La rhétorique de l’Oeuf et de la poule est désuète et sans intérêt. La seule question qu’il convient de poser à présent serait… Où était la musique électronique canadienne avant Oeuf Korreckt… Y en avait-il d’ailleurs?

À la fois insoumise et corvéable, amplie de clichés et judicieuse, désinvolte et réfléchie, la musique sur Podweek détaille le panorama global de ses propres inspirations autant que le paysage plus large de la musique électronique, avec tous les angles concaves et contreforts qu’elle connaît.

La structure de l’album, sa coquille charnelle, s’est chargée au contact des meilleurs calcaires, du résistant tri repetae d’Autechre, au lumineux traits du Aphex twin de Ventoline ep, Disjecta, Plaid ou The Black Dog (qui ont utilisé le même logiciel il fut un temps…).

La floraison de rythmes, leurs échos dansants et rebonds joyeux dans l’atmosphère étroite du disque dur de Frédérick Blouin évoquent tant l’aspect anecdotique qu’historique du processus et de l’outil de création, un logiciel inusité: le trackers.

Inusité parce qu’en conflit avec l’interface Windows qui l’a banni de son plan de développement (que l’on connaît). La résurgence de ce petit logiciel, couplé à l’intelligente vision musicale d’Oeuf Korrekt donne un album sans faille, séquencé, cadencé, en un mot rutilant de santé avec même des cimes de Gabber basique qui passe bien à l’oreille, une fois n’est pas coutume.

Si le label expérimental No Type souligne avec humour l’outrage personnel d’avoir osé diffuser un disque “mélodique”, le réel outrage, s’il y en a, aurait été de passer sous silence cette onzième table de loi. À découvrir d’urgence.

Well, well, well… This is a grand start of something… the something being the commercial CD releases on the No Type label, formerly a strictly on-line, downloadable venture. The grand opening with a packed and crammed double CD compilation of serious sound hang-ups is interesting enough, featuring a good scope of “free radicals”…

The basis for this joyous event might be found in the introductory text that No Type offers the hungry reviewers: The Freest of Radicals, through its varied and challenging musical landscape, shatters the hidden face of the recording industry, which too often ignores unconventional artistic developments and hinders so called ‘difficult’ music.” Indeed the free-flowing under-current of the present has to find its river channel, and the force is so immense just below the surface of contemporeana that it always does, and in this case the river channel is the label No Type and its benevolent benefactor Jean-François Denis, who already set the ultimate lofty standard of electroacoustic creativity and diffusion through the legendary label empreintes DIGITALes and the distributor DIFFUSION i MéDIA.

I’ll give a few impressions of some of the many entries provided. They’re picked out randomly, and not pertaining to any artistic or other preferences, which means that those not mentioned may be as relevant and urgently in need of ears as the ones actually touched upon.

Le chien borgne is a pseudonym for Guillaume Théroux-Rancourt, who originates in Québec City. His piece, mysteriously titled rho < 1 (rho a > rho), has been honored as an opener of the whole set. He is said to work with analog ambient loops, and there is nothing here that contradicts that. A deep, repetitious – calm! – rumble shakes your loudspeakers, sort of in a breathing manner, on top of which more lightly pitched layers are applied as with a stroke of a sable’s hair brush, all in all transposing the here and now into a dreamy, soaring, thoughtful state of arms stretched out in a hovering gesture towards an elusive horizon. I like this a lot; it has a peculiar magic to it – and I like to float in this liquid atmosphere a long time.

James Schidlowsky’s Radio Collision sweeps in helicopterish and duck-worthy, dominating the scenery completely, having you flung yourself in the mountain-birch bushes, torn madly by the magnum-force winds from the hovering machine, spinning slowly around, keeping any intent secret, and all you can do is wait… The massive layer – or rather wall – of gray sound is compiled of many timbres, some in the sub-spaces, some on high, and eerie fragments of torn messages might be sensed inside this wild but harnessed energy. Dense!

Tomas Jirku’s I Think I’m In Love addresses totally different aspects of the audios, one might say. This is a funkster prankster hopscotch rendition of rhythm and glassy timbral percussion; very beautiful, and somehow… alien; alien like little spheres of undetermined properties bopping and popping in thin-shrilled erotic dances across yellow plains of distant worlds in forlorn galaxies beyond our present scientific perception. Jirku’s hectic, yet precise, humdrum plum-picking audio has a shine to it that pleases! It is for long, hypnotic stays, though, and this short sample just gives you an idea of the trances you might encounter on prolonged visits in these worlds.

Cal Crawford doesn’t waste any time surprising the listener with what at first appears to be static and interference; something is wrong with your equipment… but as it keeps up you realize that this is it; Crawford’s artistic idea! Of course this isn’t new. It has been done numerous times since the late 1940s, in various fashions, but since the preceding works on this CD have been – one way or another – modal, this sharp, diamond-like, pointillist approach cuts it’s way through your listening like a surgeon’s scalpel, and it hurts nicely! His piece is called An Objection That is Immaterial After the Fact. It’s like dashing through the celestial night at warp speed, encountering scattered star matter across the void, or like managing a subterranean water tank perforated by neutrino; in any case, it’s fast, sparse, sharp, scattered – and perhaps not so healthy… Towards the latter part of the piece things dense up, as a rippling prayer bead of free flowing thoughts and impressions rush on down, with a murmuring backdrop of serious gestures. Even later on events get loud, like a closely miked forest fire caught at the precise location of a fiery tree stump furnace… Very ingenious electroacoustics!

Julie Rousse lends her electroacoustic voice to the little ones hiding in the semi-conductors and the closed circuits, where they huddle up around their innermost thoughts and dreams, little Terry Rileys of streaming electron organs dappling with the clouds of 1950’s Dylan Thomases on the horizons of electric wiring in Rousse’s piece Une à six idées improvisées. So short is Julie Rousse’s bell-tingling elves-gleaning that I instantly long for more… So many secrets of the little ones of electricity in this piece; a work worthy of the secretive Hattifatteners of the Moomin Valley!

Magali Babin has recently issued her solo debut on No Type, and this bit – Petit jardin – can be found on that CD as well. It’s French, detailed, microscopic, tingling, trickling and seeping… as little elves and fairies hover in the shadows over at the garden pond – and it makes me recall some worlds by Finnish guru electroacoustician Kaija Saariaho. There is a fair amount of deep wood enchantment in Finnish culture, you bet, and this property shines and shivers inside Petit jardin. Masterly, how Babin builds this dense atmosphere with sparse means in but a few minutes!

Claudia Bonarelli lives in Sweden, but her name is Italian. They Use Us Back is a strangely recognizable artifact, i.e., it seems to be… There are a number of musical clichés in here, used on the razor’s edge between the morbid and the pretentious, but it’s done with a swagger and a jerkily moving hip across the silver screen. You get a beat, you get two… and some sarcastically (?) applied modal strokes of the hand and taps of the fingertips. It’s so soft it could well be used for toothpaste commercials…

Jon Vaughn’s Bouncing Ball (1 of 2) + Gravel Road is a frantic experience to which I’ve taken a definite liking. I’ll put it on a loud repeat while fixing coffee! It has beat and insanity and beautifully scraping, vibrating sounds on top of a dump truck of humor, which is exactly what creativity needs to be bearable… Keep on keeping on, Mr. Vaughn, we’re sitting tight over in Swedenland at Sonoloco, keeping you on loud repeats! This music twists and turns to get out of that straitjacket of existence, crawling along under barbed wire on muddy elbows, heading for a smashing oblivion! Wow!

I’ll halt here, even though I haven’t even gotten around to the second CD yet, but I’m sure these samples will serve the purpose of conveying my deep and sincere lust for this music, as well as my admiration at all this ingenuity and sonic liveliness! The concept is wonderful, the result shining, and we’ll just have to keep the good spirits up so that these kinds of ventures can bloom and flower up ahead!

After three years of internet-only activity as a mp3 label, the Montréal-based No Type decided to take the plunge into the physical world of CD edition. Released in April 2002, The Freest of Radicals launched the catalog. This 2-CD compilation album offers quite a few mouthfuls: 36 tracks from 34 artists, for a total of 155 minutes — too much for most listeners to absorb in one session. Most of these artists are known only to the people that frequented the label’s website, but fame has nothing to do with quality and the label proves it once again. From sound art and experimental electronica up to IDM, minimal techno, techno-lounge and more melodic material, the album takes us on quite a wild ride (including an unexpected stop into post-rock with Kanovanik). Highlights are just too numerous to mention, especially since every listener will have his or her favorites. Let’s just drop a few names: Tomas Jirku, Magali Babin, Ja_dijiste, Books on Tape, Infoslut, and so many others. The quality of the selections compensate for the somewhat dizzying scope of styles covered. The weirdest tracks often end up to be the best and discoveries await by the dozen. The fact that No Type adopted the highly original package design of the electroacoustic label empreintes DIGITALes is icing on the cake. Its pretentious title notwithstanding, The Freest of Radicals offers a panoramic view of things to come in electronica.

He has been featured in numerous press reports, he’s had sales all over the worid, and his craft has been featured on countless recordings. So you might be wondering why you’ve never heard of Yves Beaupré on the electroacoustic circuit. Well, Beaupré is known more for great harpsichords than for great compositions. He has, however, had a lifelong fascination with computers and electroacoustic music, and four years ago, from his workshop in the Plateau of Montréal, Beaupré listened to the sounds around him and decided that he wanted to try his hand at composition. Humeur de facteur, released by the prominent Montréal electroacoustic label empreintes DIGITALes, is the result of a nine-month sabbatical from the worid of drills, sanders, wood, and metal.

Beaupré is obviously influenced by the Montréal school of composers, such as Normandeau, Gobeil, and Dhomont. However, there is less cinematic vision in his work and more emphasis on musical and extra-musical sound. Beaupré gathered source material in his workshop and then manipulated it in his home studio. At times, reference to the harpsichord is very clear, particularly in La Beauséjour, a tribute to the famous Montréal harpsichordist. This piece strikes me as the strongest on the album. Full-textured and rich in sonic material, it is also, at times, extremely rhythmic. Beaupré, a true lover of music, admits to the influence of Montréal-school techno in parts of the disc. But he draws us back to his own craft by using recognizable harpsichord material. This grounds the listener, both musically and sonically.

A striking feature of the music is the thought that clearly went into the structural aspects of the work. In La Laurendeau, simple repeated patterns shift in and out of a richly textured background. Furthermore, Beaupré’s sense of layering is impressive. There is a sense that he is guiding us through a sonic geography. His ability to move from one sound environment to another without a sense of progression is magnificent. The fourth track, La Pelots Point, named for a location on Lake Champlain, is inspired by Beaupré’s love of sailing. The sharp opening rhythmic texture of the composition is broken midway through the movement by a Iyrical and harmonic passage that fades into the background. There is a meditative feeling to this section, almost as if Beaupré were alluding to the Renaissance with a type of electric chanting.

A highlight of this disc for me is its intense focus on musical elements, not just on sound. Both the quiet Iyricism and the moments of driving rhythmic intensity make this disc unforgettable. It’s not just sound that Beaupré layers, but musical textures and sonorities. Furthermore, his occupation and his connections to older musical forms allow for a creative expression drawn to the past but intensely interested in the future. Humeur de facteur is an auspicious start to Beaupré’s compositional career.

Het Franse label empreintes DIGITALes biedt onderdak aan een resem al dan niet obscure avantgardekunstenaars waarvan Robert Normandeau en Hildegard Westerkamp de bekendste zijn. Met Cycle du son betoont Francis Dhomont eer aan de legendarische geluidskunstenaar Pierre Schaeffer. Het vierdelige stuk maakt zowel gebruik van samples uit Schaeffers legendarische compositie Études Aux Objets, als geluiden uit Dhomonts eigen klankencollectie. De akoestische clash van die twee werelden is een onheilspellend, maar altijd boeiend geluidsdecor vol glashelder resonerende klankspelen.

Humeur de facteur van Yves Beaupré is een klankencollage opgebouwd uit timmerhokgeluiden: geluid afkomstig van en gemaakt door allerlei voorwerpen, gereedschap, hout en dies meer. Die bronnen worden vervolgens via elektronica van hun identiteit gestript en tot functioneel element van de compositie gebombardeerd. Het resultaat blijft over de hele lijn intrigerend en stuwt je door een vaak hallucinante dimensie van overheerlijke klankschepsels.

De Nieuw-Zeelander John Young dwingt de luisteraar zijn van wonderlijke details voorziene La limite du bruit met een hoofdtelefoon te beluisteren. Zo fladderen de ratelende, druppelende en schurende klankjes van Pythagoras’s Curtain je trommelvlies in. Even fascinerend is ‘Inner’ dat aanvangt met het geluid van iemand die zijn adem inhoudt. Klassieke avantgarde/musique concrète die boeit van a tot z.

Dopo circa un lustro di intensissima attività di pubblicazioni esclusivamente online, l’etichetta canadese No Type (www.notype.com) è recentemente passata al supporto termoindurente (leggi CD) con la formidabile doppia compilation The Freest of Radicals e l’album di debutto della compositrice elettroacustica Magali Babin.

La terza produzione in catalogo è firmata dal venticinquenne Frédérick Blouin in arte Œuf Korreckt ed è una raccolta di composizioni concepite dal giovanissimo autore quebecoise nell’arco degli ultimi sei-sette anni. E se alcuni materiali risultano decisamente caotici e datati (i compressi ritmi hardcore techno stile Rotterdam di King of the Elephants del ’95, ad esempio), è nelle più recenti realizzazioni che si apprezzano nettamente le capacità di Blouin di dar corpo a configurazioni electroniche meno spigolose, dove astrazione e melodia trovano opportuna calibratura e giusta dose di giocosità in un eccellente ibrido tra Autechre e scuola di Colonia. (7/10)