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TTW#45 – Andrew Poppy – Infernal Furniture

Cassette only – limited edition of 150 copies
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Track listing:

“Infernal Sonatas”
A1: Sonata One
A2: Sonata Two
A3: Sonata Four A
A4: Sonata Four B
A5: Sonata Nine

“Infernal Dub Furniture”
B1: Sonata One Dub
B2: Sonata Two Dub
B3: Sonata Four A Dub
B4: Sonata Four B Dub
B5: Sonata Nine Dub

Illustration – Rayna deNiord.


Infernal Furniture is a collection of piano sonatas, backed with a version – Infernal Dub Furniture – where the recordings are subjected to the studio effects of delay and reverb, changing the surface and meaning of the music. The piano pieces themselves are drawn from the collection “10 Sonatas Ten” (2010).

Piano and electronic processing by; composed and produced by Andrew Poppy. Mastered by Zachary James Watkins.


Ultra-red’s Dont Rhine writes…

“A provocative proposition; Satie meets dub procedures. It makes me think about the erased link between jazz improvisation and dub where, in the latter, the improvised instrument is the mixing deck. If, as Cardew said, improvisation is the search for a sound to interpret a context, dub raises the stakes of that hermeneutic to the fight against Babylon.

And then there’s Infernal Dub Furniture. To reinsert the anti-Eurocentric pulse back into the Euro-soundscape of Satie (the most Euro of Euro-soundscapes) is very subversive. This brings to mind Terre Thaemlitz’s project of several years go, rendering the roboticism of Kraftwerk, Devo and Gary Numan according to the principles of rubato - all done via steptime programming. It’s always interesting how this dubbing (or queering, as Terre would insist) also unleashes an affect of melancholy. An affect for a world whose evidence is unseen and unheard. But deeply desired. Andrew, you always inspire me, man.” Dont Rhine, Hollywood, CA, 3 February 2012


Andrew Poppy writes…

“The piano; I’ve spent my life in front of this particular piece of furniture. Some days it saves my life. It allows me to find order and control in the chaos of thoughts and contradictory meanings that a day throws up. With it I can articulate creative thought. For me it’s better exercise than a gym. It takes physical control and co-ordination as well as mental agility. It can be like reading a great novel from another time. Other days it seems an alienating, monk-like practise which develops a debilitating isolation under the cloak of a priesthood.

If instruments all have their origins in an idea, what was that of the piano? It’s a European invention whose mechanical technology could be seen as the sister of industrial machines such as the loom and the sewing machine. While most orchestral instruments play one note at a time – and therefore are related to the voice in a fundamental way – the piano can play many voices at the same time. It can represent many other instruments in a way others cannot. So it was always, although not exclusively, the classical composers’ preferred tool. The piano is a piece of furniture that hides a mechanism, unlike orchestral instruments whose mechanisms are all outside, like Renzo Piano’s architecture: the Beaubourg Museum, Paris.

The piano is an icon of high culture but it is also a piece of domestic furniture. A bourgeois badge of culture or a petty bourgeois aspiration. This large cumbersome box sits at odds with modern life. Playing it in a urban domestic context is even more uncomfortable. The neighbour wants a recital not practise, and certainly not contemporary music… Radio transmission of perfectly performed piano music, a small and tiny un-resonant image, is the most appropriate sound to exist in the ambient sonic space of the modern home.

The loom-like internal mechanism of the piano puts me in mind of images of 19th century industrial oppression: the textile mills, those ‘dark Satanic mills’ of William Blake’s poem/lyric. Sometimes the jangling and overpowering presence of the piano in the domestic space just seems diabolical, as the insides of factories must have seemed to farming folk. This is the origin of the title Infernal Furniture.

The piano mechanism also suggests that instrument of torture in Kafka’s The Penal Colony. The piano hammers impact like a sewing machine, puncturing the body in a series of sharp attacks. Tattooing the air with a bloody image.

Although these associations with the piano’s mechanism spiral into oppressive images, piano music itself brings optimism, hope and enchantment. I haven’t figured out what this means…” – Andrew Poppy, London, 27 January 2012


Poppy’s new performance and CD “Shiny Floor Shiny Ceiling” (9 songs in search of a territory; 7 voices in search of a song) will be released in October with London performances on 9/10 November and spring touring dates TBA…


www.andrewpoppy.co.uk


Reviews

Aquarius Records (US):

One of four new releases this week on the always impressive The Tapeworm label, this one from pianist Andrew Poppy, who offers up a handful of lovely piano sonatas on the A side, stately and subtly cinematic, a mix of modern classical and baroque elegance, mesmerizing and not so minimal, every track in constant motion, lush cascades of notes over hypnotic almost looped and near rhythmic arrangements, haunting and cyclical, a little Satie, a little Reich, dark and brooding, but with flourishes of sun dappled melodicism.

But it’s the flipside that most folks will probably find the most exciting, a ‘dub’ version of the pieces on the A side, entitled “Infernal Dub Furniture”, which casts all the melodies and arrangement in a new, soft focus, woozy, dreamily druggy light. The sounds smeared into an almost Caretaker like blur in some places, a dizzying barrage of careening fragmented melodies in others.

Repetitive and less ‘dubby’, than just sort of fucked up and tripped out, but definitely dubby in the sense that it adds lots of texture and rhythm, even a little groove that wasn't present in the standard sonatas, a gloriously lysergic sprawl of dizzying collaged sounds, whirling washed out piano shimmer, and gristly melodic buzz. Some seriously droned out abstract drone-dub piano-noise bliss for sure.

 

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