Thursday, June 26, 2003

Ulrich Schnauss, Far Away Trains Passing By

This is like the best music I've heard in a long time...
Infusing the emotional intensity of classical compositions from J.S. Bach or Ludwig Van Beethoven with the electronic warmth of Richard James or Global Communication's more ambient work, Ulrich Schnauss has created a bit of a minor masterpiece with this six track album of unprecedented beauty.
One of the things that's so immediate is that Schnauss's creations ebb and flow without a single glitch or DSP effect in sight. The production here harkens back to the pre-glitch days of IDM or experimental electronica; a time when people composed tracks rather than simply tweaked them. Still - it would be folly to say that this is dancefloor friendy. The beats here are pretty thin on the ground, and while they offer just enough quantization and swing to give just the right amount of momentum, they simply pale in comparison to the lush orchestrations and tonality of the melodies. Schnauss it seems, it simply incapable of writing ugly songs.
NB. IDM = Intelligent Dance Music

What else can I say? Buy, it download or whatever. Your life will not be complete until you hear this. The song Nobody's Home is extra good, so good it gave me chills down my spine... I really would like to buy it, this is actually one of the few CD's I would be willing to spend money on, but I don't know where to get a copy. It's released on a relatively obscure label, and I've had a hard time finding it.
In conclusion, Ulrich Schnauss kicks ass.

Friday, June 20, 2003

The Lemon

What a poor excuse of a website.

Thursday, June 19, 2003

Yes, I have finished Angela's Ashes, quite awhile ago actually. It was an excellent book, and I will look for 'Tis... I love how he calls it the "excitement", haha. It took me a few chapters to be drawn in by the book, but I was hooked afterwards.

Speaking of Ireland, Chicane's track Saltwater is such a fitting tune to for the country. Och aye.

Monday, June 02, 2003

fucking blogs, they're shit. it's all shit