Cordell Klier
"Winter"
Ad Noiseam adn31 CD
Cordell Klier's Winter is a ten-part ambient and glitch suite dedicated to the blissful emptiness and harrowing bleakness of the winter months. Winter is the second release for Klier under his own name (previously releases have come under the monikers of Kreptkrept, OF and Monstrare) and continues the clicks and cuts ambience of his first record on Ad Noiseam, Apparitions. In addition to making records in nearly every waking instant of his day, Klier also runs the Doctsect label. The man has his fingers everywhere and the cross-pollination of his efforts breathes its way into the ambient glitchery of Winter like tiny clouds of pollen trapped in the perpetual ice of these songs, lending them strange colors and textures.
"3" is a fragmenting glacier, a slow-moving structure which groans and heaves with its massive weight. Ice breaks up along the surface, shards of crystalline sound skittering across the dazzling surface. There are seismic tremors, abrupt beats of sudden movement within the mammoth ice field as things shift and shatter. Air which has been trapped in pockets for centuries is suddenly freed as the crevasses open across the face of the glacier and the exhaled wind from these pockets contains ghostly echoes from thousands of years ago. Klier builds mysterious environments from ambient drones, splintered IDM rhythms, squelchy fragmented melodies, and sudden expectorations of glitch noise.
Then -- suddenly and seemingly effortlessly -- six minutes have passed and we are in "4," the next movement of Klier's vision of winter where a tiny tone flutters against the inside of your speakers like a persistent wind blowing ice crystals against your goggles. Strange machinery fumes and clanks across the surface of a breach hole in the ice where thin monitors are being lowered into the water to capture the submerged song of ice-encrusted monsters of the deep arctic water. And, as we huddle over the instruments, a wind comes off the plains, scouring the loose snow and shifting the hillocks of ice so that all our landmarks are gone within the hour. This is the fifth movement of Winter, a song of wind and machinery that sounds as if someone were playing a slowed down version of an Aphex Twin track at the other end of a wind tunnel. "8" hints at radio transmissions and satellite signals, lost transmitters forever signaling from abandoned ice-covered stations. The wind caresses these places like you might pet a cat in an attempt to coax tiny sounds from the belly of the creature beneath your fingers.
The minute of silence at the beginning of the last movement is the purest simplicity of the cold world: the stark beauty of the white landscape and chill emptiness of the still winter air. The buzzing, hissing, clattering world of man can easily be reduced to a featureless white plain by a winter storm. We are warm-blooded creatures and the beauty and terror of winter confounds us. Cordell Klier lives in Minnesota near the 45th Parallel and, while he is only halfway up the side of the earth, Minnesota is a long way from the warm air coming off the oceans. All he gets is the jet stream howling down through Canada. Listening to Winter, you can imagine him huddled beside an ancient oil-driven heater writing love songs to accompany the arctic moan and wail of his icy mistress. Highly recommended.
-Mark Teppo
Earpollution
Web, Canada, www.earpollution.com
www.earpollution.com/v2/revi...play.php
"Winter"
Ad Noiseam adn31 CD
Cordell Klier's Winter is a ten-part ambient and glitch suite dedicated to the blissful emptiness and harrowing bleakness of the winter months. Winter is the second release for Klier under his own name (previously releases have come under the monikers of Kreptkrept, OF and Monstrare) and continues the clicks and cuts ambience of his first record on Ad Noiseam, Apparitions. In addition to making records in nearly every waking instant of his day, Klier also runs the Doctsect label. The man has his fingers everywhere and the cross-pollination of his efforts breathes its way into the ambient glitchery of Winter like tiny clouds of pollen trapped in the perpetual ice of these songs, lending them strange colors and textures.
"3" is a fragmenting glacier, a slow-moving structure which groans and heaves with its massive weight. Ice breaks up along the surface, shards of crystalline sound skittering across the dazzling surface. There are seismic tremors, abrupt beats of sudden movement within the mammoth ice field as things shift and shatter. Air which has been trapped in pockets for centuries is suddenly freed as the crevasses open across the face of the glacier and the exhaled wind from these pockets contains ghostly echoes from thousands of years ago. Klier builds mysterious environments from ambient drones, splintered IDM rhythms, squelchy fragmented melodies, and sudden expectorations of glitch noise.
Then -- suddenly and seemingly effortlessly -- six minutes have passed and we are in "4," the next movement of Klier's vision of winter where a tiny tone flutters against the inside of your speakers like a persistent wind blowing ice crystals against your goggles. Strange machinery fumes and clanks across the surface of a breach hole in the ice where thin monitors are being lowered into the water to capture the submerged song of ice-encrusted monsters of the deep arctic water. And, as we huddle over the instruments, a wind comes off the plains, scouring the loose snow and shifting the hillocks of ice so that all our landmarks are gone within the hour. This is the fifth movement of Winter, a song of wind and machinery that sounds as if someone were playing a slowed down version of an Aphex Twin track at the other end of a wind tunnel. "8" hints at radio transmissions and satellite signals, lost transmitters forever signaling from abandoned ice-covered stations. The wind caresses these places like you might pet a cat in an attempt to coax tiny sounds from the belly of the creature beneath your fingers.
The minute of silence at the beginning of the last movement is the purest simplicity of the cold world: the stark beauty of the white landscape and chill emptiness of the still winter air. The buzzing, hissing, clattering world of man can easily be reduced to a featureless white plain by a winter storm. We are warm-blooded creatures and the beauty and terror of winter confounds us. Cordell Klier lives in Minnesota near the 45th Parallel and, while he is only halfway up the side of the earth, Minnesota is a long way from the warm air coming off the oceans. All he gets is the jet stream howling down through Canada. Listening to Winter, you can imagine him huddled beside an ancient oil-driven heater writing love songs to accompany the arctic moan and wail of his icy mistress. Highly recommended.
-Mark Teppo
Earpollution
Web, Canada, www.earpollution.com
www.earpollution.com/v2/revi...play.php
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