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- Triola ou Symphonie pour moi-meme by Ivo Malec
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I cannot seem to get any normal records these days, largely because a lot of what we sell completely pisses off L’il Biz, baffles Mike or scares the bejesus out of our Clint. Ant is our only genuine saviour but he’s not the bloody Charles Atlas of the challenging or boundary pushing and poor Phil never has “any time” these days although I kinda miss his ill-researched and sweetly funny reviews of folk such as Merzbow that ended up delving into irreverent issues such as crisps, butchers or otters. Maybe the otters were mine, I dunno. I was talking about otters before Stewart Lee, that man pinched all my jokes. God, I’d love a pet otter.
Enough flange anyway, this dude Ivo Malec looks like a legendary European actor or someone really eccentric and important in the photo that graces the rear of the sleeve. This is an avant-garde electronics record on Editions Mego archive off-shoot Recollection GRM. It is the first edition of this series I have listened to although the graphic design of the sleeves has had me in cooing and fondling situations that could gravely affect my credibility as a normal person.
Ivo is a classically trained composer and conductor; Croatian born, but he took his pioneering talents to France where he befriended the equally forward-thinking Pierre Schaeffer, another intellectually inclined chap with a keen developing interest in orchestrating the random mechanics of sampled or electronic sound into startling aural collages.
Basically what we have here on the first side - a recording stemming from 1978 - veers between incredibly stunning examples of malfunctioning electronic fireworks, uneasy astral drone, a form of almost hauntological ambient and, early on, mucho stuttering proto-glitch insanity. It’s bristling highbrow stuff that sounds simply decades ahead of its time and fits perfectly into the Peter Rehberg aesthetic. I can further understand where much of his love of difficult abstract electronica stems from now if this fine series of reissues is partly down to him. If you listened to the first half of this face repeatedly for long enough, you’d probably have a nervous breakdown.
The last piece of the three-pronged ‘Triola’ that continues onto the other side of this mad plate is probably more my thing. I especially love the sexy female voice that announces the title of the piece ‘Nuda’ with a cute giggle. The sounds within are a little more minimal, dare I say slightly less unhinged (but not much). Here you’ll contentedly soak up the Forbidden Planet-style electronic hovering, glistening galactic chimes, some delicious flourishes of electronic pattering and numerous wild, jarring hypnotic alarm cycles. There’s some real sci-fi vibes here that recall 2001 A Space Odyssey although I’m not sure that is intentional, it is all about the atmosphere and sense of universal wonder that seeps through between the bursts of crazed futuristic noises. Amazing piece. Lastly, from the year of my birth, 1972, is a seven-and-a-half minute spread of mischievously giddy electronic wibble. To consider ‘Bizarra’ is now 40 years old fills me with delight for its delirious wobbly fizzing textures appear to me as mightily fresh, amusing and impeccably detailed. A genuinely fascinating journey that leaves me hankering for more archive treats from this cool dude.
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