MYSTERY SEA 41| TZESNE
| [Cliffs under the mist]
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INTRODUCTORY
WORDS
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"Quarry Cavila. Region of Salas de los Infantes. Burgos. (...)
The excavation is an old marine bottom habited in the Lower Jurassic
by Ichthyosaurs, Ammonoids and Belemnites … It's excessively hot,
and it will be necessary to protect the microphones and the rest of
the equipment with some providential shade. I definitively abandon them
for hours to the fury of the sun and they record how the sea retires
and leaves the Earth naked, (...) Second, third and fourth days crossing
the precipices (...) In the walls and grounds of this sterile place
the fossilized remains and sediments fight to continue being, they are
everywhere. But sometimes, when the fog enters and it covers everything,
you can feel the depth ___ just with the hindrance of the wind."
-Txesus
Garate, June 2007
PRESS RELEASE
Tzesne is
a veteran of the varied Basque experimental music "scene".
Txesus Garate began to sign with this Tzesne
pseudonym at the end of the 90s after stopping with his earlier rockier
& dark electronics projects. At that moment, he became obsessed
with the array of possibilities offered by the combinations of sound
textures and field recordings... Along his experiences, emerged a consideration
of the sound as a poetic form, coupled with the importance of its graphical
representation...
Till now, he has already managed to gather together an impressive collection
of dark, reflective, mesmeric soundscapes, collaborations and other
contributions on various interesting labels such as DRONE, TIBPROD,
ANTIFROST and most of all on his own imprint SERIESNEGRAS... Latest
developments show him teaming up with partner PARALUX to experience
the further blend of sounds and visuals...
For his MS excursion, Tzesne
permeated himself with the surroundings of an old marine bottom located
in the region of Salas de los Infantes (Burgos), next to the Basque
country... A panorama of eroded cliffs standing there in a belt in a
rather wild nature, a sort of paleontological museum in the open air,
gave the impulse to the project...
On "Cliffs under
the mist", you can feel the fallen night veil on the stone
crests
reshaped by the wind...
An hidden land lying behind the dew,
a long opaque flow...
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rain has laminated the fields
and tones of earth come to the surface
through past fissures...
A language of veins,
& exhaled fossilized memories
petrified by time...
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"Cliffs under the mist" is another invitation
to see through
and caress that interior sea which is our true spine...
TRACKS
01. The path
02. Sunburnt skin
03. By the dry seas...by the falling leaves
LENGTH
50'04
REVIEWS
VITAL WEEKLY 595|Frans
De Waard
From the Basque territory hails Tzesne,
who has been a regular feature in Vital Weekly for he has had releases
on Drone Records, Tibprod, Antifrost and his own Series Negras label.
It was perhaps only a matter of time before his name would pop in the
Mystery Sea catalogue, as Tzesne plays unearthly and
under-worldly drone music. If I understood correctly he uses field recordings
here from an old marine bottom located in the region of Salas De Los
Infantes' in Burgos, which he then in the studio processed to this three
piece suite. It's I think for Tzesne quite a relaxing
and calm work and doesn't quite has the the louder undercurrents that
some of his previous work had. Maybe he was trying to make a work that
fitted the label, but in any case these three flowing (pun intended)
pieces are drone like in the highest degree, spacious and moving, soft
and not outspoken. Music that goes well with nocturnal walks along cliffs,
although it might also be too spooky. Nothing new under the ambient
sun of Mystery Sea (or should that be moon?), but one of the better
works in their catalogue.
vital weekly
MUSIQUE
MACHINE | Roger Batty
Rated
: 3 stars out of 5
Cliffs under the mist offers
up three near -on twenty minute tracks of slow unfolding and textural
ambient sound worlds - mixing together drone textures, field recordings
with haunting and eerier harmonic traces.
The mist in the tile is very fitting as one often feels among these
tracks like your slowly drifting through banks and clouds of mist on
dew damped mourning or on creepy night exploration of mist enshrouded
moor or deserted harbor side. Drone textures build, unfold drift
and throb as you seemly become one with their hypnotic and organic
unfold. Elements and sounds drift nearly into focus before once
more disappearing off into the drone folds before you can full identify
their origin properly. The air is often marked by a tangible feeling
of unease as is something or someone is watching you just out of your
vision as the languidly tread your way though the mist - your
feet barely touching the ground.
Another enjoyable and involving slice of slow moving ambient and field
recording dwell and unfold by the Mystery Sea Label which as always
is ltd to 100 copies.
musique machine
TOKAFI
|Tobias
Fischer
A haunting ghostzone: The past replacing
the present with a wordless gesture.
Taken to its extreme, the texture of a sound can be so discreet that
it turns tangible again, like a ghost slipping in and out of a physical
body for a fragment of a second. That is the kind of fragility
Txesus Garate is aspiring to. His music is all whisper, nuance
and resonance, yet its subtlety is so intense that it can be overwhelming
at times. His search for truth somehow always leads him to structures
below the surface and to the threshold of concreteness. “huffduff”,
a short breath on Drone Records, saw him weave the brittle threads of
submarine communication into humming quilts of echo. On “Cliffs
under the mist”, the water has withdrawn and left a land
of fossils – the past replacing the present with a wordless gesture. And
that, in all its shining vagueness, is probably the most exact description
one can give with regards to an album which eschews sharp outlines and
strict contours. As often with releases on Mystery Sea, there is more
information to be had on the “how” of the composition process
than on the “when”. This makes perfect sense, as “Cliffs
under the mist” actually draws a lot of inspiration from
the notion of dissolving time into a moist mist and of slowing all movement
down to absolute zero. For the preparatory sessions to the album,
Tzesne visited Quarry Cavila, an old naval bottom close
to the Basque country, covering up his microphones to protect them from
the burning heat. For hours in a row, his equipment was then left alone
to note down every detail of the sea arriving and retreating, leaving
nothing but scourged earth and the last remains of prehistoric animals. Garate
spends days in this place, allowing the elements to release
their secrets in their own time. The mist alluded to in the title is
a fog occasionally dragged in by the wind, obscuring all sight. In those
moments, all perceptive action is reduced to a single sensation: A feeling
of depth, of falling into stillness, of succumbing to a sort of horizontal
vortex that draws one in and spews one out again as the whiteness disperses.
Consequently, the album needs to be listened to with adapted organs.
If “huffduff” wanted you to become a wave, then “Cliffs
under the mist” asks to be heard with your inner sonar.
“The Path” is nineteen minutes of expansive bass bulges,
growing in volume and sonority, then dying down again. Flimsy streaks
of high-pitch tones are sprinkled on top in patterns of opaquely indicated
melody. Towards the middle of the piece, the atmosphere evaporates and
leads into a majestic cave, all hight and width and greenly shimmering
darkness, which closes things out in a metallic glow, like sharp-edged
cymbals being caressed to sleep by a cool breeze. “Sunburnt Skin”
starts off even more demurely, but its loose lines gradually develop
into two slightly offset, drilling frequencies battling for supremacy
and creating an almost homophonous soundscape in the process. In
the final installment of the record, “By the dry seas... by the
falling leaves”, Txesus Garate manages to keep
the listener’s attention for the first minutes of his haunting
ghostzone and then, in a miniature big bang, peals a hypnotic closing
sequence off a musical vacuum. It doesn’t happen all that
often, but in this case, I was truly astounded about how he pulled that
off. My suspicion is that Garate, despite all of the
mystery surrounding his creations, has a precise map of the aural places
he builds. And if you know where to go, it is never far from the intangible
to the tangible.
tokafi
TOUCHING
EXTREMES |Massimo
Ricci
This is the first time that I listen to a solo
album by Basque Txesus Garate (aka Tzesne),
who uses "combinations of sound textures and field recordings"
to produce his body of work under this nom d'art. To get influenced
in the best possible way, Tzesne surrounded himself
with the natural beauties in the region of Salas De Los Infantes (Burgos),
for sure a place where solitude is exalted and whose description brought
to my mind heartbreakingly resounding memories. That's another story,
though. It must be immediately told that the record - in its fairly
linear concept - is very beautiful, at times really sumptuous in its
perennial offering of distant murmurs, amplified shadows, gurgling currents,
subterranean crawls. The music, which could be vaguely described as
a hybrid of Michael Northam's environment-based installations and Lull's
static rumbles, unfolds with gradual changes of frequencies and gradations,
mostly from dusky drones and dampened loops. Someone would call this
"isolationism", but we're not quite there despite the compositional
circumstances; as a matter of fact, Garate furnishes
the listeners with several access areas, maintaining the control on
the consecutiveness of the events yet allowing the extraneous presences
(that means us) to keep watching the developments. Trying to locate
the derivations of the sonic content is futile and useless: this is
something from which we have to be swallowed completely, and that can
only be achieved by leaving this mass of sound free of expanding itself
in the room (no headphones!). One of the most fascinating recent releases
by the Belgian imprint, which gave me back an inch of trust in the genre.
touching
extremes
AQUARIUS
new arrivals #285
Latest in the ever expanding sonic microverse
that is the Mystery Sea label's super limited, gorgeously curated and
meticulously assembled series of night-ocean dronemusic cd-r's. Each
limited to 100 copies, and presented in beautiful full color packaging,
and every one, a breathtaking disc of dark and meditative minimalism.
Fans and obsessive collectors of releases from folks like Jonathan Coleclough,
Andrew Chalk, Mirror, Ora, Organum, anything on the Drone Records label
and other like minded dronelords, should absolutely consider every Mystery
Sea release required listening.
From the Basque region of Spain comes the one man soundscaper known
as Tzesne, with previous releases on Drone, Antifrost
and a handful of other small labels, this is his first for Mystery Sea,
and it's a perfect match. A deft blend of deep billowing blackness,
and subtly processed field recordings. Of whispery ambience, and soft
focus atmosphere. Three long tracks, that sprawl and drift, dense and
ominous, pulsing clouds of muted black buzz, a sonic black cloth draped
over a slowly undulating sea of dreamlike murk, and mysterious indistinct
sonic activities. It's like laying on the ocean floor, observing life
and movement above, all filtered through the dim prism of the constantly
shifting waters, everything rendered in smeared streaks, and softly
wavering shapes. All three tracks are ultra minimal, near static stretches
of deep layered drone. The most musical moment being the second half
of the second track, where the various layers coalesce into one thick
ribbon of sound, a very Niblockian drone, huge layers all tangled and
interwoven, rife with microscopic overtones that transform static shimmer
into an intensely (yet still subtly) active sonic swirl. Then it's straight
back into the gauzy blurred abyss, underwater, underground, a sleepy
staticky world of whir and hum wrapped around the ghostly traces of
barely perceptible melodies. So gorgeous. Another disc of perfect late
night drift.
Beautiful packaging as always, and again, LIMITED TO 100 COPIES.
aquarius
SIGNAL
TO NOISE # 50|Darren
Bergstein
Cliffs Under the Mist by
Tzesne redresses the balance admirably, three quite
evocative works of sound painting that is nearest in bodily texture
to Onodera’s compositions. Languidly paced, illustrative
of gently weeping telegraph wires (“The Path”), particles
evaporating on pockmarked surfaces (“Sunburnt Skin”) or
the reverberations of rootsystems working up through the earth’s
crust (“By the Dry Seas…”), Tzesne’s
looping field recordings display real flair, meticulously rendered,
layered and treated with an exacting, scientific attention to aural
hue. Strange and, yes, quite mysterious to boot.
signal
to noise
SONOMU|Stephen
Fruitman
Tzesne is a sound artist from
the Basque region of Spain fascinated by its countryside. "The
Path" leads us into this world of his, a slowly-evolving one which
would appear heralded by this track with the absurdly stretched-out
pealing of a giant bell - clapper meeting metal, the long gong, excruciatingly
pleasurable reverberation and ultimate disintegration of the sound just
short of the twenty-minute mark. Beautifully rendered - even though
it probably has nothing to do with bells and my fantasticized reading
of what I´ve heard.
The next drone discreetly whirls itself into an off-kilter rotation,
quite disorienting on close listening. The hum growing louder as it
gives the impression of spiralling downward induces that sickly, vertiginous
feeling you have when dreaming of falling - wake up before hitting rock
bottom! Fortunately, Tzesne fades out before coming
near to the ground.
Finally, "By the dry sea...by the falling leaves" is decidedly
more airborne; as this particular drone blows past our ears the faintest
melody of two or three notes can be discerned in the mix - or maybe
it is just implied, or extrapolated, or (again) imagined. Either way,
Tzesne has created sonic magic. Here at last I at least
"feel" the presence of the cliffs mentioned in the title,
sheer faces dropping drastically into the sea, whipped into foam by
the jagged rocks below. "By the dry sea..." skirts and plays
with this sheer cliffside, getting caught on its outcrops and bending
into its indentations. Terrifying, churning seas below but nothing but
endless blues skies above.
Sonomu
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