Robert Turman
Flux
Spectrum Spools reissue
SP010
1981/2012
Well, ain’t the world fulla surprises?
Having heard this reissue was out just before I cracked the piece on Dilloway’s
new double-twelve, I figured anybody collaborating with him oughta be a sore
for sighted ears. Ain’t no way! Once again, a lack of Internet research permits
shock and amazement—though I do still get the feeling this is this the big ol’
thumb on his handful of releases. Who woulda suspected a kind of muted, Sunday
afternoon gamelan stone-out? Flux straight-up trickles out the stereo
and collects in resonant pools on the kitchen floor, sneaking out the back door
and into the grass—meaning, there is something at once artificial about it, yet
it modulates in an almost defective, loping way. There is evidence of tape
fiddling and plenty of cue marks (which’ll surely drive Scott Foust up an
elm –Ed.) which dunks the whole
affair in the deep end of homemade “ambience,” and all for the better. I never
heard so many shades of gray at once!
I’ll leave the
moment-by-moment Eno and Basinski comparisons to some other schmuck; ain’t no
cut-n-paste half-steppin here. You know what, I’ll spare you the contemporary
analogs, too. Just swear you’ll give this a peek. Deal?
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