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Seattle sound-art prankster RM Francis returns to Superpang for a new speech synthesis examination that carves up language into improv-adjacent moans and syllables.
The sound of automatic dictation, whether attached to a TikTok video or a news segment, is an unavoidable facet of contemporary life. So it stands to reason that these dead-souled echoes of humanity should be swallowed into the language of experimental music. RM Francis has worked with voices before, most notably on last year's bizarre "Every Single Person Has Some Muscle", but here he forms the loose, robotic murmurs into stuttering ketamine-brained abstraction. Occasionally these spits and babbles take on the character of improv, like on 'Wie machen ha ha ha' where all it's missing is Derek Bailey's mangled clangs.
Francis mostly uses the project to force us to consider not only the malleable nature of the voice, but the abstract potential of vocal synthesis. For something that surrounds us so visible, it's rarely used in particularly creative contexts. "pedimos un mensaje" if nothing else teases out fresh expression from unexpected spaces, and for a record that sounds like Portal's GLaDOS after a gram of horse tranquilizer, it's pretty engrossing.
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Seattle sound-art prankster RM Francis returns to Superpang for a new speech synthesis examination that carves up language into improv-adjacent moans and syllables.
The sound of automatic dictation, whether attached to a TikTok video or a news segment, is an unavoidable facet of contemporary life. So it stands to reason that these dead-souled echoes of humanity should be swallowed into the language of experimental music. RM Francis has worked with voices before, most notably on last year's bizarre "Every Single Person Has Some Muscle", but here he forms the loose, robotic murmurs into stuttering ketamine-brained abstraction. Occasionally these spits and babbles take on the character of improv, like on 'Wie machen ha ha ha' where all it's missing is Derek Bailey's mangled clangs.
Francis mostly uses the project to force us to consider not only the malleable nature of the voice, but the abstract potential of vocal synthesis. For something that surrounds us so visible, it's rarely used in particularly creative contexts. "pedimos un mensaje" if nothing else teases out fresh expression from unexpected spaces, and for a record that sounds like Portal's GLaDOS after a gram of horse tranquilizer, it's pretty engrossing.
Seattle sound-art prankster RM Francis returns to Superpang for a new speech synthesis examination that carves up language into improv-adjacent moans and syllables.
The sound of automatic dictation, whether attached to a TikTok video or a news segment, is an unavoidable facet of contemporary life. So it stands to reason that these dead-souled echoes of humanity should be swallowed into the language of experimental music. RM Francis has worked with voices before, most notably on last year's bizarre "Every Single Person Has Some Muscle", but here he forms the loose, robotic murmurs into stuttering ketamine-brained abstraction. Occasionally these spits and babbles take on the character of improv, like on 'Wie machen ha ha ha' where all it's missing is Derek Bailey's mangled clangs.
Francis mostly uses the project to force us to consider not only the malleable nature of the voice, but the abstract potential of vocal synthesis. For something that surrounds us so visible, it's rarely used in particularly creative contexts. "pedimos un mensaje" if nothing else teases out fresh expression from unexpected spaces, and for a record that sounds like Portal's GLaDOS after a gram of horse tranquilizer, it's pretty engrossing.
Seattle sound-art prankster RM Francis returns to Superpang for a new speech synthesis examination that carves up language into improv-adjacent moans and syllables.
The sound of automatic dictation, whether attached to a TikTok video or a news segment, is an unavoidable facet of contemporary life. So it stands to reason that these dead-souled echoes of humanity should be swallowed into the language of experimental music. RM Francis has worked with voices before, most notably on last year's bizarre "Every Single Person Has Some Muscle", but here he forms the loose, robotic murmurs into stuttering ketamine-brained abstraction. Occasionally these spits and babbles take on the character of improv, like on 'Wie machen ha ha ha' where all it's missing is Derek Bailey's mangled clangs.
Francis mostly uses the project to force us to consider not only the malleable nature of the voice, but the abstract potential of vocal synthesis. For something that surrounds us so visible, it's rarely used in particularly creative contexts. "pedimos un mensaje" if nothing else teases out fresh expression from unexpected spaces, and for a record that sounds like Portal's GLaDOS after a gram of horse tranquilizer, it's pretty engrossing.