So I sat down in that big leather-covered armchair and put on a pair of large and efficient earphones. I wanted to give Peeled Eye some ear-time, without surrounding interference. Hear where they are ‘at.’ Out the night window of the 5th floor apartment crashes of lightening fractured their way down onto the tip of the Berlin tower. Perfect background for this music!
Let me begin with three simple things. First this is serious music. It’s not just a gig. Something fine is being played, something unified, something shared. Second, each of the musicians is an expert. Care and proficiency are felt throughout the entire work. Third, this group really cooks together — each of the four an absolute necessary part of the whole.
With that said then there’s the delight in the complexity of what sounds are being made. My ear followed one of the players, heard his path beside the others, then followed another. The musical patterns they’re working with are far from familiar to me. I paid attention. At many points cohesion is not at first obvious, each seems to be blowing to his own wind, but not so. Sitting there and listening they opened my mind to many questions, just as all good art should. Is this in some way a fractured mirror to our society, where an individual cry in the complex night might, or might not, be heard by someone else? Gone the days of total agreement to what’s groovy? Maybe. Maybe not. All sorts of tasty questions.
A lick starts, gives a hint, then peters out. The sax heads into a painful wail, or was it ecstatic? Or a complaint? Or a shout of loneliness? Rhythms build, dissolve away into somewhere else. Electronic sounds come forward to blossom, add spice, sometimes dive in, but never steal the show. A piece ends, leaving a heart-filling drone to bring momentary ear comfort. Then some tinkles off to the side before a thump. It’s a landscape, and a beautiful one.
As another flash from Zeus raced down to touch the Berlin tower. Very fitting.
At the end of the second side of that yellow vinyl disc I lifted the earphones off into the silence of the room. Moments passed before I realized there’s a clear emotional stance of urgency in this music, and it’s one I’m not particularly comfortable with. I’d probably be more soothed with a bit more space between these sound conjunctions, but that’s just me. It gets a bit desperate at times, but don’t we all. Just like life.
So, do get yourself some good earphones, slice off a bit of time and sink into what these guys are doing. They’re pros.
Sammelstelle in der Schmidt-Knobelsdorff-Str.: Zelte sind aufgebaut, heute Abend werden die Flüchtlinge aus Bayern erwartet, wir haben Hygieneartikel gebracht, davon wird mehr gebraucht ebenso wie kleine Wasserkocher und Babyartikel (kein Essen), warme Männerkleidung und ehrenamtliche Helfer. “Spandau hilft” koordiniert. Es ist eine gedrückte Stimmung auch bei MitarbeiterInnen, weil eine große Unsicherheit da ist, wie die Situation sich in den nächsten Tagen entwickelt. SozialarbeiterInnen und Security machen einen großartigen Job. Alle Sprachen sind vertreten, viele Konflikte können schnell gelöst werden. Winter is coming.
I’ve started my label Shameless again. First up is thedebut release of The Peeled Eye — a noisecore/doomjazz quartet with Boris Hauf (baritone saxophone), Steve Heather (drums), Martin Siewert (guitar) and Christian Weber (bass). The work of these longtime musical collaborators dates back to the mid-1990s in bands like efzeg. Avoiding minimalist improv aesthetics, The Peeled Eye is resoundingly aural in this spontaneous, impulsive, and eruptive recording. The Peeled Eye performed at Ulrichsberg Kaleidophon 2015 (check here for videos) and is playing a European tour in Spring 2016.
The limited edition of 300 is pressed on yellow vinyl and available immediately for EUR 20,- (incl. digital download and free shipping worldwide) at the Shameless online store:shamelessrecords.rocks
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Berlin-based reedist and composer Boris Hauf has been a regular visitor to Chicago since 1999, developing strong ties with local musicians on his sometimes extended stays. One especially noteworthy product of these collaborations is his sextet, which performs locally tonight for the first time since the 2011 release of its most recent album, Next Delusion (Clean Feed). Hauf leads five local jazz and experimental musicians, combining their aesthetics for a restrained but not minimalist sound that borrows the solo language of free improvisation and the patience of avant-garde drone. Over four extended pieces, he and fellow reedists Keefe Jackson and Jason Stein play braided long tones and multipitched clusters of percussive pops over a mix of thrumming, scraping textures and ferocious polyrhythms from kit drummers Frank Rosaly, Steven Hess, and Michael Hartman. Few ensembles can match this sextet’s decisive motion among pure sound exploration, carefully harnessed chaos, and meticulously ordered drones.
Please join us for the debut concerts of the new noisecore – doom jazz (yes… really…) quartet of longtime musical collaborators Hauf / Heather / Siewert / Weber. The collaboration of the four dates back to the mid- 90s in bands like efzeg and heaven and. Craving to step up to the reductionist minimalist improv Zeitgeist with a clearly audible spontaneously impulsive and eruptive high-energy alternative they recorded The Peeled Eye which will be part of the first batch of releases of Boris Hauf’s label shamelessin late 2015. At both concerts you’ll be able to pre-order the vinyl release for an ridiculously awesome pre-order price. According to the new quiet, much is the new little. (also, yes…. really…)
The Peeled Eye
Boris Hauf – baritone saxophone, piano
Steve Heather – drums
Martin Siewert – guitar
Christian Weber – electric bass link (w/ audio samples of the upcoming release)
April 29 (Wednesday) doors 8pm, show 9pm ausland, lychener str. 60, 10437 Berlin