04 marzo, 2021

Nubes, Rumores, Cometas y Orugas CD 2005 (Last copies on Bandcamp)

  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

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    NOTE: This is not a reissue, they are the last copies of the original edition by the Russian label Monochrome Vision from 2005.
    The digital download also includes two unreleased tracks not included on the CD.

    First official CD album of Rafael Flores who hails from the depth of spanish experimental music scene also known for his early works released under Comando Bruno moniker.
    This compilation presents one decade, 1994 to 2004, of his sound experimentation, and shows quite diverse sides of his creative efforts, which ranges from collaged field recordings to noise ambient loops, from rhythmic structures to hypnotic electronic passages.

    review mainfold records
    Flores, a respected experimental composer in more European circles perhaps, collects a thick gallery of works here, each static in it's own feel, style, volume, texture and tone. The only consistent aspect shared between each of these five distinct piece is their monochromatic sound. Either one loop welded so the seam is indetectable, such as on Minoo 1, the first track, or a cubed cacophony of near-extreme noise on the mercifully timed 5 minute Sanzoot. It has an appeal and listenability somewhat greater than early Merzbow via Loop Panic or such. Flores isn't tearing the roof off by any means, but creating quite vibrant moments lasting anywhere from one minute to ten. Like taking the best scenes from a film, the most hyphotic moments, and looping them together. The selection of whats used is what makes Flores good at what he does. I find myself contained beautifully inside of whatever piece is playing when this is on. Content to be restrained under odd sounds and colors.

    review vital weekly 513
    Flores plays industrial music, but one that strictly along the 'old' rules. He takes he sounds from rather primitive sources (such as the radio depicted on the cover), feeding them through electronics, chopping them into small rhythm particles (such as in 'Boucher 2' which sounds alike Esplendor Geometrico), but never the material dissolves into a mass of noise sound. Crisp clear, layers of electronic sounds, processed field recordings (in 'Para'), this is music that reminded me of the late eighties Asmus Tietchens. Forceful, yet intelligent industrial music. A major step forward and hopefully much more to come.

    review connexion bizarre
    Apparently, Rafael Flores, long serving Spanish experimental musician, is most notorious for the “intimate poetical touch in the soundworks”. I must be too cynical and uncultured, because I am struggling to hear the poetry in the ten tracks of difficult experimental sounds presented here in this anthology spanning the decade from 1994 to 2004.
    The useful and informative inlay notes contain a wonderful quote from a certain Fenici magazine, “…the contrast between the luminous mornings and the anxious dreams of the siesta… The light breeze waves a weightless curtain. The curtain caresses a just made bed.” I have never considered beds or curtains to be the most industrial of household items but I considered this poetry carefully and let it guide me in the right direction for appreciating this sonic art. Let’s have a go at this… A tap is left dripping in the kitchen as mother left too quickly for work again. A mosquito buzzes past the sink, unhindered in its progress by murderous hands. The breeze picks up, gently ruffling a vase of sunflowers on the windowsill, as outside a sudden crash and a cry is heard. Young Jose has fallen off his bicycle, for the third time this week, and this time he is quite badly hurt and the tears stream down his red cheeks.
    Excuse me. There is quite a range of curious and occasionally emotive sounds in this album; unfortunately, each track tends to remain the same once it has got moving and things can become slightly tedious for a few minutes. This seems to be evident with much experimental music for many years; brief moments which might even be genius separated by long periods of tedium. Flores’ more uneventful periods are thankfully not so long, and when not paying too close attention there are some good background pieces. The noisier compositions start very well, with dense masses of harsh, unsettling sound, but these do tend to be the more repetitive ones.
    “Clouds, Comets, Rumours and Worms” does stand up to repeated plays, at least for the more patient listener, and I would certainly have liked to see Flores live if I’d had the chance. However, this could be quite an inaccessible collection of work for the newcomer to experimental ambience, and for the more experienced it seems this would only really please those who are not so demanding for much to be happening in a short space of time.