netaudionews Archive

Moving through the rubble, the carnage, the wreckage, the ruin, the dystopia, the effluvia, dwelling in an environment destroyed, among mutants with eyeballs dripping from sockets, the sun shines red and moves sporadic across the sky, so that no spiritual solace could be found a rhythm that cannot be found. There are those coughing on the harsh profaning smoke, yet proclaiming in noisy prayer that it’s all alright. Habits sending our species to an early grave, and we let it happen. There are many who don’t, who renounce these sporadic ways and invent God, they invent God by composing, by coming together and fighting for a just cause, by fasting in the woods, by loving one another unconditional, by ridding compulsion from their lives, from returning to the power of their dreams and the fruitful gifts of this world, and yet through such a damaged filter this can be incredibly difficult. So artists are met with many plights, which in nature’s continuum, extends in their art, their growth, their genetic mapping of emotion. Ars Sonor is a musician whose innermost thoughts trickle down every solid rock she erodes from the earth in the form of foreboding, empowering, tortured, loving pieces of music. Uncompromising and true, my respect for this artist would be difficult to exaggerate. The artist behind Ars Sonor, Laetitia Schteinberg, indeed has undergone many anxious and unpleasant feelings and experiences, which I will not delve into, but through her insistence of inventing this heavenly celestial body, a miracle has brought a triumphant work of pure poetry. Joined by over sixteen different artists, each collaborating with the galactic dream of Sonor’s genius in different tracks, what you have is a masterpiece of collaboration. Blessed with some of the most masterful soundscapers of the true underground, all tracks evoke something entirely different, so I won’t hop too deeply into praise (as much as I’d love to). What cannot go unsaid though, is that despite the versatility, seemingly endless, there is a special concentrated aura to this work as a whole. Put together, this record feels cohesive and articulate. All of the artists concerned, I thank you deeply. Thank you Production Unit Zero. Thank you Hal McGee. Thank you Zreen Toyz. Thank you B.Lone Engines. Thank you William Spivey. Thank you Ethnomite Pux. Thank you Meklabor. Thank you The Implicit Order. Thank you Takadatek. Thank you Amok III. Thank you Mystified. Thank you Roberto Lazzarino. Thank you 3bc. Thank you Peninsolar & Mark Moody. Thank you Consistency Nature. Thank you for your strengthening rhythms, your frozen and smoldering ambient dreams, your wonderful samples from inner alien planets, your wonderful new species of sound grazing tundras of beautiful neoclassical multidimensional trenches. Thank you for coming together and being the stroma of a divine presence. And thank you Ars Sonor, for giving a heart to this work of pure magic, giving a brain to this God amidst the rubble, the carnage, the wreckage, the ruin, the dystopia, the effluvia, of your life and the life of all those who have bodies to suffer with.