(ER085) Balkar Wachholz – Totum Revolutum

History, erosion, a mechanism spawning crystals and fossils and skyscrapers and dreams and kites and sawtooth waves, oh how you move so slowly. The mountains ripple and collide like restless waves, but we perceive the universe blinking just once, not as a mere instant, but rather eons and eons of sentient darkness. So the mountains seem stationary to us, that is the sign that our stay is brief. And yet, looking out at the sea we see fast changing complexities and some damn near absurdities! In our instant here in eternity we keep watch of a different eternity, the illusory eternity. Our stay on earth is brief, and yet we see bugs scuttling and airplanes rupturing all around at an immense, overwhelming frequency. This delusion makes us believe that music is ancient. This delusion holds the notion that Pythagoras lived long long ago, conceiving an emotionally stimulating progression in time. This farce holds dancing candlelight to the wall, showing hieroglyphs who say, most articulate, that the Gregorian Chant was first uttered long before we saw the light of day. This cosmic fib prognosticates that Jack White is so early twenty first century! But, like the scuttling bug, like the rupturing plane, oh how we have seen a long and dynamic progression in music’s “history”. Many minds have seen modern music as more of an artform in space rather than in time, whereas the early musicians measured mathematically the sonic progression more solely in time which happened by some miracle to bring a tear to the eye, a jolt in the breast. People now often seek the consistency, the physical feel, of music. The textures, the vibrations, all through their guttywuts, and this manipulated space, mixed with mankinds recent televised minds and complex melodramatic inner anguish, has created some highly bizarre music, where mathematics is often disregarded entirely and the feel of the sound takes limelight. “Totum Revolutum” by the amazing artist Balkar Wachholz, who now offers his second record to Effluvia, holds its genius with the direction it takes. Though it is music from the psyche of this brave new world, it utilizes notions from all of music’s history. It is bizarre and textural, and effects the space you listen to it and creates odd plasmic elixers in the mind, but the progression still moves us through time as well. Very versatile, but also with some repetition, all the sudden changes or slow evolution of these pieces evoke such strong emotions, with ambiance and noises alike, textures and timetravel alike. What is created is a work that feels classical, and yet holds the dreamlogical soundscaping and architecture that the noise of the new age has brought about in perpetual invocation. This piece will remind us, despite the bug in motion, the plane in carnage, the motion, the history, the genius, the trance of this album brings you into the moment in such a way as to see life as a jiffy. The mountains begin moving like ravaged tides and out we go like a firefly in the morning.

Album: Totum Revolutum

Artist: Balkar Wachholz

Bitrate: 320 kbps

Format: mp3

Genre: Drone, Soundscape, Abstract, Avant Garde

http://archive.org/details/ab-132BalkarWachholz-Mandros2012 check out this other lovely record by this genius

May 14, 2012



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