MYSTERY SEA 16 | Cordell Klier | [Traces]
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INTRODUCTORY WORDS
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"...alone. Sensuous being, listless breathing.. orgasm captured
heart, like
two kittens sleeping.
She was simple. I, confused. ...memory can't shake this ache.
that trap for us to change. UH! I had her here, yet I made her go...?
Kindness. Fortitude, I never aided lawless nature in this spin yet,
I knew
I'd mess this up.
Still, my work not lost to lost love. ...but a heart worn-out, soul.
...Crisis!
I gave up love for an IDEA? How foolish, how damn foolish."
- Cordell Klier, April 2004
PRESS RELEASE
Cordell Klier is
an incredibly prolific US sound artist plebisciting musical crossbreeding
since almost two decades,
but also manager of his own DOCTSECT label, and sensitive graphic designer...
Making an exhaustive list of his multiple offshoot projects would be
far too long, nevertheless one could quote MONSTRARE, OF, VEDISNI &
KREPTKREPT among others...
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After years of personal development, he is now renowned for his finely
chiselled & beautifully edited audio-art pieces...
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On "Traces", Cordell draws
us into a disembodied relation where something new seems to emerge from
scattered fragments, deliquescent presences, evaporated moments...
A fading into a pool of nocturnal ink, a lone sustained swell of quasi
static waves...
"Traces" is a story of sublimated remnants...
an eclipsed breeze blowing arcane formulae on the surface of obscure
waters...
Along the regular erosion, beyond the loss, one feels like listening
closely to the rush of some galvanizing flow, the reanimation of intriguing
vestiges...
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"Traces" scratches mind & soul, raising
the veil on deep feelings...
TRACKS
01.
bodies moving, that thick green night >
unrar + listen !
02. the
crooked ways I fell in love > unrar
+ listen !
03. ...right ?, I'm still here !
LENGTH
39'38
REVIEWS
VITAL
WEEKLY 441|Frans
De Waard
Another
busy bee is Cordell Klier, who is besides a musician
also running his own Doctsect label. More so than his previous 'Winter'
CD (see Vital Weekly 394), he is now really in a winter atmosphere.
On the three pieces offered he depicts a dark, very dark world. 'Traces'
is probably a very apptly chosen title: this music is like long traces
in the snow. Klier plays around with the notion of dark, isolationist
ambient music, in the best tradition of say Thomas Köner. Nothing
much seems to be happening in this empty world of Klier, but upon closer
inspection (simply crank up the volume a little bit) it seems to be
very active music - small events, living organism creep away under the
snow, trying to find their way out. Not an easy task, because life out
here is chilly. Quite an impressive work.
vital
weekly
Touching
Extremes |Massimo Ricci
Though
it looks like there's no apparent end to certain sonic tunnels, Cordell
Klier's soundscapes in "Traces"
possess a touch of relaxing gloom that finds its perfect definition
in long decaying pieces able to bring me to a semiconscious state while
listening. Klier's scenarios shift quite slowly; in
every section there's a tendency to a total occupation of space so that
- while lulled - nevertheless you're not left with scarcity of alteration
for both ear and mind. Sounds are well considered and better placed
through a pretty "pure" generation often morphing into heavily
filtered resonances. This music works well if your concentration is
high and - helped by a spectacular October afternoon complete with tolling
bells from outside - I can safely say this is more than a dull soundtrack
for lost souls, it's rather an absorbing flight through images of unadulterated
entities.
touching extremes
CHAIN
D.L.K.|Eugenio Maggi
Rated :
3.5 stars out of 5
A prolific and eclectic
electronic musician, Cordell Klier now contributes
to Mystery Sea's always remarkable night/ocean drones series with this
3-track, 40-minute work. A scary and brooding album to say the least,
"Traces" features Klier
in a definite dark ambient mood, assembling layers and layers of metallic
frequencies and subdued, disquieting noises. Klier's
ocean seems to be plagued by unkown monsters and upsetting memories,
and he certainly delivers no shelter to rest by. The underlying oppressive
force of the work reaches a peak in the third and final track, "...right?,
I'm still here!", with an epic climax and possibly a sort of final
purge of inner demons.
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