TTW#63 - SGR^CAV - Moved By Magnets
Cassette only – limited edition of 150 copies
SOLD OUT AT SOURCE
A3: Ice Trolley 45
Illustration – grohs.
SGR^CAV is a music collaboration between Cristian Vogel and SØS Gunver Ryberg. Their compositions encourage the listener to observe and explore the resonances of a powerful musical awareness.
Stunning release from Cristian Vogel and SØS Gunver Ryberg as SGR^CAV for The Tapeworm. The label informs us that “Their compositions encourage the listener to observe and explore the resonances of a powerful musical awareness” and Moved By Magnets exhibits a keen sense of spatial perception, tone and presence which entirely justifies that claim. Over four pieces they explore diffuse, free-formed spaces charged with a slow-moving, chaotic sort of energy ranging from the shuddering metallic resonance and bleak, streaking industrial tones of ‘Qzhyd’ to the modulating mass of globular bass shapes, location recordings and industrial ambient drones unfolding in ‘Træet’, thru the cacophonous emissions and darkside synth roil of ‘Ice Trolley 45’ on the A-side. B-side they expand on those themes with a 15 minute piece entitled ‘Unveil’ which shape-shifts from corrugated, rhythmic pulses into squally, discordant attack before opening out into widescreen sci-fi ambient drones. It's the sort of release you should buy a tape player just to hear. RIYL Helm, BJ Nilsen, Lustmord.
Aquarius Records (US):
One of three new releases this week from what might be our favorite tape label, The Tapeworm, who as always remain impossibly sonically unpredictable. This one from the oddly named duo SGR^CAV is in fact a collaboration between someone you likely know, Cristian Vogel, and someone you likely don't, SØS Gunver Ryberg, and together, these two whip up a very Tapeworm worthy soundscape of staticky alien broadcasts, haunting chordal drift, lots of hiss and hum, loads of space, a field of warped sonic events that seem to be drifting in a haze of near silence, the sound building to thick tarpit buzz, then splintering into skittery blasts of fragmented crunch, occasionally smoothing out into gauzy swirls of soft focus shimmer, but just as often, collapsing into tangled collages of psychedelic free-noise ambience. At times primitive and lo-fi, at others, heavily textured and caustic, and still at others, dark and delicately lovely.