BRUCKNER: Happy End 12” EP Moozak


BRUCKNER: Happy End   12” EP Moozak

The joint efforts of Didi Bruckmeyer and Bernard Loibner come together on this rather limited vinyl EP. Improvised acoustics sitting amongst a bed of warm electronics appears to be the order of the day; and whilst being systematically bonkers, it is intriguing and listenable.

The vocals on this release are cut into a peculiar array of odd chants and warbles; and opening track ‘Further’ for all its nonsense, to my surprise didn’t culminate in me switching this off.  For the most part, there is an almost low-fi feel to the proceedings; such is the pleasantry. Chirpy harmonics flutter away, as the tracks come and go with relative speed.

‘Happy End’, lets be fair, is no world-beater; and for the most part this feels amateurish and underdeveloped.   However, it’s one of those releases that for some unknown reason, sinks under your skin; and I listened to this end-to-end, without any inclination to back away. This is most likely where the magic lies, with Bruckner toying with the synapses on an infantile, yet pleasing level. Either way, as hard as this is to review, being devoid of genre; I can’t hate it.


TATTERED KAYLOR: Selected Realities DVDr/CDr Moozak

TATTERED KAYLOR: Selected Realities  DVDr/CDr Moozak

As this is my initial introduction to the works of Australian artist Tessa Elieff, I decided on the CD first.  It must be ‘unlucky field recordings day’ for me, as once again this is another release that falls firmly within the nail-biting genre I term as ‘pissing around pointlessly’.

Elieff has a fascination with microphones and the techniques required within, to capture audio in a multitude of ways.  Once again another ‘artist’ of this ilk has placed a whole heap of time energy into recording rubbish, when they could be actually concentrating their efforts into something fruitful; 5:27 of birds tweeting, would be time better spent if I was sat in a field with a picnic listening to them on my own. In fact anything would be time more appropriately utilised than this and no amount of lifeless ambient drones either side will save a project, or my sanity.

I simply couldn’t be bothered even taking the DVD out of the case.  A lot of field recording artists, whilst comprising of absolute zero talent, can still make me smirk; this doesn’t.  We only have one life and Tattered Kaylor has wasted many minutes of mine that I will never ever get back.