Tomahawk Territory
P.O.W.E.R. / Dominic Gagnon, Catherine S Massicotte, Éric Normand
As they say in those cheap film reviews… your move. — Downtown Music Gallery, ÉU
Maintenant, plus rien ne subsiste, pas même les ruines et les cendres, rien qu’une meurtrissure sourde et silencieuse. — ImproJazz, France
- Compositeur·trice(s): Dominic Gagnon, Catherine S Massicotte, Éric Normand
- Interprète(s): P.O.W.E.R., Dominic Gagnon, Catherine S Massicotte, Éric Normand, Patrick-Guy Desjardins, Robin Servant
CD (TDB 9003)
- 1Québec (public), 8:03
- 2Territory, 11:29
- 3Bordeaux (public), 8:50
- 4Tomahawk, 11:37
- Étiquette: Tour de bras
- TDB 9003
- 2006
- Durée totale: 39:59
- 125 mm × 128 mm × 2 mm
- 30 g
La presse en parle
Review
Bassist Éric Normand runs this, the Tour de Bras label. P.O.W.E.R. is a trio plus two guests who play televisions, microphones and a few other normal instruments. Although I grew up watching a good deal of TV, especially in the sixties as child, I got tired of it and the way it both manipulated and pacified the masses in the seventies & eighties. I went back to watching a few shows in the nineties like Star Trek & North Exposure, but I eventually got rid of my television completely and just dealt with the computer and an occasion DVD film in recent years. Commercials have always bothered me. The sound of P.O.W.E.R. is a swirling collection of amplified noises, feedback, static and the sounds of the machines themselves. Ugly yet real. It is not that the sampling of televisions is new by any means, both Kramer in early Zorn game pieces made tapes taken from the TV & other sources and John Richey in Machine Gun sampled a television & radio on stage. Two of the four pieces here at live and two are recorded in a studio from what I can tell. The studio pieces sound more interesting to me, less disturbing. They contain quite a bit of microphones amplifying different objects or surfaces. Some of this reminds of Faust but without any their songs. The first piece seemed a bit indulgent, but the other three pieces actually worked as somewhat fascinating sonic weirdness. As they say in those cheap film reviews… your move.
Du côté du Québec
Au Québec, s’activent toujours les trublions d’Ambiances Magnétiques. Au Québec, Damian Nisenson, saxophoniste argentin vient de créer le label Malasartes. Au Québec, voici que nous arrive le label Tour de Bras… De l’impro de chambre au noise, petite visite guidée.
Ils sont cinq qui brisent les sons, concassent les sens. La respiration est malade, la douleur ne vient ni d’une torture, ni d’un supplice mais d’une lumière saturée, découpée à même l’inconscient. L’artère est là, grossissante, brûlante de sa perforation. Tout n’est plus que boue, terre balafrée, seuils que même la mort ne peut atteindre. Obsession sans fin et sans limite (tiens, une guitare!) d’un avenir incliné, réduit à son chaos (tiens, ce n’était pas fini!), filtrant les fracas, caressant sa chute, sa langueur. Maintenant, plus rien ne subsiste, pas même les ruines et les cendres, rien qu’une meurtrissure sourde et silencieuse. Ni fatale, ni funeste. Entaillée à jamais.
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