Givan Lotz is mysterioso. During the course of eight years as a recording and performing artist he has evaded any kind of viable categorization, each new release effortlessly slips free of perceived prior apprehensions. His most recent release, YaW
, is the sonic sibling of 2016's MAW,
both released through Miami's Other Electricities label.
When I first encountered Lotz' music, I was transfixed. Touring with the South African collective Jaunted Haunts press, he performed mesmerizing, cyclical pieces for acoustic guitar and voice. The songs, pitched at a deliberately slow, ponderous rhythm, seemed to weave the audience into a kind of focused reverie. By the time his opening track, a kind of pre-psychedelic lullabye, Soon,
, 2010) had consummately unveiled itself, I looked down to see that my cigarette had burned all the way down, uninterrupted. Blinking my eyes back into reality, I sensed that here was an artist I was destined to follow very closely. Never before, outside of a tiny handful of very intense Jazz gigs, had I been swept into another zone quite in this waywhat made it all the more striking was the sheer minimalism of elements involved, just acoustic guitar and voice.
Fast forward four years and 2013 four album release SNARL
was less of a watershed than a sprawling declaration of NEW. As if his debut was just a single brush-stroke, SNARL
exploded the canvas, revealing hitherto unimagined sonic realms. An elegantly bombastic smorgasbord, SNARL
traipsed from electronic swathes and roar to orchestral murmurs, medieval touches to electric slash and burn, with deft touches of acoustic song writing breaking through the nebular cloudscapes. The new canvas was a multiplex structure, heading into various dimensions, seen and unseen. A declaration of intention and intensity it warned the dear listener that no set genre could encase Lotz' sonic adventurism.
Miami's Other Electricities label took note, and signed Lotz, commissioning his first release to be a pared down version of SNARL
. Lotz recalls: "Other Electricities is an experimental music label based in Miami. It represents artists in diverse genres, from sludge metal to ambient electronica, to deep techno and field recordings. João Orecchia, whose band Motel Mari are on Other Electricities, has been a friend of mine for some time now. We have a mutual respect for each other's work. He enjoyed the new music I was sharing with him at the time of the SNARL
series and decided to send it to Other Electricities. They liked it, and after some discussion we decided to release the redux version of SNARL
in December 2013."
is a strikingly enigmatic concept album set in a hazy human realm that exists post science, post reason. Its characters wander its somnambulant scapes, stuck between comprehensibility, loss and desireall is in misted flux. A thread that runs through Lotz' musical output is an open-ended search for the elusiveness which is human meaning; for Lotz value is posited in the journey itself, as it bobs and weaves from one possible destination to another. Sonically the album is rich in textureblurred organs, traditional classical instruments, mystery percussion, gloomy and rowdy electric guitars, medieval and sprightly coils of acoustic. The explosion of sounds rendered in SNARL
are here focused and tempered to become the landscapes and atmospheres of MAW's
Recently launched sister album YaW
 exists in tandem to MAW
, both intrinsic to its imagined world and unleashed from its specific sound structures. The collapse of meaning and distinction that (mis)informs the humanoid characters of MAW
are here communicated through a non-verbal medium, or more specifically, through 24 aphoristic vignettes. Where the collapsed metaphoric structures in MAW's
world are represented by such essentially human constructs and characteristics as science, reason and certainty, in YaW
the stylistic structurality of genre and style itself is investigated by being pulled apart and reattached at weird angles, dipped in strange chemicals, set alight, massaged into weird new focus. It is the operation of an alchemist seeking unexpected, previously hid equations. A seemingly amicable melody might suddenly rupture into staggered fragments while a Classical-inspired piece becomes intoxicated with itself, meters may suddenly become gelatinous then sped up and tempers may inexplicably flaremusicality itself is being inspected and measured in the spiritual laboratory of YaW