Untitled #274
A stark missive from the edge of the abyss, composed by Francisco Lopez and performed by Kasper T. Toeplitz at GRM Studios in Paris, France. 'Untitled #274' is one of the most focussed, near liminal pieces we've yet heard from the esteemed Portuguese composer and sound artist. A single, 48-minute piece imperceptibly unfolds from microscopic, psychoacoustic crackle - the aural equivalent of popping candy - underlined with skittish sub-bass pulses, drawing our ears through thickets of filigree white noise and howling drones that build gradually and dissipate at oblique angles. It doesn't feel composed, but rather feels like some natural occurrence, as though documenting the entropic half-life of some radioactive particle contained and recorded with contact mics under scientifically sterile conditions. Of course, that's just our perception, and the beauty of this piece surely lies in its ability to test the limits of perception when freed of extraneous sensory stimulations, much in the same manner as Lopez's former collaborators, Eliane Radigue, Phill Niblock or Zbigniew Karkowsi.
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A stark missive from the edge of the abyss, composed by Francisco Lopez and performed by Kasper T. Toeplitz at GRM Studios in Paris, France. 'Untitled #274' is one of the most focussed, near liminal pieces we've yet heard from the esteemed Portuguese composer and sound artist. A single, 48-minute piece imperceptibly unfolds from microscopic, psychoacoustic crackle - the aural equivalent of popping candy - underlined with skittish sub-bass pulses, drawing our ears through thickets of filigree white noise and howling drones that build gradually and dissipate at oblique angles. It doesn't feel composed, but rather feels like some natural occurrence, as though documenting the entropic half-life of some radioactive particle contained and recorded with contact mics under scientifically sterile conditions. Of course, that's just our perception, and the beauty of this piece surely lies in its ability to test the limits of perception when freed of extraneous sensory stimulations, much in the same manner as Lopez's former collaborators, Eliane Radigue, Phill Niblock or Zbigniew Karkowsi.
A stark missive from the edge of the abyss, composed by Francisco Lopez and performed by Kasper T. Toeplitz at GRM Studios in Paris, France. 'Untitled #274' is one of the most focussed, near liminal pieces we've yet heard from the esteemed Portuguese composer and sound artist. A single, 48-minute piece imperceptibly unfolds from microscopic, psychoacoustic crackle - the aural equivalent of popping candy - underlined with skittish sub-bass pulses, drawing our ears through thickets of filigree white noise and howling drones that build gradually and dissipate at oblique angles. It doesn't feel composed, but rather feels like some natural occurrence, as though documenting the entropic half-life of some radioactive particle contained and recorded with contact mics under scientifically sterile conditions. Of course, that's just our perception, and the beauty of this piece surely lies in its ability to test the limits of perception when freed of extraneous sensory stimulations, much in the same manner as Lopez's former collaborators, Eliane Radigue, Phill Niblock or Zbigniew Karkowsi.
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A stark missive from the edge of the abyss, composed by Francisco Lopez and performed by Kasper T. Toeplitz at GRM Studios in Paris, France. 'Untitled #274' is one of the most focussed, near liminal pieces we've yet heard from the esteemed Portuguese composer and sound artist. A single, 48-minute piece imperceptibly unfolds from microscopic, psychoacoustic crackle - the aural equivalent of popping candy - underlined with skittish sub-bass pulses, drawing our ears through thickets of filigree white noise and howling drones that build gradually and dissipate at oblique angles. It doesn't feel composed, but rather feels like some natural occurrence, as though documenting the entropic half-life of some radioactive particle contained and recorded with contact mics under scientifically sterile conditions. Of course, that's just our perception, and the beauty of this piece surely lies in its ability to test the limits of perception when freed of extraneous sensory stimulations, much in the same manner as Lopez's former collaborators, Eliane Radigue, Phill Niblock or Zbigniew Karkowsi.