Tasos Stamou – Musique con Créte

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by Raquel Pinheiro
 
Greek born, London living, thirty something years old Tasos Stamou, an electroacoustic music composer and performer, and creator of alternative electronic music instruments – he likes to bend circuits and to hack hardware, and is as much at ease modifying toys or Casio keyboards. Tasos is also a researcher of ancient, traditional music.
 
Musique con Créte, Stamou’s new record, and his first proper composition work, he tends to release live recorded one, is the result of an artist residency of four weeks, in Heraklion, Crete, that started three years ago, with a follow up during two subsequent Summers. Tasos idea was to explore the music of this part of Greece he had not visited before, and to reconnect with some parts of his Greek heritage.
 
Stamou collected field recording, both in nature and urban environment, hosted studio sessions with local musicians, got tapes and records from old record shops, improvised, dismantleded traditional songs, and assembled a complex multi-layered sound collage that revisits local traditional music, coupling it with electronic and acoustic fabrics.
 
The result is a complex, strange, fascinating, at times minimalistic, at times folklore, other times quasi, if not fully, spiritual, palette of sounds and textures. Some instrumental, others vocalized/sang.
 
Some of Musique con Créte’s tracks have both a personal and ethnographic relevance, like when Tasos was invited by a friend to attend a Koura ceremony for a closed group of people and was able capture a rare Rizitiko song.
 
The record is a good mix of ancient, ethnographic music and concrete music methods – loops, down sampling, effects processing etc., allowing the listener to dive into, what for most is certainly an unknown musical world, that of Crete’s traditional music. The above mentioned Rizitiko, Vasiliki, Ballad of the Crippled Gipsy fall under the more traditional/ethnographic group, while A Call, The Arrival, or A Dance bring the electroacoustic and concrete music to the forefront.
 
(Discrepant Records, 2018)

André Fonseca – Candelabro, Porto, 24.04.2018.

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Beats,  loops, pre-recorded sounds with added live effects and manipulations, is what can be listed to on a André Fonseca live set/concert. Fonseca’s electronics are pleasant, ranging from more experimental landscapes to a dancable ones, always without going to extremes.

Personally, what fascinates me the most with this kind of music, is, literally, the assemblage of the gear, its interactions and the manipulations of the various devices on a live context.

Candelabro was a perfect place to watch those. There is no stage, the artist gear and hands are visible, allowing the observer, if interested, to see what is being done.

There is however, one risk with this type of music, especially in the evening in places that are also bars/clubs, at a point, people start to talk, spipping their drinks, turning their attention off the musician. Even because, if the venue is full, it can be hard to know if the music is live or a DJ/the venues’ ambient music.

Sereias – Candelabro, Porto, 24.04.2018.

words & photos Raquel Pinheiro

Regardless of how many Sereias concerts one sees, they are never alike, even if, paradoxically, it is always possible to know it them that are playing.

The differences, often, aren’t so much on the general structure, but more on the details, the type of little and bigger inserts, the toning the always overwhelming frantic, chaotic, but controlled, energy, a notch down or up, and in adapting themselves to the venue and audience.

At Candelabro, a small place, from where the usual tables and chairs had been removed, they were staggering, hypnotic, rapturing the audience that was going along the band’s flow, at times, as berserked as Sereias.

Split in two parts, a very intense, breathless, noisy, furious, with manic drums, bass and electronics at full speed wreaking havoc, the guitar’s metallic, acute, spasm throwing confusion, the saxophone adding another lawyer to the intensity, and the vocals, floating equally on a tone of insanity. The “second half”, could be called calmer, more peaceful, even if calm and peace, with Sereias, are euphemisms, but some parts were quieter, especially the theme before the last one, where the saxophone shone, and, then was absent on the final track.

Sereias’ music always affects the audience that absorbs it, mimicking the feelings conveyed by the band. It is impossible to watch them and remain the same.

 

Sean Riley – California

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by Guilherme Lucas (freely translated by Raquel Pinheiro)

One of the conclusions, in a way of assessment, that can be inferred about California, Sean Riley’s (aka Afonso Rodrigues) first solo work, is that it is, without great doubts or hesitations, the best and the happiest consequence of Misfit, the lastest Legendary Tigerman work. Therefore, in the future, it will not be unreasonable, to recall California as a kind of Misfit’s good side (obviously, without neglecting the quality of said Tigerman album).

California was born from an invitation from Tigerman to musician friend Afonso Rodrigues, so that, on the ride of Misfit’s recording, both performed on American soil, an album that was already a protracted intention of the two – always kept in the drawer – since a few years ago. Using the “excuse” of the beatnik imaginary road trip (which, in truth, has, over time, become a commonplace for any kind of redemption – whatever it may be – for many rock musicians and others; which is a kind of cursed and longed-for Holy Grail that needs to be experienced at least once in a lifetime), California songs were recorded conceptually and lo-fi in hotel and motel rooms after the end of Misfit’s recordings , while the two musicians daily recharged their batteries of inspiration on a long journey through the barren roads of the American dream.

California is an album of 7 superb songs within a folk -country-rock register, one of those that at the end of the hearing raise some questions in search of clarification and some light. One of them is about music‘s simplicity and its magic effect: without discard Afonso Rodrigues’ whole career within a band with Sean Riley & The Slowriders and Keep Razors Sharp (which is very meritorious and of quality), we come to the conclude that, for the musician, everything has always been possible without them, as far as excellence is concerned, a thing California undeniably possesses.

Because it is naked of all production and studio tricks inherent to recordings with bands, this record is free of any artificialism; it is doubly sincere and, therefore, conveys a rare tímeles beauty to be listened to by any music lover who enjoys quality music, regardless of musical genres. It’s the kind of timeless, impervious to fashion album that lasts beyond band’s hypes.

Often one has to go down winding paths until one can get to the main road, and this seems to be the real reason. What pleases me the most in this album is the total irrelevance, or total lack of need, of including other instruments or arrangements (which is what always leads to the formation of bands, and, in time, always force the reach of other broader and more ambitious goals – and that is almost always reason for conflicts or irremediable differences). Afonso Rodrigues’ extraordinary voice and his acoustic guitar (his first one, with which he began to compose and which, therefore, also is an inspiring and relevant object in the attainment of California, as a return to origins and a certain purity), allied to a firm and well-directed discipline for writing and composing true songs, is, by itself, sufficient and brilliant.

All the songs of the album are simply precious in their own way, but for personal tastes Drop Me a Line and the compelling cover of Leonard Cohen ‘s Chelsea Hotel No. 2, (that he wrote to Janis Joplin), are the greater songs of the album.

Because it is immeasurably much harder to make a simple and beautiful album (as it’s California’s casa), than “ten thousand albums” of bands equal to all others, this is a work to be listened to as already being one of the best Portuguese albums launched in 2018.

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por Guilherme Lucas

Uma das conclusões, que em jeito de balanço, é possível inferir em relação a California, o primeiro trabalho a solo de Sean Riley (aka Afonso Rodrigues), é que é, sem grandes dúvidas ou hesitações, a melhor e a mais feliz consequência de Misfit, o último trabalho de Legendary Tigerman. Não será por isso despropositado recordar California, no futuro, como que uma espécie de lado bom de Misfit (sem menosprezar obviamente a qualidade desse álbum de Tigerman).

California nasce de um convite de Tigerman ao amigo músico Afonso Rodrigues, para, à boleia da gravação de Misfit, ambos realizarem em solo norte-americano, um álbum que era já uma intenção adiada dos dois – sempre guardada na gaveta – fazia uns anos. Usando a “desculpa” do imaginário da road trip beatnik (que, diga-se em abono da verdade, tornou-se no tempo um lugar comum para uma qualquer redenção – seja do que for – para muitos músicos de rock e não só; como que uma espécie de Santo Graal maldito e ansiado, que precisa de ser vivenciado pelo menos uma vez na vida), as canções de California foram gravadas conceptualmente e em modo lo-fi em quartos de hóteis e móteis, após o final das gravações de Misfit e enquanto os dois músicos recarregavam diariamente as suas baterias de inspiração, em longa viagem pelas áridas estradas do sonho americano.

California é um disco de 7 soberbos temas dentro de um registo folk/country/rock, daqueles que no final da audição suscitam algumas questões em busca de esclarecimento e de alguma luz. Uma delas é sobre a simplicidade da música e o seu efeito mágico: sem desprezar toda a carreira de Afonso Rodrigues em banda com os Sean Riley & The Slowriders e com os Keep Razors Sharp (que é muito meritória e de qualidade), chegamos à conclusão que afinal para o músico tudo sempre foi possível sem as mesmas, no que à excelência diz respeito, e que California inegavelmente possuí.
Porque despido de todas as produções e truques de estúdio inerentes às gravações com bandas, este disco é isento de qualquer artificialismo; é duplamente sincero e por isso transmite uma beleza rara e que pode sempre ser escutada no tempo por qualquer melómano que aprecie música com qualidade, independentemente de géneros musicais. É o tipo de álbum intemporal e estanque a modas e que perdura para além dos hypes das bandas.

Muitas vezes é preciso percorrer sinuosos caminhos até se conseguir apanhar a estrada principal, e este parece ter sido o verdadeiro motivo. O que mais agrada neste álbum é a total irrelevância ou a total dispensabilidade da inclusão de outros instrumentos ou arranjos (que é sempre o que leva à constituição de bandas e que sempre obrigam no tempo a atingir outros objetivos mais alargados e ambiciosos – e quase sempre sendo motivos de conflitos ou divergências insanáveis). A voz extraordinária de Afonso Rodrigues e a sua guitarra acústica (a primeira de todas com que começou a compor e que é por isso também objeto inspirador e relevante na realização de California, como que um regresso às origens e a uma certa pureza), aliados a uma disciplina firme e bem direcionada para a escrita e composição de verdadeiras canções, é por si só suficiente e brilhante.

Todas as canções do álbum são singelamente preciosas à sua maneira, mas por questões de gosto pessoal  Drop Me a Line e a envolvente versão de Chelsea Hotel N.º 2, de Leonard Cohen (que a escreveu dedicada a Janis Joplin), são as músicas maiores do álbum.

Porque é incomensuravelmente muito mais difícil de fazer um álbum simples e belo (como é o caso de California), do que “dez mil álbuns” de bandas iguais ao resto, este é um trabalho a ser escutado obrigatoriamente como já sendo um dos melhores álbuns nacionais lançados em 2018.

 

 

 

Because it is immeasurably much harder to make a simple and beautiful album (as it’s California’s casa), than “ten thousand albums” of bands equal to all others, this is a work to be listened to as already being one of the best Portuguese albums launched in 2018.

 

(aFirmação 2018/Sony Music Portugal)

 

 

Summer of Hate + Dreamweapon, Woodstock 69, 19-04.2018.

words: Guilherme Lucas (freely translated by Raquel Pinheiro); photos: Guilherme Lucas

Summer of Hate, a band (I presume) from Porto or Greater Porto, gave a good concert last Thursday at Woodstock 69. I liked the band for two reasons: the first one being the very pleasant (indirect) realization that there are live projects like this one in Porto, that very interesting and extremely valid – refreshing, even – within certain types of rock’s subgenres, the second being because they already show a strength and a good direction, that to continue, will certainly result in very good things, perhaps directed to a broader audience within the underground.

Essentially, Summer of Hate are and artistic project from their mentor’s, musician João Martins, turned into a band, started in 2017 under the influence of Californians The Brian Jonestown Massacre. This influence is clearly understood in Summer of Hate’s sound, but I would say that live , the band sounds more like Suicide or Spacemen 3 (they are the best known and most obvious to avoid the drudgery of quoting other more current names), and I recognized in their last theme bits of Dirty Beaches (I end up mentioning one of the most current ones).

Those references that I point out are obvious in the band’s sound, but also obvious in their connections to each other. This project is psychedelic (as if anything else was possible), but within a completely rock’n’roll approach, using programming and keyboards, complemented by electric guitars with many effects, in order to create distinct sound layers in eternal hypnotic loops towards a long journey through the night, or the Cosmos (pick a choice), interspersed with sporadic vocals cloned in the best fashion after the great Alan Vega.

In short, one can consider post-punk’s sound, even a synthpunk one in psychedelic register. Summer of Hate are clearly in championship Suicide’s (who invented much of the sound that the band practices) heirs and, therefore, what will be asked to the ban is that throughout its path, tthey ry to renew that heritage. From what I’ve been given to see, they’re on the right track.

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dreamweaponofficial  dreamweapon are a project of enormous quality, with a depth and intensity worthy of reference. The concert offered by the band was always guided by great discipline and perfect connection between its two members, leading us to a fantastic and time-consuming journey, completely psychedelic and emotive. There is something deliciously tribal and mantric in their sound that immediately imprisons us; the guitar solos are absolutely magisterial and extremely well placed.

Then there is a whole clever resource to distorted and ambient drones, that work flawlessly. When a band manages to elevate me to other sensory and perception places for some good moments, knowing that I have always been physically in front of them and not having taken psychotropics or similar things, then this happens because the band is very good and fulfills its recreational function in an examplary way. Their sound references krautrock, post punk, industrial music and even electronic music. It should be noted that the band ‘s bass player, André Couto andrelopescouto, is also 10,000 Russos’ bass player. Have a good trip!

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Summer of Hate © Guilherme Lucas

Texto e fotos: Guilherme Lucas

Os Summer of Hate, banda (presumo) do Porto ou Grande Porto, deram um bom concerto na passada quinta-feira, no Woodstock 69. Gostei da banda por dois motivos: o primeiro pela muito agradável constatação (indireta) de que há projetos vivos como este na Invicta e que são muito interessantes e extremamente válidos – e até refrescantes – dentro de certos tipos de subgéneros do rock, e o segundo motivo porque já exibe uma pujança e uma boa direção, que a continuar, vai certamente resultar em coisas muito boas, e quiçá, direcionado para públicos mais amplos ao underground.

Os Summer of Hate é essencialmente um projeto artístico, feito banda, do seu mentor, o músico João Martins, iniciado em 2017 sobre a influência dos californianos The Brian Jonestown Massacre. Entende-se claramente essa influência no som dos Summer of Hate, mas diria que a banda soa ao vivo mais a Suicide ou Spacemen 3 (são os mais conhecidos e os mais evidentes para evitar a estafa de citar outros nomes mais atuais), e reconheci no seu último tema algo de Dirty Beaches (afinal citei um dos mais atuais).

Estas referências que aponto são óbvias no som da banda, mas também óbvias entre si, nas suas ligações. Este projeto é psicadélico, (como não podia deixar de ser), mas numa abordagem completamente rock’n’roll, usando programações e teclados, complementados por guitarras elétricas com muitos efeitos, de forma a criar camadas sonoras distintas em eterno loop hipnótico rumo a uma longa viagem pela noite ou pelo Cosmos (é escolher), entremeada com vocalizações esporádicas que são clonadas ao melhor estilo de um genial Alan Vega.

Abreviando a coisa, podemos considerar o som de post punk e até de synthpunk em registo psicadélico. Os Summer of Hate estão claramente no campeonato dos herdeiros dos Suicide (que inventaram muito do som que a banda pratica) e por isso o que se exigirá ao grupo, é que ao longo do seu percurso, tente renovar esta herança. E pelo que me foi dado assistir, estão no caminho certo para isso.