Angstlustvergangenheitsreste
by Carsten Vollmer + Martine Chine
Carsten Vollmer and Martine Chine collaborate on a massive chunk of deep dark drone noise interspersed with fragmented sounds that may signify the “remnants of the past” hinted at in the somewhat faux-Freudian title, “Angstlust” meaning the thrill one can get by voluntarily venturing into dangerous situations.
In a certain way, venturing outside of the controlled realm of 'proper' musical practice into the mayhem of a harsh noise performance can probably offer a sonic equivalent to this kind of thrill, so the title seems somewhat programmatic for the meeting of these two adept noise performers – Martine Chine with their more rhythmic, percussive approach and Carsten Vollmer working with harshly distorted oscillating frequencies.
File under: drone, noise
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Harsh Critic 365
A collab today, between Martine Chine, who I’ve covered previously, and Carsten Vollmer, who is a new name to me. The last MC release I covered was also a collaboration, although that one leaned into ambient drone territory, and quite beautifully so. Whilst this takes some of those droning elements, it pushes them in a whole other direction.
Angstlustvergangenheitsreste is a single 36-minute track, opening with a wind-laden rolling rumble that establishes an ominous atmosphere. Delayed chittering and strange wet wobbles lurk amongst the murk, whilst what sound like distant detonations occasionally break across the horizon.
Eventually deep pulsing hits arrive, initially sparse but becoming increasingly frequent until something approaching a four-on-the-floor rhythm emerges. It gives the piece a sudden sense of forward momentum, with feedback and screech cutting through the surrounding drone before those low-end pulses disappear back into the gloom, only to resurface later.
There are some really nice sounds throughout, and moments where everything seems poised to shift into something genuinely exciting. Unfortunately, it never quite gets there.
From the description I’d expected the rhythmic elements to be more adventurous and exploratory, perhaps playing more dramatically against the drones and textures surrounding them. Instead, Angstlustvergangenheitsreste ebbs and flows, repeatedly hinting at greater things without ever really committing to them. By the latter stages I found my attention wandering as the piece began to feel more meandering than hypnotic.
As it stands, it’s fine. I didn’t love it, I didn’t hate it. There are individual sounds and passages I enjoyed, and enough interesting texture to keep it from being a write-off, but ultimately it left me wanting something more.
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BAD ALCHEMY
CARSTEN VOLLMER ist in BA mittlerweile die Stimme der Arbeiterklasse. MARTINE CHINE in Bourges, sein mir bisher unbekannter Partner bei Angstlustvergangenheitsreste (ACU 1100), präsentiert sich auf Bandcamp mit etwa „Ghosts Are Never So Far“, „Laissons les frontières derrière nous“ oder „Tapisseries = Histoires“ als mit ihm geistesverwandt surrender und loopender Bruitist und Noise-Maschinist. Vereint begegnen sie mir mit wummrigem Rumor, als Wasserfall hinter Schallschutzfenstern. In einer Mixtur motorisch brummender, flüssig brausender Anmutungen, in der klackernde Kaskaden verhallen. Mit harscher Körnung vereint sich das zu Klangbeben, zu pulsend bewegtem Mahl- oder Pumpwerk und Hall. Das Werkstück ist direkt und ausschließlich für die Ohren und als körperliche Erfahrung gedacht. Es in Worte zu packen, ist so überflüssig wie unmöglich. Es rau, impulsiv, aggressiv zu nennen, hält nur auf und lenkt nur vom Erlebnis ab. Chine sagt nicht umsonst: Live, was denn sonst? In Wallung versetzte Luft als rubbelig surrende, flattrig pressende Massage. Mit Angstlust als sadomasochistischer Schwester der Schmerzlust? Oder als unbewusster Rest jener Vergangenheit, als Männer noch... und demnächst wieder? Noch gibt es derart harte Brocken als Stolpersteine.
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