Genre: Experimental / Noise
01 - Where We Go When We
God created 3 inch CDRs for three reasons. Firstly…because it made it
easy for artists to release a small piece of music without having to waste
extortionate money on a normal sized CDR and accompanying packaging.
Secondly…to help reviewers who have to submit ‘x’ amount of reviews per
update and they haven’t the time or can’t be arsed having to wade through
70+ minutes of a full release to meet that quota. Thirdly…because he‘s
God and he can do what the fuck he likes. No-one is exactly going to argue
with that all seeing cunt now are they?
There’s nothing like a good old blasphemous start as an entrée to a review
to get things rolling. I await the hate mail with twisted glee. But
before the Christian fundamentalists have a chance to flood my inbox with
death threats there is the little matter of completing this review. There
is a question that needs answering first before I continue. Who is Jute
Gyte? I didn’t know before receiving this release in for review. Being a
more switched on and inquisitive reviewer, and because the Jeshimoth
Entertainment website didn’t provide any clues, I went and asked the man
myself. This is what I found out in his reply:
Adam Kalmbach is a 21 year old who lives in Missouri USA. He is currently
a student working on a music degree and is co-owner/operator of Jeshimoth
Entertainment, an independent label focused on esoteric work ranging in
style from pop music to harsh noise. He began working under the name Jute
Gyte around 2002 and has finally begun releasing his work, aside from some
compilation appearances, this year. WWGWW is his second release recorded
this summer.
With my quest for knowledge answered, and yours to I hope, we move
swiftly onto the main course. The meat and potatoes, sautéed of course,
that constitutes the music contained within, limited to 50 copies, the
‘Where We Go When We’ release. Comprising of one 23+ minutes duration
track this is the very essence of the wall of thunderous sound that I’ve
spoken about so many times in the past. Working within the framework of
the ‘noise’ genre, with faint flecks of drone and ambience thrown in, Jute
Gyte employs the tactic of bombarding the listener with a constantly
mutating melange of sounds constructed and destructed at will. The waves
of electronically produced manipulations an overpowering attack on the
senses. Wild hallucinogenic static, bass deep rumbles and screeching
squalls surge and pore forth from the speakers with the sole aim of
disorientating and pulverising the listener into submission. A man made
unstoppable colossus of aural magnitude that brings tears to the eyes and
small trickles of blood from the ear canals. For 23+ minutes time is
irrelevant. Nothing exists in this sonic wasteland laid bare before all to
hear and bear witness to. The pain it elicits an excruciating untamed
beauty that resonates from the blackest of hearts. By the time the last
notes filter into the putrid air that has enveloped the very fabric of
space a sense of relief is strongly felt and embraced. Normality returns
once more as the body slowly recovers its functions. Weary and battered ,
ears still bruised and throbbing, the descending silence like manna from
the Gods. Then the fingers twitch uncontrollably and the need to listen to
it again becomes overpowering. You feel like the suicidal lemming, who
having survived one jump off the cliff, enjoyed it so much he needed to
experience the sensation once more. And so it goes on. Play. Recover.
Play. Recover. Until you are bloated and can take no more.
Thus ‘Where We Go When We’ admirably achieves its aims. The artist
releasing a recording that fits neatly into the whole ‘noise’ spectrum.
The listener ecstatic to gorge on every morsel that is the banquet of
powerful sonic excess. Everyone is left happy in their own way. Come forth
and feast whilst you still have the chance.
Anorexia nervosa types
need not apply.
