Le Jardin des Plantes
Apartment House founder and cellist Anton Lukoszevieze surprises with a dreamy four-part / 40 minute excursion for The Trilogy Tapes, making a rare diversion into electronic realms, weaving orchestral flourishes into oceans of richly textured, abstracted new sound.
Highly regarded as a leading performer and composer of avant garde and new music at the head of Apartment House - who’ve interpreted and worked with everyone from Cornelius Cardew, Julius Eastman and John Cage to Jim O’Rourke - Anton Lukoszevieze takes the cue from TTT to head off on a richly sensuous and psychedelic tangent with ‘Les Jardin de Plantes’ that requires little to no understanding of his background in order to fall under its spell. The often crenellated forms of avant garde experimentalism appear vanquished and allow us into beautifully absorbing swells of syrupy electronics and swaying string drone that, while no doubt derived from his finely taught knowledge and technicality, operate on a more intuitive and hypnagogic level porous to anyone with an open imagination and taste for trippy sound arrangement.
Said by the label to invoke “Memory spaces, a source, a scrying of time”, the album unfolds in four parts within its own microcosm of uncanny tunings and gooey textures that pair the bittersweet with the more saline and perhaps umami flavours in its procession from the wheezing, vaporous first section, thru the deceleration of the second reminding of a supine, stargazing Laura Cannell, into the OOBE-like experience of its 3rd section of swooping subbass and bleeps threaded by a cello almost resembling an organ and reminding us of the oceanic vast of Teresa Winter’s ‘Drowning By Numbers’, before allowing the noise to seep in from the edges on its final, slowest passage into deep space, dredging nether regions of the memory.
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Apartment House founder and cellist Anton Lukoszevieze surprises with a dreamy four-part / 40 minute excursion for The Trilogy Tapes, making a rare diversion into electronic realms, weaving orchestral flourishes into oceans of richly textured, abstracted new sound.
Highly regarded as a leading performer and composer of avant garde and new music at the head of Apartment House - who’ve interpreted and worked with everyone from Cornelius Cardew, Julius Eastman and John Cage to Jim O’Rourke - Anton Lukoszevieze takes the cue from TTT to head off on a richly sensuous and psychedelic tangent with ‘Les Jardin de Plantes’ that requires little to no understanding of his background in order to fall under its spell. The often crenellated forms of avant garde experimentalism appear vanquished and allow us into beautifully absorbing swells of syrupy electronics and swaying string drone that, while no doubt derived from his finely taught knowledge and technicality, operate on a more intuitive and hypnagogic level porous to anyone with an open imagination and taste for trippy sound arrangement.
Said by the label to invoke “Memory spaces, a source, a scrying of time”, the album unfolds in four parts within its own microcosm of uncanny tunings and gooey textures that pair the bittersweet with the more saline and perhaps umami flavours in its procession from the wheezing, vaporous first section, thru the deceleration of the second reminding of a supine, stargazing Laura Cannell, into the OOBE-like experience of its 3rd section of swooping subbass and bleeps threaded by a cello almost resembling an organ and reminding us of the oceanic vast of Teresa Winter’s ‘Drowning By Numbers’, before allowing the noise to seep in from the edges on its final, slowest passage into deep space, dredging nether regions of the memory.
Apartment House founder and cellist Anton Lukoszevieze surprises with a dreamy four-part / 40 minute excursion for The Trilogy Tapes, making a rare diversion into electronic realms, weaving orchestral flourishes into oceans of richly textured, abstracted new sound.
Highly regarded as a leading performer and composer of avant garde and new music at the head of Apartment House - who’ve interpreted and worked with everyone from Cornelius Cardew, Julius Eastman and John Cage to Jim O’Rourke - Anton Lukoszevieze takes the cue from TTT to head off on a richly sensuous and psychedelic tangent with ‘Les Jardin de Plantes’ that requires little to no understanding of his background in order to fall under its spell. The often crenellated forms of avant garde experimentalism appear vanquished and allow us into beautifully absorbing swells of syrupy electronics and swaying string drone that, while no doubt derived from his finely taught knowledge and technicality, operate on a more intuitive and hypnagogic level porous to anyone with an open imagination and taste for trippy sound arrangement.
Said by the label to invoke “Memory spaces, a source, a scrying of time”, the album unfolds in four parts within its own microcosm of uncanny tunings and gooey textures that pair the bittersweet with the more saline and perhaps umami flavours in its procession from the wheezing, vaporous first section, thru the deceleration of the second reminding of a supine, stargazing Laura Cannell, into the OOBE-like experience of its 3rd section of swooping subbass and bleeps threaded by a cello almost resembling an organ and reminding us of the oceanic vast of Teresa Winter’s ‘Drowning By Numbers’, before allowing the noise to seep in from the edges on its final, slowest passage into deep space, dredging nether regions of the memory.
Apartment House founder and cellist Anton Lukoszevieze surprises with a dreamy four-part / 40 minute excursion for The Trilogy Tapes, making a rare diversion into electronic realms, weaving orchestral flourishes into oceans of richly textured, abstracted new sound.
Highly regarded as a leading performer and composer of avant garde and new music at the head of Apartment House - who’ve interpreted and worked with everyone from Cornelius Cardew, Julius Eastman and John Cage to Jim O’Rourke - Anton Lukoszevieze takes the cue from TTT to head off on a richly sensuous and psychedelic tangent with ‘Les Jardin de Plantes’ that requires little to no understanding of his background in order to fall under its spell. The often crenellated forms of avant garde experimentalism appear vanquished and allow us into beautifully absorbing swells of syrupy electronics and swaying string drone that, while no doubt derived from his finely taught knowledge and technicality, operate on a more intuitive and hypnagogic level porous to anyone with an open imagination and taste for trippy sound arrangement.
Said by the label to invoke “Memory spaces, a source, a scrying of time”, the album unfolds in four parts within its own microcosm of uncanny tunings and gooey textures that pair the bittersweet with the more saline and perhaps umami flavours in its procession from the wheezing, vaporous first section, thru the deceleration of the second reminding of a supine, stargazing Laura Cannell, into the OOBE-like experience of its 3rd section of swooping subbass and bleeps threaded by a cello almost resembling an organ and reminding us of the oceanic vast of Teresa Winter’s ‘Drowning By Numbers’, before allowing the noise to seep in from the edges on its final, slowest passage into deep space, dredging nether regions of the memory.
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Apartment House founder and cellist Anton Lukoszevieze surprises with a dreamy four-part / 40 minute excursion for The Trilogy Tapes, making a rare diversion into electronic realms, weaving orchestral flourishes into oceans of richly textured, abstracted new sound.
Highly regarded as a leading performer and composer of avant garde and new music at the head of Apartment House - who’ve interpreted and worked with everyone from Cornelius Cardew, Julius Eastman and John Cage to Jim O’Rourke - Anton Lukoszevieze takes the cue from TTT to head off on a richly sensuous and psychedelic tangent with ‘Les Jardin de Plantes’ that requires little to no understanding of his background in order to fall under its spell. The often crenellated forms of avant garde experimentalism appear vanquished and allow us into beautifully absorbing swells of syrupy electronics and swaying string drone that, while no doubt derived from his finely taught knowledge and technicality, operate on a more intuitive and hypnagogic level porous to anyone with an open imagination and taste for trippy sound arrangement.
Said by the label to invoke “Memory spaces, a source, a scrying of time”, the album unfolds in four parts within its own microcosm of uncanny tunings and gooey textures that pair the bittersweet with the more saline and perhaps umami flavours in its procession from the wheezing, vaporous first section, thru the deceleration of the second reminding of a supine, stargazing Laura Cannell, into the OOBE-like experience of its 3rd section of swooping subbass and bleeps threaded by a cello almost resembling an organ and reminding us of the oceanic vast of Teresa Winter’s ‘Drowning By Numbers’, before allowing the noise to seep in from the edges on its final, slowest passage into deep space, dredging nether regions of the memory.