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Il
primo lavoro di Eric Desieux in arte Tzii
,artista
francese di base a Brussels per Trasponsonic è in assoluto anche la prima
uscita fuori dai confini per l'etichetta-collettivo mutagena. Un nuovo
tassello che va ad aggiungersi al catalogo, un disco oscuro e sofferto ma
emozionante e pieno di passione per l'Italia e la nostra cultura.
Since over ten years Tzii,
music composer and videast, spreads his magickal corrosive frequencies all
over the world through touring from eastern and western europe to Australia,
passing by USA, Canada, Japan and Africa, where he played hundreds of shows..…
Spreading cinematic dark ambient and raw power electronic anger, His aim is
to enclose you into a abusive spiral leading you to an impossible redemption.
He created his own label NIGHT ON EARTH in 2001, releasing vinyls.
He’s part of the projects SOLAR
SKELETONS, LIFESTEAK, CINEMASSAKER , TRANSIT, HATHOR KYRIARHIA , PAROXYSM OF
ANXIETY.
As a videast he makes live
videos for bands like Parade Ground or Solar Skeletons, directed videoclips
for Mourmansk150, HIV+, Solar Skeletons, Fujako and some short movies for
v-atak and others……
He collaborated on stage or in
studio with these musicians: Ripit, Gamaboy, Steve MacKay (The Stooges),
Mike Watt (Minutemen, The Stooges), Marshall Allen (Sun-Ra Arkestra),
Sikhara, Rko, Hop-Frog, Jason Lafarge, Temple Of Bonmatin, Sam Lohman,
Alveols, Nevroz, D’incise, Klstr, Najah, Koonda Holaa, Stalker, Otto von
Schirasch, DJ Urine, Error, Felakkkzion, Cochlea, Pilami, Synoxys, 1997EV,
Company Fuck, Duflan Duflan, Rinus Van Alebeek…..and....................
.......now he's out
for the very first time with TRASPONSONIC!!!!!
www.myspace.com/tzii
www.vidioatak.org
L'etichetta culto sarda, Trasponsonic, accoglie
per la prima volta nel suo catalogo, un'artista non originario dell'isola.
Ma di nulla si sposta, l'ostinata linea espressiva, dell'intransigente label.
Tzii (Eric Desieux), è francese d'origine, e risiede a
Bruxelles.
L'incontro fra le due realtà, avviene durante un concerto, organizzato
dall'etichetta di Macomer.
L'affinità è immediata.
Tzii, non è un novellino, questa, è la sua decima uscita solista.
Si è fatto le ossa, navigando fra progetti collettivi (Solar Skeletons,
Transit), e collaborazioni sparse (Steve MacKay (The
Stooges), Mike Watt (Minutemen), passando per Sikhara,
Koonda Holaa, Otto Von Schirasch, ed altri ancora).
“Vuole Morire”, è in sintesi, una potente eruzione dark/ambient.
Fra istantanee quasi folk (Persona Che Si Sono), maestose ambienze (Mein
Leibster Feind, Mi Colpisce) e fragorosi assalti (le traforanti
Entfernung Der Gefhule, e, La Morte è Un Avido Amante, non
distanti, dalla claustrofobia Swans degli esordi).
Restano al palo quei momenti dove il magma sonoro tracima, generando bolle,
ancorate ad una visione risaputa.
Ed è un peccato, poiché, fra un profilo Lustmord, ed uno Jliat,
si scorgono influenze e movenze, quasi da composizione massimalista, non
distanti (idealmente), dal lavoro di Niblock.
Flagellazioni dronanti e rugginose meccaniche inceppate.
Desolazione ed espiazione.
Per una visione lisergica complessiva, fatta di detriti e rabbioso silenzio
(a riguardo, i progetti locali Trasponsonic, a dirla tutta, possiedono una
folle marcia in più).
Le sette tracce, incuriosiscono, anche per via dell'inserimento, di campioni
di voci in italiano, che stupiscono non poco (a voi la scoperta).
Panorami angoscianti, marchiati a fuoco da un'urgenza espressiva
considerevole.
Lande e luoghi immaginari, che, a dispetto del titolo depressivo dell'opera,
paion disposti ad accoglier maggior luce, rispetto a quella che filtra in
questo lavoro.
Siam nell'ambito, di un buon livello, con premesse per un'ulteriore salto
qualitativo.
Perfettamente inserito, nel raggio d'azione artistico, passato al setaccio
da Trasponsonic.
L'avvicinamento al catalogo dell'etichetta, è quasi una necessità.
Vi state avvisati, scuse non se ne accettano (cominciate con Maqom o
“Saint Lux”, ne riparliamo poi...).
Marco Carcasi on
www.Kathodik.it April 2011
I am one lucky son of a bitch. There is NOTHING like
getting grade-A material in your mailbox from some exotic land you've never
been to visit but always dream of. In this case, Italy. But I do have to
apologize for the lapse in regularity here, I've been staring at this disc
for a couple of months now feeling like I take my mailings for granted. I'm
also lucky I don't deal with jerks! Mirko Santorou, leader of the
Trasponsonic label, was generous enough to agree with Eric of Tzii and send
me this physical copy of what I feel to be the most stark work I've heard
form this guy yet. I would like to thank both of you guys for your patience!
I'm not gonna lie, this disc was a very difficult one to wrap my head around.
That's only part of the reason it took me so long to get myself straight and
work up the balls to review it. I love the fact, though, that this is a
challenging album. This is not because the songs are complex or overdone,
but just the opposite. "Vuole Morire" is about as death-obsessed as the
ancient Egyptians, and one of the weird things about it is that it sort of
has a very twisted sarcasm toward the subject. As I was translating the song
titles, I could see that there is a courageous confrontation of the subject
of death, but it never fails to address just how much of a serious subject
it is.
There are tracks I loved and tracks that after all these months I still cant
listen to because they are too uneasy. The strange thing is, both these sets
of songs just wouldn't seem to work without each other. This really seems to
be a contemplation of mortality. Something of an acceptance as well.
The album title literally translates to "Wants to die". Not surprisingly,
there is a picture of a cross-bearing Jesus being followed by a Roman
militant as the cover. "My Dearest Enemy" is an interpretation of the first
track title, and this track is my favorite. It's a great contradiction,
especially when you think about how Jesus is supposed to be My Buddy Christ,
but how his religion has fucked the world the hardest in its proverbial ass.
The track is very warm, almost sensuous with its whisper-samples. This is a
wonderful opener, especially when it leads the way to the next track, which
is one of two featuring very atmospheric accordion work contributed by
Nouchka Durma. This track is also amazing and lush, and I think it might be
a reflection on envy. There is a nice set of layering here, a short bout of
high-pitched noise before the halfway mark that unfortunately doesn't stick
around, but just welcomes a more substantial helping of a sampled Italian
male voice.
Track three is one that is still hard for me to listen to, but lovers of
Giallo themes and samples will dig it a lot. The track is a sort of eerie,
metallic piece that is one of the dirtier of the set. Like a final death
scene in a factory, this track opens and closes with what is clearly a woman
in big trouble and desperation as she cries "I want to die!" in Italian, not
yells, cries... The track that follows is similar in sound like the rest of
the album, but this seems to be a rather disturbing celebration of life as
art, or perhaps art as life.
The next track to be titled in German, translating to "the removal of
feelings" is the most forceful on on the album. There are some HIGH pitches
in number five, and hardly any ambient elements, just some straight noise
loops and an almost crackling sound, like something of an electrical
disturbance. The album then finishes off with one last cold industrial push,
"La Morte E Un Avido Amante", and one more selection that scares me, mostly
on account of more brilliant work by N. Durma. I don't know what the hell
Eric sampled for this track, but it is some morbid shit, sounding like an
incantation done by a witch, and to complete it, some much needed synth
noises, a real stack of them, sequenced perfectly. And guess what? This one
is aptly called "It strikes me". It sure did.
I didn't expect this album to be as cold as it is. But DAMN. Cold is good.
Cold is GREAT when Eric touches it. Three-hundred copies folks... go git it!
Raul Chavez on
www.theformlesskingdom.blogspot.com
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