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COLUMN ONE "W​.​TRANSMISSION 5" [CD]

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Label: Zoharum

このシリーズは全て激推し!!2人の中心メンバーRene LampとRobert Schalinskiが1991年にベルリンで始動、アーティストとミュージシャンのアプローチが絶えず流動的に変化する集団Column One。このユニットが90年初頭より出版した[W. Transmission]シリーズをポーランドのZoharumが拡張仕様でCD復刻!!本作は恐らく単独では出版されていないと思われる2001年と2010年の録音[W. Transmission 5]の単独リイシュー版。創作と現象の間を行く抽象且つ深淵な表現が凄まじく、時代性を全く感じさせないセンスや音配置が激ヤバ。お見逃しなく。





WORLD TRANSMISSION - A SERIES OF TEMPORARY INTERMISSIONS, REDUCED AND PERFORMED BY COLUMN ONE IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER to document SOME OF ITS PHASES. THIS WORK DOES NOT TAKE THE FORM OR FUNCTION OF A RECORDING. IT EXISTS, ABOVE ALL, AS A MOVEMENT, A ROCK THAT WAS IMMACULATE WHILE ITS ESSENTIAL CREATORS WERE AT WORK.

W.T.5 was recorded the night of August 23rd-24th, 2001 and August 9th, 2010.

Continuum is the final chapter in the WORLD TRANSMISSION series. The concept of these five albums, their visual and conceptual direction, was exclusively based on the artificial body that is “COLUMN ONE”. It was the perified root of this body that was buried in a pile of plastic, only to grow wondours blooklooms from time to time . In a time when museums still had doors and wordswere barked into megaphones on the quiet. The showcasehad been open long, the root penetrates other layer of Earth and vestows peace upon collectrors of spores and seeds.
Continuum,. Upwards. Across narrow paths and overgrown rocks the calling and creaking loses itself in the treetops. It seems as if one climbs dowb into the coves of forest. The wooden cathedral. Each sound lies naked in the silence of the interior, whle the outside rushes from far above . Protected vt these walls, servants, masters, and rules move avout their empires, sleepwalkinng, floating, Gnawing and devouring, themselves, dragging and circling, tearing and creaking, stomping and buzzing all in one tone. Weighing tons, their craft lies one forest floor, permates and moves it, rises with the fluttering stroke of a wing, and sinks back into the ocean now and then large animals drft through these sacred halls. Kings are they. Lost in reverie they rumble through the trone room. Barley audible, a billion legs tick, like clocks. Crack tiny splinters beneath their feet...
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