CD HMS 002>
reviewed by Massimo Ricci
Lustmord. Zoviet France. Christoph Heemann. None of the above. This
is my head's train of thoughts while trying to (stupidly) associate
this creation to something I know; fact is, Matt Waldron's music emerges
with a personality that's strong and uncomparable. His methods in
"Ozeanische Gefühle" are nearer to acousmatics than
to droning soundscapes: in fact, when Matt lulls you into repetition,
then he adds some dirty string plucking; or, in between powerful dramatic
shots of contemporary sapience, he gives you distant mantras of frogs
and maybe a distorted rotation of a classical orchestra. Then again,
somehow a piping choir emerges from a tense discordance of unspecified
indetermination. For sure you can't expect the obvious from irr. app.
(ext.); his music is made of reversible directions and non-volatile
substance - fragments of human dedication amidst articulated hybrids
of strange distillates.