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Caligine’s Anomia Mediterranea

Caligine is, to all intents and purposes, the brainchild of one man although,as Gabriele de Seta loves playing with other people, he prefers to define the project more as a collective than a solo act. He’s an Italian who, for the past two years, has mainly divided his time between the Netherlands and China.

Having begun in 2007 by experimenting with harsh noise and found sounds on two volumes entitled Minimalia, Caligine’s new album Anomia Mediterranea is a more luminous and melodic collection of contaminated folk music.

The title track has spoken words (in Italian) that are all but drowned out by insistent drones and there’s even a brief hint of Carmina Burana in there if you listen carefully. These inserts make the musical journey so much more interesting, it’s as if each track begins with the intention of taking a direct line from A to B, then gets drawn to a sound or idea that lies a little off the beaten track.

The longest piece on the album, all 12 minutes and 26 seconds worth, is entitled ‘Cani di Paglia Divorano Tigri di Cartapesta’ which roughly translates as ‘straw dogs devour paper maché tigers’. This surreal ,even faintly savage, imagery belies the lyricism of the instrumental track where a rustic acoustic guitar has elements of Jack Rose’s work with Pelt in which traditional folk becomes gradually corroded by complimentary elements.

Other tracks make me think of Czech poet-musician Vladimir Vaclavek, self-styled neo-folk guru David Tibet and Six Organs of Admittance’s Ben Chasny. In addition, a brief piece of improvised acoustic guitar (Blitris) sounds like an homage to Derek Bailey. Continue reading

TURNER E L’ITALIA

I really enjoyed the excellent exhibition ‘Turner e l’Italia’ at Il Palazzo dei Diamanti, Ferrara curated by James Hamilton of  the National  Gallery of Scotland .

I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say that Turner’s travels and studies in Italy changed the way he saw the world. You can tell as much from his 1820 painting of Minehead which makes the coast of South West England  look like the Bay of Naples.

91 works  on display show how J.M.W Turner borrowed from the conventions of tradition, following the manner in which painters like Titian and Claude Lorrain combined the antique world with the present. Turner took this to the next level in his iconoclastic treatment of narrative and his experimentation which colour and light. This would later prove a major inspiration for Impressionists such as Monet.

The audio guide rightly gushes over the “shimmering opalescent mists” and “effervescent dreamlike quality” of the paintings. Initially, his works show the puniness of humans when set against the vastness of mountains, lakes and glaciers but gradually any allegoric or narrative content becomes redundant.

The later paintings show only the barest details using thin scrubbed washes of paint. One is called ‘Landscape with a river and a bay in the distance’ (pictured right) yet the features of the painting’s title are hard to pick out clearly.

This move from realism to abstraction got me thinking of the way these ideas are also present in music. Traditional songs which try to convey bliss, desire or despair can at best only approximate the emotional intensity of these powerful feelings.  Frequently, they have to fall back on the default option of  tired platitudes.

I think this is why I am more and more drawn to music which is less song based and/or has less predictable structures.

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The late, great Jack Rose

There’s a half hour long track on the Virginia trio Pelt’s 2005 album (significantly neither the album nor tracks have titles) that was a kind of epiphany for me in this respect. The track begins with Jack Rose playing rustic 12 string acoustic phrases but these ornate, pleasing notes gradually become swamped and ultimately obliterated by cruder drone based sounds until the track end with a fragments of abstract noise with no identifiable pattern. It’s a fascinating piece and works because I feel less sedated as a listener. It  leaves me with no familiar imagery and tonal patterns to identify with.

The parallel with Turner is that , in his move towards impressionistic works, any reassuring resemblance to nature is replaced by a less distinct, but more ambiguous and dynamic perception of the world around us.