Sergio Calzoni’s Orghanon project crafts beautiful and personal ambient worlds. Drones cast a shadow over stings and heavily effected piano motifs. Comes as a very limited CD or deluxe version with a framed picture, and a mysterious antique 78RPM 5”. Play this at the wrong speed and you fall into a blurred history. If you’re a fan of Otto A. Totland, Deaf Center, and Leyland Kirby you should jump on this.
CD £44.99 TRS069
Limited Deluxe Edition CD housed in modified anti-static bag strung with a 100 year old children’s game tag. Each package contains a uniquely mysterious, relabeled 5″, 78rpm record + a vintage, mounted 1940’s photograph of a “freak".
CD £14.49 TRS069
Limited digipak CD on Time Released Sound. Edition of 100 copies.
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Strange and slightly unsettling drone. All right, you want a few more words, I can understand that but I’m very close to the end of my week and there has been a lot of packing, and... Oh, what the heck. Orghanon is a project from Italian producer Sergio Calzoni and it’s actually quite nice and oddly soothing at times.
Calzoni’s brief seems to have been, “Make music that sounds like it should have soundtracked a long-lost film -- recently unearthed from a loft, just a bit deteriorated -- featuring desolate, shifting landscapes and deserted buildings. With an array of electroacoustic instruments.” Judging against that meter it is a success. I just couldn’t tell you what the music has to do with the packaging, which features some vintage (1940s) photography of ‘freak show’ ephemera. Only that the record is, ready yourself for a quote from the man himself: “a very personal exploration of childhood memories relived as ambient music soundscapes.” Fuck, what kind of a childhood did he have?
Ambient sounds drift, spectrally, spookily. Treated, ghostly passages of slowed-down and reverb-laden choral sounds set against grainy details of stringed, plucked and bowed instruments, metallic scrapes and clangs and distant chimes of piano. Like if Eno and Budd made a slow-burning horror film soundtrack together. Shit, I’d watch that.
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