released September 10, 2016
Did I ever of Larb before? I don't think I have, but in all honesty the musical world of Zan Hoffman seems to be moving very much mostly outside what I perceive; maybe because there is so much and there is not always a need for a review, so one misses out a bit. As Larb he teams up with Mike Honeycutt, who I best know as Mystery Hearsay, already since the mid-80s and from whom the ever so lovely Monochrome Vision label released a CD. In the mid 80s Zan and Mike went on "road trip to see Einstürzende Neubauten in Atlanta" and since they work together, mostly by mail it seems. Almost all of the work appeared on cassettes or CDRs on Hoffman's ZH27 label and this triple CDR is a re issue of six of these CDRs (Discogs lists seven), all with thirty-minute pieces and released between 1998 and 2010. There are no instruments mentioned but one could easily envisage lots of electronics, field recordings, plundered multi-media sources, violin, guitar and such like and all of this merges together in what could be best described as fine cross-over between ambient, industrial, ambient industrial (there is a slight difference to be noted in that), noise and psychedelic music. This is little more of three hours of music, which seems rather long, I know, but on the other hand, it works pretty well, taking this all in at once. For the old-cassette head I once was, this reminded me of the mid-80s on similar rainy days in my boys room at my parents house listening on end to this kind of noise manifestoes, browsing fanzines, cutting up magazines (including war magazines and pornography; t'is was industrial music after all), collating mail art and cassette covers alike; all of which no longer belongs to my daily routine, so in this case I just sat back, drank coffee and enjoyed this endless changing stream of processed electronic sounds. I could say something about the stream of unconscious sounds that pass me by this afternoon or that a bit of editing and composing would have been in order, but I decided not to care about such things too much, and just sit back and enjoy this long ride.
YEAH I KNOW IT SUCKS
*Mike “Mystery Hearsay” Honeycutt and Zan “Zanstones” Hoffman met in the mid 1980s on a road trip to see Einstürzende Neubauten in Atlanta. Recordings together started then and they have been at it ever since.Z*
…That ladies and gentlemen was a bit of a short story, in fact it leaves a hell lot of character building and adventuress out of the writing. Yet you got to respect the compactness of it all, written in a no nonsense way of telling what had happened; two people met up on a road trip, started to make and record music together and then they started to do this happily ever after. Nobody had lost a shoe or turned into a pumpkin, yet I feel that this story actually begins where other stories would have ended.
Nobody knows what happens when these princesses and princess come together to live their happy immortal lives forever together. But with this story of creative friendship between Mystery Hearsay and Zanstones it is a entire different story. Their audio output under their moniker name ‘Larb’ tells us their stories. They aren’t small ones that you read out in a couple of seconds, no they make audio stories that take a fair amount of time to finish. In fact it will never finish as long as these two will be alive and continue to make more of them.
It’s hard to tell what their recorded stories are about, but with a bit of imagination it’s easy to get visions gathered from your own imagination triggered by these sounds from Larb. It’s a personal thing, clearly much more interesting than any easy front/middle/end story that so many books and stories seem to consist out of.
There is no real point for me to tell you the stories that I had experienced when listening to these stories by Larb, but if you insist I could mention a funny one:
A modified bee with Tesla electronic powers trying to single handedly destroying some kind of industrial bio hazard industry by buzzing and blowing things up with throwing electromagnetic fields all over the targeted places. Pigs escape from their pig pens, disgraceful farmers that had been doing things in a dodgy way are now being fried or themselves forced to go and get the pig’s life. The mind controlling bee waves simply made them compliant victims, getting themselves stuck in tiny cages, forcibly fed food with hormones, their nipples sucked dry and when ready they end up at the slaughter house. All just directed by the mastermind of a tiny bee with mind controlling Tesla electronic mental powers…
I know… I know… you might think that this story doesn’t make sense, but I could still hear these farmers squeak in fear. And that’s just only one story of the many that Larb had collected here for all who enjoys a wordless audio book. It’s all up to you and your own imagination; Larb provides the sound and your brain manufactures a story with visions based on the input that flows through the ears. It depends if you are having pure thoughts, are a possible frustrated psychopath or (like me) hoping for a life saving super bee out to destroy injustice for animals… Larb might made it, but what you think of it is all in your own hands!
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von außen nur rein fast unscheinbares haus. eines, das nicht weiter auffällt, fast übersehen wird. wenn da nicht die größe wäre. die irgendetwas vermuten lässt. ohne weitere hinweise auf die natur dieses „irgendwas“ zu geben.
wenn man dann das haus betritt, durch einen ebenfalls unscheinbaren, fast nebensächlichen eingang, könnte der kontrast nicht größer sein: so groß das ganze von außen ist, so klein und erdrückend voll ist gleich der erste raum, der ohne jedes foyer direkt hinter der tür liegt. klein, schmal und über und über mit schubladen überzogen. kleinste schubladen, angeordnet im raster, 100erte; wenn nicht mehr. allein in diesem kleinen, ersten raum. jede von ihnen wohlbeschriftet mit etwas das, so gelesen, kryptisch bleibt. bis die neugierde siegt und, da ohnehin niemand sonst zu sehen ist der etwas dagegen haben könnte, die hand unversehens eine der schubladen öffnet. und ein seltsamer klang zu hören ist. immer wieder; wiederholt. und die nächste schublade genauso; aber ein anderer klang, eine andere frequenz, eine andere klangquelle. und im nächsten raum: genauso, immer neu, immer anders. ein archiv von klang bis mikroklang, unüberschaubar.
aber es gibt einen katalog, ob der vielfalt sicher auch nur auszug. aber repräsentativ. auf 3cdr.