A Vibrant Struggle- Black Hole Meditation

Staplerfahrer, Bjerga and Iverson team up to freeze minds. Deep, dark, distant drones. Music communicated via rocket-ship from just left of nowhere. They cook up some wicked potion here. No antidote in sight! Artwork by Katheryn Richards. 60 copies.





CD-R edition of 60.


2010.   #022.




Kind Words:



Sitting firmly in lotus position, I try to gather my attention on a specific point in my body. By doing this, I also manage to use my attention on sensing my limbs, using a precise mathematical formula. This ongoing mind control prevents me from entering the “zone,” an area of consciousness in which I’m afraid to indulge. Every time I go there, I keep hearing these sounds, maybe it’s the rattle of the city road refection unit, maybe it isn’t. Every morning, my meditation consists of a vibrant struggle against life’s continuous stress. Every morning, I’m taken away by some mental constructions that make a hell of a clatter.

To build these blocks of identifications, you need the perfect soundtrack—industrious. Sounds of machines hammering, working in some sort of plant. A plant where they breed only one kind of man, mechanical man. Mechanical man doesn’t know he’s asleep, and he doesn’t try to wake up. To gain some level of consciousness he must use the struggles of life as a tool to awaken. Everything that irritates him is a lever, either going up or down.

This is not meditation music but it may be used as such, if one feels he has enough energy to deal with its intensity. Consisting of one long song, “Black Hole Meditation” is grasping on your attention, choking it, inducing high levels of anxiety if you’re able empty your mind. All light is absorbed and nothing escapes. Black holes have three characteristics—mass, charge and angular momentum. They’re shared by this piece of music but named differently; heavyosity, electricity and movement. It is said that a black hole cannot be seen from outside, that you have to get inside to understand what’s going on. I guess that explains why a friend told me this CD sounded like the recording of a laundromat...

The “Black Hole Meditation” starts with a steady pulse, spare but quite loud, inviting us to focus on a specific rhythm. This rhythm is present throughout the half-hour long song, switching modes and speed, but always present. Sometimes it is eclipsed by powerful drones of distorted guitars. Halfway through, some really nice electronic work glimmers on the surface, consigning the drone to a more rhythmic function. Rhythm seems to be the key of this meditation, as revealed by the ending, a 4/4 beat with high level of treated feedback breaking the surface of these rather droney landscapes. But we all know this familiar rhythm, the one of workers on a chain. 8/10 -- Frédérick Galbrun 
(11 August, 2010)










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