A Little Town South of LA: 80’s Underground in San Diego Keith Boyd
Catherine Christer Hennix-Chora(s)San Time-Court Mirage- Live @The Grimm Museum Volume One Sonic Acts/Important Records
What do you with an album where nothing happens but everything is present? Where nothing happening is the actual hoped for reality. Can you praise nothing? Surely you can give the academic-musico-historical perspective. You can analyze it and use the Holy Saints of Minimalism name drop game. Here I'll do that for you;
"AHEM...Catherine Christer Hennix is in the great lineage of La Monte Young, Terry Riley, John Cage, Elaine Radique and to lay it all out there Pandit Pran Nath."
But all that does is contextualize someone. In fact it allows you to box, catagorize and ignore the very thing itself. And that very thing folks, is just simply not to be missed. Not in this case. It's just too damn good. Through some alchemy of technique, equipment and will power this group has created a masterpiece. A triumph of tonality which if you will listen, LISTEN DEEPLY, has the power to move your heart. Move your soul and move your being to pure bliss. So what is this magickal sonic tonic you say? Are there secret power words or hidden mysteries revealed? I guess that depends on what you come looking for.
Drones and tones emerge, coagulate, become and then lose their edges filtering into the background of ever present froth. Every sound is in here. I swear I can Hear Johnny Rotten clearing his throat just as Bach tunes another clavichord. Off in the distance Harry Parstch taps a gas cloud Chime as some faceless Gospel Choir lifts off. It's all in here. The waves and echoes of all music come to this pool distilled to their essence. They dance for us and give us room to find things. Find how sound ripples then nerves of your spine. Find a way to breathe into relaxation and energy. Find a glimpse of one the ever changing faces of God. Too much you say? Too damn much to expect from a CD listen? Maybe? We're all wired differently and this all might pilt down to a boring ass and flat nothing for you. So be it! The world is big, you'll find the music that pulls you through. This one just really does it for these ears. I can't even call this so much an album as a sound world. Oddly enough it turns out that when we turn our attention to NOTHING we tend to find EVERYTHING. And lastly, to any Nay Sayers out there I say OH WELL. That's all. I'd rather listen to an hour of this audio-elixir than the nine thousand Pop tunes being crapped out by that great soft-serve machine in the sky every week. Two things in conclusion friends: BREATHE AND LISTEN!