12 Stations / Tolv Stationer (1978-2001)
Reinforce thy CD shelves for a new edition of Ákos Rózmann’s concrète masterpiece; a 6.5 hr predecessor and parallel to his recently issued ‘Massa’, equally generous in its hellish/heavenly scope and unfathomable depth of vision, presented in its astonishing entirety.
The term peerless, in its strictest sense, should be reserved for the likes of ’12 Stations’, an incredibly ambitious and singular work realised over the course of decades in focussed isolation by Hungarian-Swedish genius Ákos Rózmann. Beginning in 1978 as composer Miklós Maros’ commission for a five minute work for piano and vocals by his wife, Ilona Maros, the piece wouldn’t be completed until 2001, arriving in phases that ultimately spanned the progression of late c.20th experimental composition techniques, from tape-editing era to the DAWs of the early c.21st. It is a masterpiece of dematerialised sound alchemy, an utterly compelling parade of grotesqueries and epiphanies following a logic that’s never been fully disambiguated by its composer, who hints at its influences from the Tibetan Book of the Dead and the Catholic Church, but leaves a lot, and we say a lot, to the imagination.
Depending on yr tolerance for hellscapes and the inexplicable side of the human psyche, ’12 Stations’ is either a dream come true or a nightmarish experience, maybe both simultaneously. From the initial seeds of vocal and prepared piano, Rózmann cultivates a sprawling body of work that, if you step back in an attempt to grasp it whole, appears to describe an ascent from hell into heaven over its considerable narrative arc. The first two sections, completed 1978-1984, dissect and deploy the vocals as swarming apparitions or the cries of souls flayed by the flechettes of his prepared piano and scalding synth eruptions. Further in, ‘The Abandonment of Hell’ appears to initiate its ascent, allowing more space and light in the mix, illuminating its gurning voices in a half light, while there’s almost a choral musicality to the proceeding piece ‘The Awakening’.
Its final sections, completed with sampler keyboard and FX 1999-2000, feel notably more weightless in comparison, shedding chains of the arduous tape-splicing process to emerge in fluttering synth figures and choral keen of ‘The Celebrators’ and ultimately culminate in ‘The Contents and Life of the Black Pit’, with its shivering voices in streaking flux with shards of luminous synth and broken piano notes. Not once during the entire piece does Rózmann compromise his vision, never letting any element stand still or fixed, assuring a disorienting, spirit-reprogramming and life-affirming experience in the process for anyone daring to enter his portal. Best to leave you with his own words:
“Man meets different difficulties and sufferings through his wandering. These are forces between which a continuous struggle is going on. He cannot control and preside over these forces. He is being tossed up and down, powerless, like snowflakes in the storm: chaotic thoughts and feelings, gladness and suffering, which flow without intermission like a river that has no beginning nor end. All these are the fruits of our own deeds. However, in this life you have the chance to make easier those life wanderings that are to come. - Rózmann (from the programme notes for the 1984 premiere of the first seven stations).
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Deluxe 7CD box set packaged in a hardcover slipcase with a pull ribbon, 20-page booklet containing an extensive essay plus photos. Also includes a download of the release dropped to your account.
Reinforce thy CD shelves for a new edition of Ákos Rózmann’s concrète masterpiece; a 6.5 hr predecessor and parallel to his recently issued ‘Massa’, equally generous in its hellish/heavenly scope and unfathomable depth of vision, presented in its astonishing entirety.
The term peerless, in its strictest sense, should be reserved for the likes of ’12 Stations’, an incredibly ambitious and singular work realised over the course of decades in focussed isolation by Hungarian-Swedish genius Ákos Rózmann. Beginning in 1978 as composer Miklós Maros’ commission for a five minute work for piano and vocals by his wife, Ilona Maros, the piece wouldn’t be completed until 2001, arriving in phases that ultimately spanned the progression of late c.20th experimental composition techniques, from tape-editing era to the DAWs of the early c.21st. It is a masterpiece of dematerialised sound alchemy, an utterly compelling parade of grotesqueries and epiphanies following a logic that’s never been fully disambiguated by its composer, who hints at its influences from the Tibetan Book of the Dead and the Catholic Church, but leaves a lot, and we say a lot, to the imagination.
Depending on yr tolerance for hellscapes and the inexplicable side of the human psyche, ’12 Stations’ is either a dream come true or a nightmarish experience, maybe both simultaneously. From the initial seeds of vocal and prepared piano, Rózmann cultivates a sprawling body of work that, if you step back in an attempt to grasp it whole, appears to describe an ascent from hell into heaven over its considerable narrative arc. The first two sections, completed 1978-1984, dissect and deploy the vocals as swarming apparitions or the cries of souls flayed by the flechettes of his prepared piano and scalding synth eruptions. Further in, ‘The Abandonment of Hell’ appears to initiate its ascent, allowing more space and light in the mix, illuminating its gurning voices in a half light, while there’s almost a choral musicality to the proceeding piece ‘The Awakening’.
Its final sections, completed with sampler keyboard and FX 1999-2000, feel notably more weightless in comparison, shedding chains of the arduous tape-splicing process to emerge in fluttering synth figures and choral keen of ‘The Celebrators’ and ultimately culminate in ‘The Contents and Life of the Black Pit’, with its shivering voices in streaking flux with shards of luminous synth and broken piano notes. Not once during the entire piece does Rózmann compromise his vision, never letting any element stand still or fixed, assuring a disorienting, spirit-reprogramming and life-affirming experience in the process for anyone daring to enter his portal. Best to leave you with his own words:
“Man meets different difficulties and sufferings through his wandering. These are forces between which a continuous struggle is going on. He cannot control and preside over these forces. He is being tossed up and down, powerless, like snowflakes in the storm: chaotic thoughts and feelings, gladness and suffering, which flow without intermission like a river that has no beginning nor end. All these are the fruits of our own deeds. However, in this life you have the chance to make easier those life wanderings that are to come. - Rózmann (from the programme notes for the 1984 premiere of the first seven stations).