- Digital
Holy Similaun
Hegenrax
OOH-sounds
- Cat No: OOH014
- Release: 2019-06-21
Track List
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1. Holy Similaun - Expell
02:38 -
2. Holy Similaun - Apeous
06:09 -
3. Holy Similaun - Cursed G-Open
04:38 -
4. Holy Similaun - R-E-S
04:19
16bit/44.1khz [wav/flac/aiff/alac/mp3]
After his last release got Aphex Twin's seal of approval with tracks featured in his-majesty's dj-sets last year, Holy Similaun debuts on the label with new EP Hegenrax.
The work (to be read He-gen-rax) attempts to explore the fascination for contradiction and the opposites in a conceptual framework by ideally contrasting a motor disorder (Apraxia) caused by damage to the brain and a controlled chemical reaction (Heterogeneous Catalysis), and places its music where the boundary between the two fronts merge.
Four tracks operate under the same blurry skies, polluting semantic memories with augmented-nostalgia and a sense of failure of the collective, but managing to see a possible future through suburban fractures.
Far from being a mere technical exercise with an objective look, Hegenrax emotionally dilates inside an intimate inner space as to want to reach a more intensive zone beyond – outside – standard perceptual thresholds—and this process sounds joyously modern and classic at the same time.
Expell opens with irregular cowbell hits echoing in a dull room suggesting an early warning, a sense of alarm…shortly thereafter extra-loud sound incursions burst, roaring with ballistic precision shifting the whole thing porposely out of balance.
Something meditative happens with Apeous—a postmodern-like ritual, suspended and detached form any sacredness— where twinkling synthetic chimes arpeggios float over underwater depth sonar-like sounds—inhale before diving.
Fractured airport lounge noise floor runs through Cursed G-Open, electro rhythmic alterations invade subtly, slowly, without forcing the structure, operating a sort of automatic-voluntary dissociation from that public space.
The dreamy and slightly gloomy R-E-S is built around an uncanny melody, geographically elusive—sneaky—like a look through the shutters on the weirdest day of climate change.
Suggested listening place: a Tesco parking lot.
Limited Edition Vinyl of 200, artwork is printed on unique 160gr. opaline-tracing-paper housed in high-end PVC bag, mastered and cut by Lewis Hopkin.
The work (to be read He-gen-rax) attempts to explore the fascination for contradiction and the opposites in a conceptual framework by ideally contrasting a motor disorder (Apraxia) caused by damage to the brain and a controlled chemical reaction (Heterogeneous Catalysis), and places its music where the boundary between the two fronts merge.
Four tracks operate under the same blurry skies, polluting semantic memories with augmented-nostalgia and a sense of failure of the collective, but managing to see a possible future through suburban fractures.
Far from being a mere technical exercise with an objective look, Hegenrax emotionally dilates inside an intimate inner space as to want to reach a more intensive zone beyond – outside – standard perceptual thresholds—and this process sounds joyously modern and classic at the same time.
Expell opens with irregular cowbell hits echoing in a dull room suggesting an early warning, a sense of alarm…shortly thereafter extra-loud sound incursions burst, roaring with ballistic precision shifting the whole thing porposely out of balance.
Something meditative happens with Apeous—a postmodern-like ritual, suspended and detached form any sacredness— where twinkling synthetic chimes arpeggios float over underwater depth sonar-like sounds—inhale before diving.
Fractured airport lounge noise floor runs through Cursed G-Open, electro rhythmic alterations invade subtly, slowly, without forcing the structure, operating a sort of automatic-voluntary dissociation from that public space.
The dreamy and slightly gloomy R-E-S is built around an uncanny melody, geographically elusive—sneaky—like a look through the shutters on the weirdest day of climate change.
Suggested listening place: a Tesco parking lot.
Limited Edition Vinyl of 200, artwork is printed on unique 160gr. opaline-tracing-paper housed in high-end PVC bag, mastered and cut by Lewis Hopkin.