T.D. - Violence as Sport

-¢‚Ǩ-ìThere is little controversy in suggesting that all that music consists of, essentially, is structured sound, and sound, to skirt its physics for want of both competency and space, represents the audible portion of an elapsed period. It has also been well established and explored that once one presents a work, regardless of medium, within the context of art, framing immediately occurs, separating the result from that which belongs to the natural order of things. And what of the Avant Garde-¢‚Ǩ‚Ѣs oldest muse, the distinction/interaction between life and art? Even that which we label -¢‚Ǩ-ìnon-fiction-¢‚Ǩ¬ù or -¢‚Ǩ-ìdocumentary-¢‚Ǩ¬ù is, at best, a tiny sliver of an infinitely complex substantiality. Indeed, these ideas are far from novel and, if handled awkwardly, would serve as tired, even mawkish premises for any aesthetic endeavor. So it follows: "Out of reaction...a step forward."With this position in mind-Ç we arrive at the inaugural release on -Ç Crisis of Taste,-Ç Violence as Sport: Audile Realizations of Atrophying Reality. Field recordings of deliberate nature and intent-Ç are shaped live, alongside tapes, environmental manipulations and microphone work, into six crude, lacing fragments chronicling processes of aural intoxication and abstraction, the tangible waning in muddled strands. Implicit through purposeful sequencing is a subtle critique of the concepts of verity and -¢‚Ǩ-ìauthenticity-¢‚Ǩ¬ù in the art object. Although trading in what some may justly declare egg-headed currencies, of which its maker-¢‚Ǩ‚Ѣs grasp is admittedly tenuous, receptive listeners should find value based purely on musical merit, particularly if they hold self-taught means of "reality confrontation" analogous to RLW/S.B.O.T.H.I., hewn collage tactics of the sort employed by Kiyoshi Mizutani or dedication to the minimally edited, yet often alluringly alien sound worlds of Philip Corner, in high esteem. Imagine all this assembled under, say, Hans Krusi-¢‚Ǩ‚Ѣs shaky gaze; if you haven-¢‚Ǩ‚Ѣt thrown up in your mouth yet then what we have here may be in your wheelhouse.-¢‚Ǩ¬ù - Crisis of Taste.