Nazoranai (Keiji Haino / Stephen O'Malley / Oren Ambarchi)
Beginning To Fall In Line Before Me, So Decorously, The Nature Of All That Must Be Transformed
Keiji Haino, Oren Ambarchi and Stephen O’Malley re-merge their untouchable Nazoranai trio for a crushing third dispatch from the farthest limits. Bestowed with one of Haino’s brilliantly portentous titles, it unfolds thru a bi-hemispheric 50 minutes of firmament razing hurdy gurdy, guitar and electronics underpinned by sub-harmonic bass and absolutely possessed percussion that reminds us of the almighty power of music at its most elemental and affective.
‘Nazoranai’ - meaning ‘not repeating’ in japanese - defines the group in opposition to free improvisation, or ‘sokkyo’ in Haino’s native tongue; signifying a more meticulous, measured approach and style that’s still balls-to-the-wall, yet consciously sidesteps the cliched traps of ‘free’ convention.
From the seedlings of Ambarchi’s cleansing chimes and precise, angular drum hits in the tense first few minutes, O’Malley’s guitar becomes a massive, looming presence rather than any definable shape, moving in viscously diffused synch with the percussion to provide swelling oceanic/nebulous dimensions for Haino the harbinger to express his worries on a Hurdy Gurdy - an instrument that he has only really played on a handful of his myriad recordings.
They take all of the first side and well into the second to develop this tempest before Haino’s gut-wrenched vocals appear at the point when they achieve orbit-breaking velocity. Out there, Haino comes into his own with apoplectic vocal convulsions and tear-out guitar matched by Ambarchi’s bombardment from all angles in the soundsphere, with O’Malley a prowling, thunderous presence at the perimeter.
And it’s that bass presence that really offsets and makes this one such a monster - lending a plasmic propulsion that’s harder to grasp than Ambarchi’s spiky drums or Haino’s screech, billowing out of the speakers in a way that really does represent the pressure of his live performances, even with relatively meagre amplitude. That sub-harmonic dimension remains rock music's most elusive and enigmatic quality, so kudos to O’Malley and his cohorts for harnessing it here with so much imagination.
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Keiji Haino, Oren Ambarchi and Stephen O’Malley re-merge their untouchable Nazoranai trio for a crushing third dispatch from the farthest limits. Bestowed with one of Haino’s brilliantly portentous titles, it unfolds thru a bi-hemispheric 50 minutes of firmament razing hurdy gurdy, guitar and electronics underpinned by sub-harmonic bass and absolutely possessed percussion that reminds us of the almighty power of music at its most elemental and affective.
‘Nazoranai’ - meaning ‘not repeating’ in japanese - defines the group in opposition to free improvisation, or ‘sokkyo’ in Haino’s native tongue; signifying a more meticulous, measured approach and style that’s still balls-to-the-wall, yet consciously sidesteps the cliched traps of ‘free’ convention.
From the seedlings of Ambarchi’s cleansing chimes and precise, angular drum hits in the tense first few minutes, O’Malley’s guitar becomes a massive, looming presence rather than any definable shape, moving in viscously diffused synch with the percussion to provide swelling oceanic/nebulous dimensions for Haino the harbinger to express his worries on a Hurdy Gurdy - an instrument that he has only really played on a handful of his myriad recordings.
They take all of the first side and well into the second to develop this tempest before Haino’s gut-wrenched vocals appear at the point when they achieve orbit-breaking velocity. Out there, Haino comes into his own with apoplectic vocal convulsions and tear-out guitar matched by Ambarchi’s bombardment from all angles in the soundsphere, with O’Malley a prowling, thunderous presence at the perimeter.
And it’s that bass presence that really offsets and makes this one such a monster - lending a plasmic propulsion that’s harder to grasp than Ambarchi’s spiky drums or Haino’s screech, billowing out of the speakers in a way that really does represent the pressure of his live performances, even with relatively meagre amplitude. That sub-harmonic dimension remains rock music's most elusive and enigmatic quality, so kudos to O’Malley and his cohorts for harnessing it here with so much imagination.
Keiji Haino, Oren Ambarchi and Stephen O’Malley re-merge their untouchable Nazoranai trio for a crushing third dispatch from the farthest limits. Bestowed with one of Haino’s brilliantly portentous titles, it unfolds thru a bi-hemispheric 50 minutes of firmament razing hurdy gurdy, guitar and electronics underpinned by sub-harmonic bass and absolutely possessed percussion that reminds us of the almighty power of music at its most elemental and affective.
‘Nazoranai’ - meaning ‘not repeating’ in japanese - defines the group in opposition to free improvisation, or ‘sokkyo’ in Haino’s native tongue; signifying a more meticulous, measured approach and style that’s still balls-to-the-wall, yet consciously sidesteps the cliched traps of ‘free’ convention.
From the seedlings of Ambarchi’s cleansing chimes and precise, angular drum hits in the tense first few minutes, O’Malley’s guitar becomes a massive, looming presence rather than any definable shape, moving in viscously diffused synch with the percussion to provide swelling oceanic/nebulous dimensions for Haino the harbinger to express his worries on a Hurdy Gurdy - an instrument that he has only really played on a handful of his myriad recordings.
They take all of the first side and well into the second to develop this tempest before Haino’s gut-wrenched vocals appear at the point when they achieve orbit-breaking velocity. Out there, Haino comes into his own with apoplectic vocal convulsions and tear-out guitar matched by Ambarchi’s bombardment from all angles in the soundsphere, with O’Malley a prowling, thunderous presence at the perimeter.
And it’s that bass presence that really offsets and makes this one such a monster - lending a plasmic propulsion that’s harder to grasp than Ambarchi’s spiky drums or Haino’s screech, billowing out of the speakers in a way that really does represent the pressure of his live performances, even with relatively meagre amplitude. That sub-harmonic dimension remains rock music's most elusive and enigmatic quality, so kudos to O’Malley and his cohorts for harnessing it here with so much imagination.
Keiji Haino, Oren Ambarchi and Stephen O’Malley re-merge their untouchable Nazoranai trio for a crushing third dispatch from the farthest limits. Bestowed with one of Haino’s brilliantly portentous titles, it unfolds thru a bi-hemispheric 50 minutes of firmament razing hurdy gurdy, guitar and electronics underpinned by sub-harmonic bass and absolutely possessed percussion that reminds us of the almighty power of music at its most elemental and affective.
‘Nazoranai’ - meaning ‘not repeating’ in japanese - defines the group in opposition to free improvisation, or ‘sokkyo’ in Haino’s native tongue; signifying a more meticulous, measured approach and style that’s still balls-to-the-wall, yet consciously sidesteps the cliched traps of ‘free’ convention.
From the seedlings of Ambarchi’s cleansing chimes and precise, angular drum hits in the tense first few minutes, O’Malley’s guitar becomes a massive, looming presence rather than any definable shape, moving in viscously diffused synch with the percussion to provide swelling oceanic/nebulous dimensions for Haino the harbinger to express his worries on a Hurdy Gurdy - an instrument that he has only really played on a handful of his myriad recordings.
They take all of the first side and well into the second to develop this tempest before Haino’s gut-wrenched vocals appear at the point when they achieve orbit-breaking velocity. Out there, Haino comes into his own with apoplectic vocal convulsions and tear-out guitar matched by Ambarchi’s bombardment from all angles in the soundsphere, with O’Malley a prowling, thunderous presence at the perimeter.
And it’s that bass presence that really offsets and makes this one such a monster - lending a plasmic propulsion that’s harder to grasp than Ambarchi’s spiky drums or Haino’s screech, billowing out of the speakers in a way that really does represent the pressure of his live performances, even with relatively meagre amplitude. That sub-harmonic dimension remains rock music's most elusive and enigmatic quality, so kudos to O’Malley and his cohorts for harnessing it here with so much imagination.
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Keiji Haino, Oren Ambarchi and Stephen O’Malley re-merge their untouchable Nazoranai trio for a crushing third dispatch from the farthest limits. Bestowed with one of Haino’s brilliantly portentous titles, it unfolds thru a bi-hemispheric 50 minutes of firmament razing hurdy gurdy, guitar and electronics underpinned by sub-harmonic bass and absolutely possessed percussion that reminds us of the almighty power of music at its most elemental and affective.
‘Nazoranai’ - meaning ‘not repeating’ in japanese - defines the group in opposition to free improvisation, or ‘sokkyo’ in Haino’s native tongue; signifying a more meticulous, measured approach and style that’s still balls-to-the-wall, yet consciously sidesteps the cliched traps of ‘free’ convention.
From the seedlings of Ambarchi’s cleansing chimes and precise, angular drum hits in the tense first few minutes, O’Malley’s guitar becomes a massive, looming presence rather than any definable shape, moving in viscously diffused synch with the percussion to provide swelling oceanic/nebulous dimensions for Haino the harbinger to express his worries on a Hurdy Gurdy - an instrument that he has only really played on a handful of his myriad recordings.
They take all of the first side and well into the second to develop this tempest before Haino’s gut-wrenched vocals appear at the point when they achieve orbit-breaking velocity. Out there, Haino comes into his own with apoplectic vocal convulsions and tear-out guitar matched by Ambarchi’s bombardment from all angles in the soundsphere, with O’Malley a prowling, thunderous presence at the perimeter.
And it’s that bass presence that really offsets and makes this one such a monster - lending a plasmic propulsion that’s harder to grasp than Ambarchi’s spiky drums or Haino’s screech, billowing out of the speakers in a way that really does represent the pressure of his live performances, even with relatively meagre amplitude. That sub-harmonic dimension remains rock music's most elusive and enigmatic quality, so kudos to O’Malley and his cohorts for harnessing it here with so much imagination.