Cristina Pullano – voice/lyrics, guitar, laptop, field recording
Here is part 2 of the focus on Akane Hosaka.
There is a certain charm with the music and the review sums it up, it does bring a ray of sunshine through the clouds.
Review courtesy of Yeah I Know it Sucks.
Artist: Akane Hosaka
keywords: rhythm, melodies, lo-fi, retro, loops, fun, happy, experimental, electronic
Do you remember the fun music by Akane Hosaka? Her album ‘Loop Music‘ on Wrieuw Recordings (released on a floppy diskette) is still one of my personal highlights in the collection. But to be fair, Akane Hosaka doesn’t sit still and continues her musical journey in an ever expanding way!
Akane Hosaka creates the happiest loopiest electronic loop experimentations and it’s not only obvious fun for her to make them, but also great fun for us listeners to follow these electronic adventures as they come to life and evolve. The great thing of her music expeditions is that a part of the process is that her wonderful nostalgic happiness are once done all finding a way on her official sound cloud account; making it possible to really follow the happenings as if it’s stories within…
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She spread sorrow is chastity
She spread sorrow is discipline
She spread sorrow is denial
She spread sorrow is a ritual deathscape / obscure noise project run by Alice Kundalini of Deviated Sister Tv
This is dark and mesmeric and thanks to A Closer Listen is Todays Discovery.
The violence enacted by noise and industrial music has been, from their very inception, directed towards the body in one way or another. Shattering its insides, penetrating its skin, transgressing all of its boundaries, they are musics that draw the domination of nature to its harshest consequence — an organic pain inflicted in the key of progress. It is not, however, a sort of absolute pain (as romantic longing for nature), but one that concedes the complexity of the body-mind relationship when it states the obvious: some of us like this stuff. This kind of pleasurable harm presents a very modern revelation with which tradition prefers to be iron-fisted, in the sense that when taboos are broken there is often a disciplinary ritual process of social healing, of reintegration, but what happens when that ritual enacts even more violence upon the body it is attempting to restore? Such is…
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Continuing with the theme of poetry in sound this weeks Soundcloud playlist includes tracks that use text, voice and electronics –
This month the Sunday Mix is based loosely on the idea of memories and the feeling that can occur of otherworldliness and a kind of a journey that you take, when a memory strikes.
The music reflects that feeling…
I remember
The crackle of the palm trees
Over the mooned white roofs of the town…
The shining town…
And the tender fumbling of the surf
On the sulphur-yellow beaches
As we sat…a little apart…in the close-pressing night.
The moon hung above us like a golden mango,
And the moist air clung to our faces,
Warm and fragrant as the open mouth of a child
And we watched the out-flung sea
Rolling to the purple edge of the world,
Yet ever back upon itself…
As we…
Inadequate night…
And mooned white memory
Of a tropic sea…
How softly it comes up
Like an ungathered lily.
A Memory – Lola Ridge (1873 – 1941)
And I gave myself to the poem.
And the poem gave to me.
And I gave myself to the sky.
And the sky gave to me.
And I gave myself to the wind.
And the wind took what I gave
and passed it to the sky.
And I gave myself to women.
And women gave to me.
And I gave myself to the wound.
And the wound gave to me.
And I gave myself to hope.
And hope took what I gave
and passed it to the wound.
And I gave myself to wine.
And wine gave to me.
And I gave myself to candlelight.
And candlelight gave to me.
And I gave myself to memory.
And memory took what I gave
and passed it to candlelight.
And I gave myself to music.
And music gave to me.
And I gave myself to the tree.
And the tree gave to me.
And I gave myself to change.
And change took what I gave
and passed it to the tree.
And I gave myself to silence.
And silence gave to me.
And I gave myself to light.
And light gave to me.
And I gave myself to night.
And night took what I gave
and passed it to the stars.
In Vino Veritas – Howard Altmann (2013)
But with the sentence: “Use your failures for paper.” Meaning, I understood, the backs of failed poems, but also my life. Whose far side I begin now to enter— A book imprinted without seeming season, each blank day bearing on its reverse, in random order, the mad-set type of another. December 12, 1960. April 4, 1981. 13th of August, 1974— Certain words bleed through to the unwritten pages. To call this memory offers no solace. “Even in sleep, the heavy millstones turning.” I do not know where the words come from, what the millstones, where the turning may lead. I, a woman forty-five, beginning to gray at the temples, putting pages of ruined paper into a basket, pulling them out again.
Waking the Morning Dreamless Long Sleep – Jane Hirshfield (1953)
Poetry courtesy of Academy of American Poets
Something joyful and different today courtesy of Akane Hosaka. Very reminiscent of early electronic experiments, childrens telly and retro games. Her music is on a free download and thanks to Yeah I Know it Sucks, she is my Todays Discovery.
Artist: Akane Hosaka
Title: Loop Music
keywords: electronic, Japan, Wrieuw, ambient, bleeps, bloops, cute, electronic, experimental, folktronica, loop, loop music, Southen On Sea
label: Wrieuw Recordings
Akane Hosaka’s latest release is brought to you by the lovely Wrieuw Recordings and it’s as cute and adorable as the label it’s own cat-like furry reputation.
The EP is made in a way that can be seen described on its front cover; the artist improvises her music, uses a loop pedal and as a modern day musician loads it all up on a cloud of sound like cute little music memories. The collection of tracks here are selected by the producer herself and is an instant brew that of honest and friendly loopy music that quite frankly is quite adorable.
The first track ‘loop 5 – insect of matchstick’ is the sweet opener of this lovely EP, it feels absolutely cozy and homely…
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