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Jack Chuter

Feature: Review Of 2013

Feature: Review Of 2013

My 2013 began with a review of The Pentaki Slopes by Kangding Ray. I have a strong memory of listening to this release as I ran through Tottenham to catch a football game, with the hard beats and synthesiser strobes running in perfect parallel to High Road’s straight line

Review: Ex-Easter Island Head - Mallet Guitars Three

Ex-Easter Island Head are sonic detoxifiers, whose mallet taps initiate the liberation of debris trapped within the instrument fibre – lush tones pour out of each impact with the peaceful exhalation of a body cleansed, while the shivers of scraped strings kneed out a tension between wood and metallic tendon.

Review: Richard Moult + David Colohan - Hexameron

Each sound on Hexameron is like a cliff edge, leaving ever step of my journey in transitory uncertainty and suspension. Moments are held open in the weightless expectation that the future will come to catch them – pianos hang with held breaths, with open chords beckoning the response that will endorse

Live: Mike Majikowski + Seiji Morimoto + Piotr Tkacz + Frank Gratkowski @ 38 Flughafenstrasse in Berlin, 13/12/2013

Live: Mike Majikowski + Seiji Morimoto + Piotr Tkacz + Frank Gratkowski @ 38 Flughafenstrasse in Berlin, 13/12/2013

Upon walking past, 38 Flughafenstrasse appears to be a tiny gallery space with room for performance equipment or an audience, and both at a stretch. As I step inside, I realise it’s a mini-network of four interconnected rooms, which Quiet Cue utilise to break up the immobilising intensity

Review: Domnitch + Gelfand + CoH + Prudence + Lopez + Tietchens - Liquified Sky

There’s something frightening about the fact that quantum behaviour can be observed on a scale we can visually perceive. Gone is the buffer of inarticulability and incomprehension, which held such alien processes within the realm of the mythic while the large-scale world continued to unfold within our cocooned

Review: Spandril - 22/7

Perhaps 22/7 is the last thing I’m ever going to hear? I can’t quite identify why this tape makes me feel this way, but the silence that follows its conclusion feels eerily absolute; I’m left with the embers of the melody that has just mournfully dipped

Review: kajkyt - II

II achieves a really strategic form of intimidation, like a cluster of concrete pillars sparingly arranged so as to block out the entirety of the sun’s circadian trajectory. I’m reminded of Godflesh for the record’s repressed violence; the sense of the seething unspoken, reduced to internalised revolts