Strategy

Albums
Bird Show
CacheFlowe
Caroline
Considerate Builders
Dday One
DJ Olive
Dub Tractor
Jimmy Edgar
Exillon
Four Tet
Guitar
Halma
Landesvatter
Don Limpio
Mariel Ito
Matinée Orchestra
Maximo Park
Mikkel Metal
Ms. John Soda
Music A.M.
Naing Naing
Nightmares On Wax
No Move. No Sound
Pillow
Ghislain Poirier
Prefuse 73
randomNumber
Rec_Overflow
Mike Shannon
.tape.
Wechsel Garland
Zucchini Drive

Compilations/Mixes
Check the Water
Futurism Ain't Shit
Idol Tryouts Two
I Love Techno
Kiki
Machine Drum
Steve Porter
Satoshie Tomiie
SRL
Quality Elect. Music

3"/7"/10"/12"/EPs
aitänna77
Jonas Bering
The Blow
Cepia
Clipd Beaks
DaFluke
Direwires
Drop the Lime
Florent
Honig/Packard
Infinite Scale
Midwest Product
Mufo
Office-(R)6
The Orb/Rice Twins
saidsound/Krilll.minima Scorn-Fury
Solenoid
Miles Tilmann
K F Whitman
Why?

Keith Fullerton Whitman: Lisbon
kranky

Recorded on October 4th, 2005 at the Galeria Zé Dos Bois, Lisbon distills Keith Fullerton Whitman's considerable powers of imagination and technical prowess into a singular forty-one minute piece. What impresses most, however, is the control and patience he exercises throughout. Rather than prematurely exploiting dramatic extremes, the tension builds ever-so-slowly with the ultimate effect much stronger for being the product of such restraint. Whitman includes background detail that'll have technophiles salivating—the piece apparently an exercise in real-time guitar-computer synthesis with customized guitar and pedals augmented by battery-powered sound-devices, tapes of 'automatic synthesizer compositions' (recorded using the same Serge Modular Protoype and Buchla Music Box 100 systems he used to create Multiples), and field recordings—but such detail rightfully recedes into the background once one hits 'play.'

Lisbon is a monolithic work that moves from placid sine-tone ruminations to waves of organ-like drones, gentle lapping patterns, guitar shimmer, and eruptive layers of billowing, sometimes bleeding, synth glissandi. Though the piece builds to a searing climax with Whitman's guitar streams evoking Robert Fripp's snub-nosed sound (followed by eruptive clatter that resembles furniture being moved around onstage), there's not a freakout moment to be heard and, frankly, the work is all the richer for it. At its fullest density, the piece swells into a gargantuan ethereal mass of writhing guitar howl that calls to mind Fripp & Eno's No Pussyfooting and Markus Schmickler's Wabi Sabi. During its concluding ten minutes, Lisbon assumes a more free-form, violent ambiance of wrenched scraping noises before flaming out in a climax of disorienting hallucinatory haze. In notes accompanying the release, Whitman reports that, contrary to past practice, he decided to “not sweat the details, let mistakes be mistakes and just let the music breathe without (his) normally prescribed 3-year gestation cycle of incessant editing, re-mastering, tinkering, etc.” This listener at least hears few mistakes but rather an organic and mature creation that does in fact breathe, but with a vitality that's not merely forceful but combustible.

March 2006