This piece appears in the upcoming AdHoc Issue 23.
Since her early releases as E+E, Elysia Crampton has jammed together sounds from disparate genres and geographical locations to articulate an immersive method of cultural commentary and personal storytelling. Spots y Escupitajo, her latest LP, dismisses conventional musical form, juxtaposing several 10 to 20-second audio clips that she calls “spots” with flowing, song-length tours through a world of processed electronics, sound effects, vocal signatures, and, more specific to this release, the sound of a slowly moving piano. Compared to previous albums, this one is spare, in a way that can feel elegiac; indeed, a press release for the album notes that it honors Crampton’s deceased grandparents.
In the below interview, Crampton discusses how her personal history and certain conceptual frameworks team up to undergird her music. Her statements build on a variety of sources, weaving together such notions as “becoming-with,” attributed to the theorist Donna Haraway, and the stories and traditions of her people, the Aymara, an indigenous group from the Andean region. Elysia Crampton plays with Earthly and L’Rain at The Park Church Co-op in Brooklyn on Saturday 11/4.
AdHoc: Your work bespeaks a strong political point of view. What are some challenges you’ve faced as an artist interfacing with and through the digital world, where meaning is easily distorted and taken out of context?
Elysia Crampton: I’m always treading the irrational in an attempt to uncover the project—beyond value logic, beyond linear time and progress, often having to contradict myself in order to get to where I need to go. Beyond the rational lies a dark, generative ocean that exceeds any value judgment or ethical assignment we would confer upon it, though it’s something like an ethical demand that leads me there, toward that night.
I’m always treading the irrational in an attempt to uncover the project—beyond value logic, beyond linear time and progress, often having to contradict myself in order to get to where I need to go. Beyond the rational lies a dark, generative ocean that exceeds any value judgment or ethical assignment we would confer upon it, though it's something like an ethical demand that leads me there, toward that night.
The more I live—making mistakes, being messy, tasting and touching this life where the anti-colonial is continually given (as we are irreducible to coloniality)—the more I find it unnecessary to seek clarity or wholeness, or even what one would consider an individuated standpoint. An example would be a clear-cut political view, able to fit neatly into a packet of lessons. I'm learning that those desires are, in many ways, detrimental to the project. What is the project? I'm still learning that, as it is something felt out in a kind of synesthetic anguish and ecstasy not just my own—a demand, a queer desiring for the abolition of what has been called subjection, an end to imperialism and coloniality as things that prefigure such forms of capture. It’s a desiring born from the movement of becoming-with.
Earlier this year, Thrill Jockey released Many Waters, a 33-song compilation to benefit the Greater Baton Rouge Food Bank in the wake of the flood that swept the area in August of last year. The label enlisted the Baton Rouge, Louisiana doom metal five-piece Thou to help curate the release, which featured local groups from Louisiana alongside experimental metal heavyweights like Old Man Gloom and The Body. After more than a decade of touring, releasing music, and musical community-building in their home state, the band was more than up to the task.
Thou vocalist Bryan Funck in particular has tirelessly supported the Louisiana scene. After starting booking local shows in the mid-’90s, Funck founded the website noladiy.org in 1999, which features an impressively long, constantly updated list of shows, bands, venues, and promoters in southeast Louisiana. We spoke to Funck about the origins and ethos of NOLA DIY, and how some of those impulses filter into Thou’s heavy, metaphysical music—a new offering of which, Magus, is slated for release via Howling Mine, Gilead Media, and Robotic Empire later this year.
Bryan Funck: When [Thrill Jockey founder] Bettina [Richards] heard about the flood down here, she asked if we were interested in doing a benefit. She coordinated with a bunch of metal bands who were friends with Thrill Jockey, and then asked me if there was anybody from New Orleans or Baton Rouge I wanted to add—so I started rounding up all the good New Orleans and Baton Rouge bands that could contribute.
If a tree falls in the forest... what do the surrounding conditions do to the sound? This question peppers Heights in Depths, a new album by the Hague-based composer Leo Svirsky. The title piece, which comprises the entire A-side, realizes its name by hitting great heights with regards to frequency; the B-side, "Depths in Heights," appropriately spreads out and expands thanks to its effective use of accordion. Each piece provides a collection of sounds that help listeners locate themselves and interrogate how everything—sound, bodies, heights, depths, memories, perceptions—mingle, and in what order. Using a reduced sonic palette, Heights in Depths is nevertheless able to powerfully test the limits of its environment and create a defiantly present listening experience.
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Who is Gary Wilson? It’s a question Beck fans likely asked twenty years ago, when he namechecked Wilson on “Where It’s At.” It’s one Stones Throw Records devotees likely asked in 2004, when the label—hitherto known for hip-hop-oriented releases by Peanut Butter Wolf and Madlib—put out Wilson’s cosmic funk LP, Mary Had Brown Hair. And it’s something young Californians likely ask now when they see the bewigged, mess-making, 62-year-old Wilson on local bills with Ariel Pink.
The upstate New York-born, San Diego-based performer recently released the slick, libidinous LP It’s Friday Night with Gary Wilson, his tenth album since reviving a long-dormant career in 2003. Full of terminology and love interests—such as a mysterious woman named Linda—that have been recurring in Wilson’s work for decades, It’s Friday Night adds more layers to the existing Gary Wilson story, one that effectively began with Wilson’s self-recorded, self-released breakthrough LP, You Think You Really Know Me. When it came out in 1977, that scattered collection of keyboard-led pop songs betrayed a bewildering array of influences, from saccharine kitsch to twelve-tone composition. Alongside it, he developed a singular style of experimental performance full of peculiar costumes and messy stage antics.
The precocious Wilson studied cello and bass—as well as jazz, classical, and modern composition— throughout his childhood, while nurturing an interest in what he describes as “extreme art.” By the time he graduated high school, he’d played bass in lounge bands, shredded in the rock group Lord Fuzz, and compared notes with a surprisingly receptive John Cage, whom he met after looking up the legendary composer in the phonebook. You Think You Really Know Me, which he released when he was 23, brought those divergent interests together; according to the artist, it was also the moment when he “became” Gary Wilson—the same Gary Wilson that, forty years on, is still dancing provocatively with mannequins on stage and releasing bizarre, self-recorded pop LPs like It’s Friday Night.
Robert Rauschenberg once said that he tries to act in the gap between art and life. Does Gary Wilson exist somewhere between the two as well? After speaking to Wilson on the phone about the various stages of his artistic development, I’d argue that he’s gone ahead and eliminated those boundaries completely. Where many artists seek to create a distance between public persona and private self—assuming a new name, putting on a new look—there seemed to be little difference between the “Gary Wilson” I’d seen on stage and the verbose yet obtuse man I spoke with. When It’s Friday Night with Gary Wilson, it’s Friday night with the artist, the man, the story, the music, all at once.
AdHoc: You play at different types of venues with different types of audiences, from lounge music bars to DIY spaces. Do you cater your performance to the situation at hand?
Gary Wilson: You gauge things. I’ve always done both [lounge music standards and original music]. My dad worked at IBM in the daytime, and then worked four to five nights a week playing standup bass with a quartet. You get into a working band, and you do your original stuff also.
Now, the restaurant crowd, the hotel crowd—none of those people know who “Gary Wilson” is. I’m a sideman for a guy in his 80s who does Johnny Mathis and Nat King Cole. Just recently, I was playing with a lounge band, then I had to do a show with Black Lips and Ariel Pink down the street; I had to rush from playing conventional, Great American Songbook standards to doing a Gary Wilson show. I used to do that in small towns sometimes: I’d be covered in milk or flour from a daytime park show and then put a tuxedo on and start playing some sophisticated jazz-pop. The combination keeps me balanced: one extreme to the next.
Like Kleenex and Xerox, some names fit the products they're associated with so well, the two terms become synonymous. With over sixty releases in the last ten years career, the Bay Area-based artist otherwise known as Derek Gedalecia has developed a "product," as it were, that similarly locks itself into its name: Headboggle. So loaded with jittering, interpretable musical information is an album like In Dual Mono—Gedalecia's new tape on Hausu Mountain—that the only characterization that easily comes to mind is that the music, well, boggles its listener's head.Across In Dual Mono's two side-long tracks, the music's tempo, genre, technique, mix density, and aesthetic context change at gleefully discomfiting paces. It's hard to say that Gedalecia ever gets into a recognizable "groove," but, fully in control, he's able to establish a peculiar internal rhythm that keeps everything moving and, eh, boggling.
In Dual Mono is out September 16 on Hausu Mountain, alongside tapes by Tiger Village and Lockbox.
New York-based musician and performance artist Muyassar Kurdi is known, at least in part, for her powerful voice—a versatile instrument that fluidly mixes extended techniques (the kind characteristic to Kurdi's teacher, Meredith Monk) with more traditional approaches to folk and pop singing. In Kurdi's recent short film MACHINE//BODY, however, the artist's voice is silent; instead, Kurdi stages a conversation between, well, machine (a pulsing, circuit-bending electronic soundtrack) and body (Kurdi's own, painted chalky white, clad in leggings and, later, a torn trash bag). Contained within a white-walled, wood-floored room, the film cuts between shots of Kurdi's choreography: in some shots she's tethered by a rope to the room's column; in others she presses her body against the floor; then she stares into a mirror lying on the ground. In each segment, Kurdi, though vocally silent, speaks volumes with her expressionistic face, her waving arms, her contorted posture; coupled with the music, which maximally stretches its minimal means, Kurdi's elaborate exploration of her simple set-up conjures instense feelings of, on the one hand, containment and struggle, and on the other, the ability to, one day, dissolve boundaries.
Stream MACHINE//BODY below. Kurdi is performing throughout Europe in October as well as in Brooklyn in August—check those dates after the jump.
FRKWYS, RVNG Intl.'s series of album-length collaborations usually between an older artist and a younger artist, has batted right around 1.000 throughout its seven-year run. The latest installment in the series continues the streak, linking up two Californian synth geniuses—contemporary phenom Kaitlyn Aurelia Smith and Suzanne Ciani, an electronic music pioneer with decades of powerful work ranging from maximalist space disco to gorgeous new age. The result, Sunergy, tends toward the latter of those two strains, with both artists meditating on Buchla synthesizers; the album features two lengthy modular improvisations, the second of which, "Closed Circuit," is excerpted and placed atop a video of waves below. Though as minimal as one might expect, both pieces project a thrilling dynamism thanks to the bright melodies for which Ciani is known as well as the percussive blasts that appear so often on Smith's LP from earlier this year, EARS.
Those unfamiliar with the names Eilbacher, Moskos, and Moore might take the trio to be an exploratory prog-jazz unit; those more familiar may know that the three have played in, among other acts, Horse Lords, Drainolith, and Headband respectively—which, knowing each of those groups' instrumental prowess and impish character, could still certainly mean that their new LP, SEF III, is some sort of righteous spin on Medeski, Martin, and Wood. But no, SEF III trades slick chord changes for jilting sonic collages, glitchy processing, and the sonorous sound of Alex Moskos's voice, waxing poetic over his bandmates' clatter in a manner similar to his late-2015 tape, Moskos Reads the Zonal Poets, Vol. 1. Following an inspired update of "I'm Sitting in a Room" and the Dust Brothers-esque "Cut-Up Music" is "Bad Sesh at the Café," a twelve-minute enactment of its title. Moskos sets the scene: there's a cafe, someone named "Crippy," and plenty of hypnagogic imagery. The story ends quickly, at least verbally; environmental sounds come in only to get replaced by flowing walls of electronic noise, which in turn increase in interest and variation before ending abruptly (but not before frying your brain).
SEF III is out June 24 on Ehse Records. The trio's going on tour; dates are after the jump.
The clip for Pass, a recording by L.A.'s $3.33 (Celia Hollander) originally performed within Pierre Huyghe's video work Shore, displays a tired outer-urban backdrop—rundown small apartment buildings rendered especially dour by the overcast weather and the debris (unidentifiable white rectangles) scattered across the ground in front of them. Shot from a window (sometimes through the glass, sometimes not), $3.33's video quickly reveals the source of the debris: it's coming from the sky, floating down from who-knows-where. The quiet, floating minimalism of the airborn objects comes across in the music, which is likewise clean, airy, a little mysterious. But, like her fellow Angeleno Kaitlyn Aurelia Smith, $3.33 crafts a composition (mastered by Sean McCann) that—though sedate and "ethereal"—carries with it a sense of earthly danger, undergirded by persistent deep pulses. These fuzzy sonic elements turn the potential peacefulness of floating ambient objects into a more urgent, perhaps apocalyptic scenario.
Is This Venue Accessible is a website that catalogues whether or not music venues are accessible to people with disabilities. Started by Birth (Defects) singer and Accidental Guest Recordings proprietor Sean Gray, the site has built up a comprehensive database of accessibility specs for venues both legal and less-than-legal in cities across the globe. "Accessibility for people with disability isn't just ramps," says Gray, "and access to the outside, but access to music, art, and culture." Impressively detailed and easily search-able, Is This Venue Accessible is now both adding capabilities (such as music festival information) and developing an app to make planning concert trips even more user-friendly. They're currently courting developers for the latter venture, but even if you can't code, you can always submit information about your favorite (or least favorite) venues on their site.