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I initially became acquainted with this Vienna-based electro-acoustic outfit through Grain (Duran, 2000). With saxophones, turntables, and the addition of high-tech instrumentation, Krom further develops Efzeg's microtonal and minimalistic methodology.
The group often explores a gnomic musical panorama, intimating a rather solitary existence of barely detectable turntable scratches, subliminal effects and trance-like passages. Dynamics are subtle here, but oscillating electronics enliven a quaint directive, translating into a wide-open sound-plane. At times these expansive works seamlessly disappear into a black hole.
Boris Hauf's concise saxophone voicings provide a soft impetus to the layered and succinctly implemented, computer-generated backwashes. On "Ribo, the zany electro-mechanical noises are enhanced by polytonal drones and abstract notions of being transported through the cosmos. Yet in some instances, the quintet also dives into moments of angst.
Essentially, Efzeg's ever-so-gentle fashion of touching upon one's neural sensitivities works as an equalizer of sorts. The musicians don't bombard you with massive walls of sonic mayhem. On the contrary, the ensemble's musicality and line of attack is deceptively complex and nicely paced, frequently stamped by a time-sensitive mode of development.
Track Listing: Intron; Som; Exon; Ribo.
Personnel: Boris Hauf: saxophones, synths, computer; Billy Roisz: computer; Martin Siewart: guitars, lap
steel, electronics; Burkhard Stangl: guitars, electronics; dieb13: computer, turntables.
I grew up listening to mainstream '70s rock then ended up on the staff at the college paper at San Diego State, and volunteered to review heavy metal LPs. My second semester, the music editor dropped a Fenton Robinson LP on my desk, Night Flight. You like metal; they play guitar--he plays guitar, the editor told me
I grew up listening to mainstream '70s rock then ended up on the staff at the college paper at San Diego State, and volunteered to review heavy metal LPs. My second semester, the music editor dropped a Fenton Robinson LP on my desk, Night Flight. You like metal; they play guitar--he plays guitar, the editor told me. If we don't run a review, Alligator Records is going to stop servicing us.
Night Flight opened up a whole new world for me--the blues led me, inevitably, to Basie, who led to Duke, who led to Mingus, who led to Miles, who led to ...