my Power Electronics, but I am more the kind of person who likes the overspill of someone screaming his guts out over the top, so there is little more for me to say with regards to this album.  For those who listen to genre solely and nothing else (yes, I know you exist), then there is much on here you will relish.


FRANCISCO MEIRINO: Untitled Phenomenas in Concrete CD Cave

FRANCISCO MEIRINO: Untitled Phenomenas in Concrete  CD Cave

The first phenomena I actually encountered with this album was how to actually get the CD out; gritting my teeth in the realisation that I was intentionally required to tear the sleeve at the seam.

Spanning one long track at near 38 minutes it took three years for Meirino to compose this from 2008 to 2011, utilising a digitised tablet and computer with field recorded audio manipulated via a vector display.  This all sounds pretty impressive, but this would only be worthy of applause if the results were spectacular; of which they’re not.

Falling snow, cracking bones and such like might have provided an element of entertainment for Francisco whilst he ventured on various expeditions to source these recordings, but they mean little when translated to CD for the enduring listener to swallow.  I can think of no greater waste of my time than sitting through a collection of hisses and whistles, pots and pans falling over (sounds like that) or whatever, than actually enjoying actual music.

I am sure there are plenty of desperate folk out there who sit in dark, dank rooms subjecting themselves to this on a day-by-day basis, most likely needing some specialist form of mental health care and corks on their forks so they don’t hurt themselves at lunch time.