Title: The Things That Disappear When I Close My Eyes
Label: Tympanik Audio
Genre: IDM / Ambient / Rhythmic Noise
01 The past forgotten
02 Disconnected inside
03 Anterograde amnesia
04 Permanent note
05 Start from the beginning
06 Lost and falling
07 The future imagined
08 The things that dissapear when I close my eyes
10 Patient HM
12 Where I belong
13 Re-connected inside
01 Pull the plug (Mix by Totakeke)
02 Ignorance (Mix by Totakeke)
03 Anterograde amnesia (Remix by Pneumatic detach)
04 Permanent note (Perspiration mix by Zentriert ins antlitz)
06 Lost and falling (Descend mix by Autoclav 1.1)
07 Can’t feel time
08 The things that disappear when I close my eyes (Shattered mix by Lucidstatic)
09 Contusions (Mix by Access to Arasaka)
10 Patient HM (Mix by Flint Glass)
11 Memoria (Mix by Disharmony)
12 Buried is... (Where I belong to mix By Totakeke)
13 Elekatota three: The other side of things that disappear
Bill Leeb once said that the future of EBM will be guided by the decay of rhythm and the subsequent complexification from atmospheres. This resulted true in a way. The logarithmic advancement secured by electronic technologies, presented through sophisticated synthesizers and analog equipment were gradually capable to manage ultra complex logarithms and marked the rule of what contemporary electronic music is now. As heirs from EBM the new generations went for more sophisticated variations to create music, new ideas and concepts were hand in hand with technological progress. In this sense, EBM is the precursor of IDM. Rhythm has not died though as Leeb once predicted, only the principles of archetypal beat did. Atmosphere is more important these days and this is something that early purveyors from EMB clearly envisioned too. The creation in the mid 90s of sideprojects like Delerium by Front line assembly or Download by members from Skinny puppy attests this belief. Atmosphere took a more prominent figure in the way to compose and present the dynamics from a work. It is not mere casualty that Tympanik Audio is located in Chicago, considering that a famous label such as Wax Trax! were founders of the more original EBM experimental outfits that US (and the world to some level) has ever seen. This is a pattern, the indication of a new generation expanding frontiers and investigating further in the future.
Totakeke latest album is an example of the unbounded amplification of the genre once known as EBM, now cleverly dedicated to the creation of cinematic passages and complex rhythmic dynamics. This elegant double CD follows the acclaimed previous album released also on Tympanik called: “Forgotten on the other side of the tracks” this new album is deepening their previous investigations on textures and ambience, promulgating them to the next possible level. “The past forgotten” is a clever display of fundamental textures, aural cinematics compromised in complex IDM formation. Accents of electro sound reminiscent from old school EBM will take in after this introductory track and the listener will be submerged in an world of sophisticated beats and immaculate analog sequences sandwiched under a tapestry of multiple synth lines, the ultimate integration of a subtle retro sound with the ultra modern dynamics of today. “Anterograde amnesia” continues this highly moving transition but starts adhering noise textures and beats contaminated in rhythmic noise blasts and analog filigree. At this point the process of hybridization has rapidly reached its peak, the music is now highly atmospheric mainly promoted by analog layers, sequencers and bleeps and beeps with a mid paced tempo, an aspect that demarks an alternate state between movement and contemplation.
Following tracks “Permanent note”, “Start from the beginning”, “Lost and falling” and “The future imagined” expand the ambience managed as conceptual imperative during the first tracks. Here diverse forms of analog layers commit radiant atmospheres juxtaposed with somber ones, contrasting sequences and textures. Although the ambience is generally synthesized, subtle shades of organic sound appear, giving the work a special mysterious tonality. “The things that disappear when I close my eyes” introduce a melodic analog sequence seconded by some beat over synth applications, eerie atmospheric layers and some samplers but this time the transition is amplified by the maintenance of the slow paced beat sequences, making of this piece a rather transcendental track with melodic excerpts and soothing cadence. “Contusions” is another smart track full of unexpected variations. This track currently introduces variations of rhythmic noise that continuously morphs over strange synth pad alloys and selections of minimal details that add an invariable touch of incognito. “Memoria” is probably the best track, commencing with a subtle set of eastern chanting and slowly introducing a pounding beat. Additional rhythmic noise breaks and chops, drilling glitch effects and a general cadence that resounds as a martial march. Extremely agile track, very varied and detailed, heavily distinguished on rhythmic structures levelled on ultra sophisticated arrangements. “Where I belong” instead returns to melodic synth sequences with a marked retro sound with highly emotive melodies. This first disk is clearly filled with synergy, contemplated in the interaction between smooth analog play accommodated in modern dynamics and ultra varied and complex rhythmic logic. In context it remains mainly contemplative and calmed, slow to mid paced and permeated by strange mechanized warm.
Second disk presents some remixes taken from the first disk (and some others taken from previous releases) performed by a great variety of famous electronica masters from the Tympanik roost. As contrast this disk presents a great emphasis on the rhythmic section, much more danceable and compromised with the progressiveness from movement. Rhythmic noise ideals consolidate a quest for unlimited variation, multiple textural covering and dedication to highly catchy analog sequences. Three tracks constitute the killers with an interrogation opened for the dance floor: “Anterograde Amnesia remix by Pneumatic detach” is conformed by a set of magnetic beat pulsations that awkwardly enters and slowly accommodates in a pressuring set of rhythmic power while maintaining a spacey atmosphere of dry coldness. This track results incredible catchy by its unimaginable sequences and rhythmic cuts. Followed by “Permanent note remixed by Zentriert ins antlitz” which delivers an astute demonstration of cold embracing analog sequences with a permanency on short melodies, highly cinematic yet utterly moving track. A reminiscence from EBM is noticed but invariably anchored in a lot more complex structural adaptations, levelling to a futuristic kind of sound that is well balanced in rhythm and atmosphere. Finally there is the remix of the title track of the album executed by Lucidstatic. They added an attractive set of beats additions, overcharged electro passages and rhythmic changes. The track is charged with a beat punch with a cadence that is virtually impossible not to dance to. Very robotic and harsh track this is, yet leaving space for melody distinction and special atmospheres.
Latest Totakeke release takes a more complex advancement this time, still giving great importance to atmospheric backgrounds but this time adding a special retro touch to the melodic sequences, flashbacking into the past with style with a clever technological maintenance in the future. Rhythms constitute the ultimate command, deepening the possibilities to twist the rhythm till the point it almost becomes an essential conductor of the cinematic and the progressive imprint that demarks the work. The work is dedicated and balanced, speculating with the dancefloor while maintaining a highly intelligent formation that adheres to the soundtrack formality. In this sense the work will never be massive, nor was it destined to be so in the first instance, so both parts will be rightly served. Congrats to Totakeke they truly know where to take influences and how to reap the best crops from them, this album is the evidence from such ability.