squarepusher Squarepusher - Just A Souvenir

can you translate the words that babel fish didnt catch teetime?

One hears fourteen new pieces on the successor to” Hello Everything “(2006); naturally Jenkinson moves completely thereby within its own œuvre: jagged jazz broom on Snare and Hihats, dirty distorted bass guitar play, complex Synthie sounds, Vocoder singing, of the Drum& Bass coined/shaped rhythmic underbody, references at the category of the French Erotik film and Science Fiction Comics à la Captain Future. Squarepusher protects the Contenance: only, the album-opening piece” star time 2 “as well as that working with House elements and Hammond organ motives partly Freejazz, partly hardskirt-inspired TRACK” The Glass Road “exceed with five and/or seven minutes the Popsong length apart from the fact that no piece might be format radio suited really and/or the picture of a Popsongs corresponds. That is valid naturally also for by the Noise bass propelled and the single” delta v “equipped with plentifully BREAK and accelerations, which one can already streamen on WarpSpace. On the contrary: scarcely half of the pieces move between and two minutes would lie. To lift out thereby the” Yes Sequitur “played on the flamenco guitar is purely acoustic. Also in titles like” Aqueduct “,” open Society “or” flux gate “is this motive, here additionally however Ambient sounds and distorted Soundpatterns were added.

http://www.lastfm.de/user/waldar/tracks?page=1

Star Time 2 (5:02)

The Coathanger (4:03)

Open Society (1:04)

A Real Woman (3:03)

Delta-V (4:08)

Aqueduct (1:37)

Potential Govaner (2:11)

Planet Gear (4:02)

Tensor In Green (3:41)

The Glass Road (7:10)

Fluxgate (1:07)

Duotone Moonbeam(2:27)

Quadrature (3:20)

Yes-Sequitur (1:27)

Total length (43:01)

Cant wait to hear "the glass roads"!

Imho i hope he includes all of the bangface tracks in this compilation in some way..... Especially the third track of the set..

With the actual track length of each track on souvenir i highly doubt that.

Hopefully he will release the "rest" as a mini ep on bleep, like the "welcome to europe" bonus ep.

The tracks between Hello Meow and Exciton he played before and it seems like they belong to a pool of tracks he exclusevly plays live. They are never meant to be officially released.... like Anstromm Feck 5.. well not yet..

only 43 minutes with 14 tracks?

those fillers better be fucking good

Just a souvenir versions coming soon

Here's the album cover:

  teetime said:

http://www.lastfm.de/user/waldar/tracks?page=1

 

Star Time 2 (5:02)

The Coathanger (4:03)

Open Society (1:04)

A Real Woman (3:03)

Delta-V (4:08)

Aqueduct (1:37)

Potential Govaner (2:11)

Planet Gear (4:02)

Tensor In Green (3:41)

The Glass Road (7:10)

Fluxgate (1:07)

Duotone Moonbeam(2:27)

Quadrature (3:20)

Yes-Sequitur (1:27)

 

Total length (43:01)

 

Cant wait to hear "the glass roads"!

dude don't get to excited for the glass roads, for all we know it could be another vacuum track... Im getting really nervous bout this release. PLEASE COME THRU FOR ME TOM!

The beginning-statement of this article hasn't been quoted:

Nach »Quaristice« von Autechre erscheint dann in diesem Jahr das zweite mehr als gelungene Release früher Warp-Ikonen. Jenkinson knüpft damit nahtlos an Meilensteine wie »Hard Normal Daddy« (1997) und »Go Plastic« (2001) an.

After »Quaristice« by Autechre, this year's second more than accomplished release by an early Warp-Icon is coming up. Jenkinson manages to seamlessly tie in with milestones like »Hard Normal Daddy« (1997) and »Go Plastic« (2001).

But is this a reason to be optimistic yet?

  AOOproductions said:

dude don't get to excited for the glass roads, for all we know it could be another vacuum track... Im getting really nervous bout this release. PLEASE COME THRU FOR ME TOM!

I was listening to Vacuum half way up a mountain on the Slovenian vally and it made complete sense.

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"dude don't get to excited for the glass roads, for all we know it could be another vacuum track... Im getting really nervous bout this release. PLEASE COME THRU FOR ME TOM!"

"der teils Freejazz-, teils Hardrock-inspirierte Track »The Glass Road«"

The track supposed to be inspired by hardrock and free-jazz.

I'm sure that this will be a good album, but whether it is an album that I want from him at the moment is another matter. I'm hoping there is some ravey material released whether it be on an Ep or on the album itself. As much as I appreciate the various facets of Tom's talents I like his rave material best. The production and song writing is always awesome but I can't help but be a sucker for the immediate head fuck nonsense. Anything else will take me slightly longer to fully appreciate and I'm bound to turn to it less frequently.

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"This album started as a daydream about watching a crazy, beautiful rock band play an ultra -gig. At first, a giant fluorescent image of a coat hanger appeared at the back of the stage...

 

A couple of seconds later a full size replica of the Camden Falcon backroom materialised around the glowing coat hanger. Upon the stage was a group composed of five musicians. They seemed to be of differing ages, some young, some old. I noticed that the drummer was an Eskimo. They played instruments either of their own design or conventional ones that were modified such that they could be used to generate a range of sounds not typically associated with a rock band. For instance, one of the musicians appeared to be using a device attached to the body of his classical guitar that allowed him to accelerate or decelerate time in his immediate vicinity. At a certain point he seemed to quickly reverse back to a couple of months ago. My suspicions were corroborated by his hair and beard temporarily looking rather shorter. Sonically, this had the effect of extruding certain melodic phrases into shimmering monoliths and slow emotion wave fronts. Other sounds being generated near to him on stage also got partially sucked into the time sponge and were returned at high speed as imploded sonic pin cushions.

 

The coat hanger started glowing emerald green. At the same time, a river emerged on the stage and appeared to be running under the drum kit. I was concerned for the safety of the musicians being as it was that they were powering their other -worldly equipment with electricity. Just as I began to venture a comment, the members of the band that weren't kayaking were enveloped in a localised electrical storm. As the electricity arced around various nodal points such as the drummer's left hand, the guitarist's teeth and a Venus fly trap that was sitting just behind the bass amp, I noticed to my relief that they weren't being incinerated by this high voltage extravaganza. No, but it did seem to have the effect of generating a bass -distortion that sounded as if the bass guitar was actually a RSJ being played with a chainsaw, enclosed in a ventilated cabinet of fine mahogany. In fact, the high voltage was smash -mapping the bass line to a lightning wave and then amplifying it millions of times over. The bassist was now using the entire building as a speaker.

 

My vision at this stage was hence somewhat blurred, but I am sure I saw all of the drums in the drummer's kit rapidly exchanging places with one another. The snare drum would occasionally rocket to the ceiling and hover there for minutes at a time, oscillating at rates factorially related to the tempo. Thus it started to act as a receiver for electromagnetic radiation emitted by nearby neutron stars. The strange lonely songs of astral bodies echoed about the room as their electromagnetic radiation was demodulated by the UHF calf skin. Then it exploded, showering the band in pieces of plywood.

 

It was at this stage that my attention was switched to the electric guitar player. Splinters of detonated snare drum were striking the strings of his guitar such that his right hand was free to operate a cupboard full of granite spheres illuminated in a dull orange. As he did, his person rapidly fragmented into various historical stages of mankind. For example, there was a Cro-Magnon man and a Homo Erectus playing Monopoly. The Cro-Magnon appeared to be winning. Suddenly the Cro-Magnon was in a headlock. Suddenly everyone in the room was incredibly happy. Riffs of medieval joy bloomed about the small man as he struggled to fight back tears of elation. They were happy because they were real. They were smoking because they were real. The coat hanger winked out, they thanked me and left forthwith leaving no trace save a small dent where a pantechnicon lorry had smashed through the back wall of the stage to deliver a replacement snare drum.

 

What to do after an experience of that order? As the room around me regained its familiar shape, I was left with an urgent sense of responsibility that I do honour to this vision of a remarkable ensemble. My memory of it was the only souvenir, and I feared its vulnerability with only a skull to protect it. I ventured forth to the studio shortly after the New Year. I emerged on July 15th. This is the result. I hope you enjoy it. "

ACID

i'm afraid to read any text that Jenkinson wrote (looking at the squarepusher.net gibberish)

can someone sum it up in 1 sentence?

  teetime said:

  Quote

"This album started as a daydream about watching a crazy, beautiful rock band play an ultra -gig. At first, a giant fluorescent image of a coat hanger appeared at the back of the stage...

 

A couple of seconds later a full size replica of the Camden Falcon backroom materialised around the glowing coat hanger. Upon the stage was a group composed of five musicians. They seemed to be of differing ages, some young, some old. I noticed that the drummer was an Eskimo. They played instruments either of their own design or conventional ones that were modified such that they could be used to generate a range of sounds not typically associated with a rock band. For instance, one of the musicians appeared to be using a device attached to the body of his classical guitar that allowed him to accelerate or decelerate time in his immediate vicinity. At a certain point he seemed to quickly reverse back to a couple of months ago. My suspicions were corroborated by his hair and beard temporarily looking rather shorter. Sonically, this had the effect of extruding certain melodic phrases into shimmering monoliths and slow emotion wave fronts. Other sounds being generated near to him on stage also got partially sucked into the time sponge and were returned at high speed as imploded sonic pin cushions.

 

The coat hanger started glowing emerald green. At the same time, a river emerged on the stage and appeared to be running under the drum kit. I was concerned for the safety of the musicians being as it was that they were powering their other -worldly equipment with electricity. Just as I began to venture a comment, the members of the band that weren't kayaking were enveloped in a localised electrical storm. As the electricity arced around various nodal points such as the drummer's left hand, the guitarist's teeth and a Venus fly trap that was sitting just behind the bass amp, I noticed to my relief that they weren't being incinerated by this high voltage extravaganza. No, but it did seem to have the effect of generating a bass -distortion that sounded as if the bass guitar was actually a RSJ being played with a chainsaw, enclosed in a ventilated cabinet of fine mahogany. In fact, the high voltage was smash -mapping the bass line to a lightning wave and then amplifying it millions of times over. The bassist was now using the entire building as a speaker.

 

My vision at this stage was hence somewhat blurred, but I am sure I saw all of the drums in the drummer's kit rapidly exchanging places with one another. The snare drum would occasionally rocket to the ceiling and hover there for minutes at a time, oscillating at rates factorially related to the tempo. Thus it started to act as a receiver for electromagnetic radiation emitted by nearby neutron stars. The strange lonely songs of astral bodies echoed about the room as their electromagnetic radiation was demodulated by the UHF calf skin. Then it exploded, showering the band in pieces of plywood.

 

It was at this stage that my attention was switched to the electric guitar player. Splinters of detonated snare drum were striking the strings of his guitar such that his right hand was free to operate a cupboard full of granite spheres illuminated in a dull orange. As he did, his person rapidly fragmented into various historical stages of mankind. For example, there was a Cro-Magnon man and a Homo Erectus playing Monopoly. The Cro-Magnon appeared to be winning. Suddenly the Cro-Magnon was in a headlock. Suddenly everyone in the room was incredibly happy. Riffs of medieval joy bloomed about the small man as he struggled to fight back tears of elation. They were happy because they were real. They were smoking because they were real. The coat hanger winked out, they thanked me and left forthwith leaving no trace save a small dent where a pantechnicon lorry had smashed through the back wall of the stage to deliver a replacement snare drum.

 

What to do after an experience of that order? As the room around me regained its familiar shape, I was left with an urgent sense of responsibility that I do honour to this vision of a remarkable ensemble. My memory of it was the only souvenir, and I feared its vulnerability with only a skull to protect it. I ventured forth to the studio shortly after the New Year. I emerged on July 15th. This is the result. I hope you enjoy it. "

huh? where did you found that

  triachus said:

can someone sum it up in 1 sentence?

LOL............. NO

wheres the pink and most of the hair? :undecided:

He gets a new shirt every album, that's all Warps budget stretches to nowadays, was rocking the nasty green one at the Bangface Weekender too.

  Cellar Door said:

He gets a new shirt every album

lol so true

and a haircut as well

i reckon tommy is spendin all his money on squares down the corner

pusher me arse

i particularly like 'the edge with catastrophic technical failure':

  triachus said:

 

wheres the pink and most of the hair? :undecided:

He's back to looking like Squarepusher.

edit: jk i can see the pony tail now

is that a graduation gown?