Blectum from Blechdom
Haus De Snaus
lectum from Blechdom is, quite simply, some of the worst music to ever be released in a long time.
The melodies are blaring, the rythms are either too simple or too complex to make anything out of, and the skits that permeate this release are joyous in their low brow humor and failings. Self conscious denial of mistakes, an apparent anal fixation, and a deliberately Art Brut/Dada attitude towards making music all form together to create this beautiful mess of a collection of the first two EP's that the group released. Going from the bad to the worse, I would have to think that most of these tracks are first takes, but it seems something far more complex and sinister is at work here. Something well planned and meditated, a willfull deconstruction of forms that have been built up by the constraints of the academic strains of IDM. In fact, as extemporaneous as this release sounds it belies a degree of practice and evolution that must have went into making this record sound as fractured and as disconnected as it is. In an art historical context, this is the first firing salvos of futurism, which would soon mold into Dada. A premeditated chaos is only one step away from the eventuality of music as one take performances that are neither recorded or can be played again.
Blectum from Blechdom creates music for consumption, however, negating the obvious idea of their art as outsider, as art that is not meant to be bought or enjoyed. It is hard to claim that this music can be claimed as a deconstruction of a particular genre of music when people are neither shocked nor disgusted by it. In fact, it would follow that if critics are immediately willing to embrace their empty hollow shock value lyrics and "mistakes," than Blectum from Blechdom is not revolutionary at all. They are merely following in a tradition forged by other artists who were there first to tear down the walls of IDM as an ultra serious, ultra pretentious academic genre of music. But it would be unfair to label Blectum from Blechdom as IDM, though, because of the simple fact that they use DSP and laptops. They would be much closer, musically, to an outsider rock act, along the lines of Captain Beefheart with a more electronic leaning.
So, what of the music? Music boxes, bubbly bass, calliopes, and sounds that closely resemble farts all mix together to make a mix that is at once abstract and insular, as well as obvious and confrontational. The problem for me, though, is that the melodies are merely loops played to their obvious conclusion, that the beats either begin to sound repetitive and mind numbing or they end too quickly to get into any sort of groove. This is what the duo are attempting to achieve, however.
Taking on the excess of electronic music and also the short interlude pieces that permeate certain acts records for no apparent purpose. Certain interludes, instead of stating small melodic themes or statements, either continue earlier pieces unabated or imitate Pink Floyd's "Several Species of Small Furry Animals..." in their lyrical confusion. The second EP in the collection is definitely a progression to a more crazed and confused style of music. Their brand of humor shines/embarrases throughout. It's up to the listener to decide what it is- genius, madness, contrived silliness, or the liberation of the unconscious.
Everyday that I listen to this album all of these possibilities cross my mind and depending on my mood it will change. Nonetheless, this release will most likely not stand the test of time and only be known as a footnote in Tigerbeat6's catalog of releases in the future.