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LOPEZ, FRANCISCO - Untitled # 164

Format: CD
Label & Cat.Number: Unsound 12U
Release Year: 2006
Note: a project comissioned by the ARGOS festival in 2004, Brussels Sonic Matter. Using field recording made in the city together with TRMX, Johan Vandermaelen, Martiens Go Home, and Building Transmissions; Lopez mutates and records these into an intense 73 minute composition...
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" Untitled # 164 came out of a project commissioned by the ARGOS festival in 2004, Brussels Sonic Matter. Using field recording made in the city together with TRMX, Johan Vandermaelen, Martiens Go Home, and Building Transmissions; Lopez mutates and records these into an intense 73 minute composition..." [label info]


"Another impressive work by Francisco Lуpez, this time based on urban field recordings made in Brussels (together with TMRX, Johan Vandermaelen, Martiens Go Home and Building Transmissions) and reworked by the Spanish sound researcher to respond to a commission by Argos Festival in 2004. This composition is a game of contrasting energies taking their nourishment from the very silence they come from. The first part is built upon a deep pulse sounding like a sleeping giant's heartbeat, a fabulously suspended sensation of invisible life happening under the surface of the unknown. About 20 minutes into the piece, the treated sounds of the city become a powerful wind whose impetus constitutes an ominous presage from which we feel strangely protected, like being wrapped by a thick cocoon - but not for long. Cyclical clicks and mechanical breaths bring us back to more concrete revelations while whooshing ectoplasms - apparently, running cars in tunnels - emerge as a charming element even if acting as a sort of distraction from the basic soundscape. The central section presents the strongest "industrial" intensities, whose hypnotic allure is soon replaced by ghost-like clouds of introspection, undercurrents of low frequencies and percussive clatters. City sounds are also perceptible as "presences" in the final movements, just like moans from the souls of mariners whose life was claimed by the sea; this is the most emotional section, a mass of droning streams and scents of desolation leading everything to the end." [Touching Extremes (Italy), June 2006]




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