1990s New Zealand Free Noise

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Concord

A Handful of Dust
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Last Glass

Kim Pieters, Peter Stapleton, Bruce Russell
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Surface Of The Earth

Surface of the Earth
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The Ark

Tanaka-Nixon Meeting
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Siberian Earth Curve

Birchville Cat Motel
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Roslyn

Witcyst
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Flies Inside the Sun

Flies Inside the Sun
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Copula

Doramaar
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Synaptic Acres

Sandoz Lab Technicians
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K-Group

K-Group

Unlike most ‘movements’, which tend to appear far more coherent and concrete in retrospect than during their time, the development of free noise in New Zealand felt like a foregone conclusion. While you could call upon a number of historical antecedents, it really built from an extended moment of disaffection – partly, with the shift in focus of NZ’s key independent label, Flying Nun, and it surrounding ‘scene’, from documenting the underground to going for ‘hits’ and entering the belly of the beast, the corporate music industry. This led one ex-employee, Bruce Russell, to form the Xpressway label/co-operative in Dunedin in 1988, as an ideological and practical counter-movement, to document NZ’s musical underbelly. The material released by Xpressway was largely song-based (see artists like Peter Jefferies, the Terminals and Sandra Bell, for example), though it was often played with a liberatory dynamic that pointed towards what was to come.

At the same time, Russell was one third of The Dead C, notionally a rock trio, but one that had little truck with the formalities of the genre. Russell’s intractable ‘mis-competence’ when playing guitar, and his use of the guitar-amplifier nexus to channel noise and feedback, added a virulent unpredictability to the songs written by guitarist and singer Michael Morley – often, it sounds as though the two guitarists are clawing at each other, with Robbie Yeats’s drums the pacific core. As The Dead C progressed, their songs started to fall apart, and by 1993’s The Operation Of The Sonne, they’d drifted closer yet to unmoored improvisation. Russell’s musical and philosophical interests, in particular, were pushing him further and further into this terrain.

By this point, Xpressway had pretty much ended, having found international publishing outlets for most associated artists, and Russell soon started a new label, Corpus Hermeticum (H/Corp), dedicated to freely improvised music, predominantly using rock instrumentation. Russell once noted that The Dead C were “going against a very dominant cultural paradigm where the song was everything,” and the work he did with H/Corp, and his A Handful Of Dust project, extended that challenge. But I don’t want to overplay the polemical aspect – this music is exciting primarily because it was articulating unexpected ways to extend and unsettle rock’s possibilities, by drawing on models from other musics, like free jazz, collective improvisation, and electro-acoustics.

Some of the other Xpressway artists followed Russell into this terrain – Alastair Galbraith and the late Peter Stapleton (of The Terminals and Dadamah, among others) joined him in A Handful Of Dust; Stapleton would become another key player in NZ’s free noise scene, with groups like Rain and Flies Inside The Sun, and the label he co-ran with Kim Pieters, named Metonymic. But NZ free noise, in its interest in improvisation and textural exploration, and its decentering of technique and normative musicality, also drew new figures into its collective orbit, mostly from NZ’s South Island, though groups like Thela and artists like Witcyst were North Island representatives.

The artists involved were all rich with personality and creative drive: some, like Morley and Pieters, had some presence as visual artists; others, like Witcyst and Omit, were hermetic to the point of wilful obscurity. Russell’s label and its associated mail order catalogue, and writer Nick Cain’s fanzines de/create and Opprobrium, along with Simon Baker’s publication, Insample, were key nodes for dissemination, but the artists involved had also learned that there was a sizeable international audience for this music, so connections were fostered with overseas labels and mail orders like Fisheye, Fusetron, Drag City, Siltbreeze, Kranky, and Thurston Moore’s Ecstatic Peace!.

Indeed, if anyone was an international booster for the movement, it was Moore, who would talk the scene up at every opportunity. It’s no surprise given that his long-running group, Sonic Youth, were well-known both as musicians who highlighted rock’s extended possibilities – noise, improvisation, freedom – and as vocal supporters of the underground. Finding comfort in like-minded souls, NZ free noise intersected with a number of different, geographically distinct movements – in Japan, in America, in Norway, in France. And like that of their international peers, the music by each of the artists in this guide is distinctive, full of the character, ethos, and individualism of its players, covering surprisingly wide tonal and aesthetic territory. Yet it all, in the end, is informed, even if indirectly, by the playful guidelines set by Russell’s Free Noise Manifesto: “Being beyond ‘music,’ it is noise; Being beyond ‘rules’, it is free.”

There has been plenty of excellent, inspired ‘improvised sound work’ made in New Zealand since the nineties, both by these artists, and newer waves of creative souls who have found inspiration and historical context in the achievements of the nineties free noise cabal. And as discourse surrounding NZ free noise (and its local tributaries) have deepened, so has the possibility of locating precursors, like the electro-acoustic compositions of Douglas Lilburn, and the experiments of Philip Dadson’s From Scratch. But here are twenty essential albums from NZ free noise’s first flush.

Jon Dale

Concord

A Handful of Dust
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There had been hints of what was to come, both on Dead C and Alastair Galbraith albums, but A Handful Of Dust’s Concord really is the fountainhead from which NZ free noise sprung. There’s something incredibly pure about it —  a clear recording of Bruce Russell, the main conceptualist behind AHOD, and Galbraith, teasing out the potential in the freely explored interaction of strings (mostly guitar and violin) and amplification, with a brief interlude for clavioline and casiotone on “Squeezing Parson Foster’s Sponge”. The side-long “A Brief Apology”, the first track recorded for the album, is particularly choice, a sixteen-minute blinder, with Galbraith and Russell worrying bisecting streams of feedback from their instruments, tearing the listener a third eye as these two simple phenomena become so much more than the sum of their parts.

Le Jazz Non (A Compilation of Nineties NZ Noise)

Various Artists
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Compiled by Bruce Russell (The Dead C, A Handful Of Dust) and released on his Corpus Hermeticum label, Le Jazz Non is the ideal introduction to the first wave of New Zealand free noise. The selection of material is of uniformly high quality, though there are particular standouts – A Handful Of Dust’s “The Kabbalah Of The Horse Pegasus” is one of their most furious live trio outings, mutant streams of feedback piercing the listener’s third eye; Rain’s “Invisible” is one of their most haunted, inscrutable offerings, pensive and hushed; and the contribution by Empirical, “Howsomever”, is a relatively rare, and welcome, slab of low-end voltage from Marcel Bear and his self-invented instrument, the shimsaw, ‘a stretched band of steel with pick-ups’.

Last Glass

Kim Pieters, Peter Stapleton, Bruce Russell
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Kim Pieters and Peter Stapleton (both of Flies Inside The Sun and Rain), and Bruce Russell (of A Handful Of Dust and The Dead C.), are immediately sympathetic on Last Glass. It’s not too much of a surprise – particularly given Stapleton sometimes joined Russell and Alastair Galbraith in A Handful Of Dust – but what’s particularly winning about Last Glass is just how comfortable the three artists are in each other’s presence. There’s something vertiginous about their playing, as though they’re fully intent on pushing their music off the cliff’s edge and letting it vault down, watching it spin and writhe its way through the skies. Russell’s guitar is particularly woozy, often scraped and scarred with metal slide; Pieters’s bass is sensuous and sidereal, Stapleton’s drums propulsive and dazzling. And when they recuse themselves from their usual instruments and send hissing washes of synth across the home studio, things get particularly delirious. Last Glass is an overlooked gem.

Surface Of The Earth

Surface of the Earth
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Surface Of The Earth’s debut album, from 1995, is one of the monoliths of New Zealand free noise. The trio — Paul Toohey, Donald Smith, and Tony McGurk — were based in Wellington, where they were part of a small group of like-minded souls, including The Garbage & The Flowers and Fever Hospital, whose insularity allowed their music to develop slowly, incrementally. Surface Of The Earth applied that pace to the very nuts and bolts of their music, though — this double album consists of nine blocks of asphalt-grey drone, a desolate, yet strangely urban sound: think the humming of power stations, the singing of long electric wires, the shorting static of tannoys. It sounds as though it’s broadcasting from several miles away from where you’re listening, and it pours from the speakers like treacle and molasses.

The Ark

Tanaka-Nixon Meeting
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Tanaka-Nixon Meeting was a duo of Michael Morley (The Dead C, Gate) and Danny Butt (Flies Inside The Sun, Rain). They released four singles and two albums across the mid-late nineties, most of which documented a strangely compelling, ongoing duet between guitar (Morley) and cello (Butt). There’s something quite psychologically enclosed about the music here – the dialogue between the two players feels, not quite tentative, but possessed of a particular reserve. On The Ark‘s opener, “Merlot Ties”, Butt sends quivering high-pitched scrapes from the cello sailing across a crushing delay-repeat guitar figure from Morley – swimming in reverb, it’s as though the guitar itself is trying to stutter its way through a weave of hissing electronics and amplification. Like plenty of the music from this scene, it’s loosely conversational without falling into a predictable responsive model of improvisation; rather, you can hear similar sensibilities playing out along parallel lines.

Siberian Earth Curve

Birchville Cat Motel
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By the time of his second album proper, Siberian Earth Curve, Campbell Kneale of Birchville Cat Motel had already built quite a catalogue of limited releases via his self-run Celebrate Psi Phenomenon label. But this was one of his first international releases, and it’s a significant statement of intent. Much like its self-titled predecessor, Siberian Earth Curve proceeds at a leisurely pace, with Kneale applying and removing coatings of coal-deep and pitch-black noise slowly – there’s a real sense of grace, and measured sensitivity, on tracks like the closing title piece, or “Snakes Bark Maple”. There’s something seductive in the way Kneale builds his music, too, and a real capacity for the listener to be lost in time – it’s an early, yet quite articulate, expression of Kneale’s unceasing love for the elemental eternal.

Sediment

Rain
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While Rain shared a similar membership to New Zealand group Flies Inside The Sun – they were basically the latter group less one member – there’s something quite distinct about how this trio explores the parameters of free music. Across Sediment, can hear a collective mind slowly slip loose from the anchorings of rock, and if there’s any relationship back to Peter Stapleton’s tenure in Terminals, or his and Kim Pieters’ time in Dadamah, it’s rendered tenuous by the album’s conclusion. Danny Butt’s guitar and electronics help to unmoor proceedings further, and even when they’re lost in lagoons of drone – see the album highlight, the gorgeous “Lost Angel Memory” – the playing has an of-the-moment radiance, as the waves of guitar hum, cymbal wash, and electronics envelop everything in mist and fog.

Roslyn

Witcyst
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Witcyst is one of the most unpredictable and productive underground artists from New Zealand. Based in Whangarei, in the Northland region of the North Island, he’s wildly prolific, with over 1000 albums to his name, many still available for download via his LifeSpace label blog. In the nineties he released a number of cassettes and lathe-cut records, but Roslyn was his only full-length CD at the time, and it’s as good an entry point as any, made up of a flood of distorted, overloaded miniatures, often for guitar and voice – there’s a rough folksiness to some of them that might remind you of the weirder Sentridoh albums, but Witcyst’s music is way more surreal and far-ranging than that. If he’s focused more on these snapshots of anti-melody throughout Roslyn, there’s much more to explore throughout his dense back catalogue, including some choice collaborations with underground lifers like John Olson (of Wolf Eyes) or Prick Decay.

I Can See Inside Your House

White Winged Moth
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The first solo album by Thela’s Dean Roberts is an intimate collection of fragile guitar, piano and spoken word. There’s something almost forensic in the way he understands what the guitar can do – from chiming downwards strokes and flinty strums, which give the album the feeling of a disconnected Slint rehearsal, or an abandoned This Heat recording session, to lush chimes and ghostly scrapes, Roberts is able to source strange, unpredictable poetry from the guts of the instrument. It’s all grounded by an amorphous, floating purr and hum, and the whirr and clamour of four-track recording in a share house bedroom, cold and alone, but not unpleasantly so, parts of I Can See Inside Your House are almost like a psychological dissection of art made in isolation.

Quad

Omit
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The deeply individual, secretive soundworlds of Blenheim’s Clinton Williams, aka Omit, make for some of New Zealand’s most genuinely mind-altering music. Since starting out in the late 1980s, he’s self-released a batch of small-run cassettes and CD-Rs on his own labels, Deepskin Conceptual Mind Music and Sysecular, most of which are accompanied by his detailed, sci-fi-surrealist drawings; some also come with abstract scores for the pieces. Given how highly structural Omit’s electronic music is – on the two cassettes (or, when reissued in 1997, three discs) of Quad, think the austere-yet-cosmic electronics of Conrad Schnitzler and Klaus Schulze, with field recordings and mangled, mutant found sounds slotted deep into the folds of the compositions – it’s in some ways surprising he’s so aligned with NZ’s free noise scene, but there’s a shared ethos here, of exploratory vision, and making the most out of minimal, home-crafted and jerry-rigged equipment.

Flies Inside the Sun

Flies Inside the Sun
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On their first album, An Audience Of Others (Including Herself), you could hear Flies Inside The Sun collaborators Kim Pieters (bass, vocals) and Peter Stapleton (drums, radio, lyrics) allowing the last vestiges of song form to fall away from their music; accompanied by fellow group members Brian Crook (guitar) and Danny Butt (guitar, synth, cello), they see-sawed between structure and freedom. With their second, self-titled set, the quartet sound immediately comfortable, in full possession of their faculties, and able to sketch tornados of sound out of the barest of elements – a stray rhythm, a stuttering bass line, Pieters’ hazy vocals – with the simplest brush of noise or flicker of texture sending these six songs spiralling into different realities. At times, it recalls the fragile symmetries of The Raincoats’ Odyshape, or a more languid Ut; at other times, Flies Inside The Sun corral fearsome storms out of their dewy, vaporous surroundings.

R136a

RST
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R136a was RST’s debut album, a CD on Thurston Moore’s Ecstatic Peace! label that pulls together a number of tracks from previous, limited-run releases, and adds a selection of new material from this most singular guitarist, Andrew Moon. R136a plays out as an index of potential for the simple interface of one person, a guitar, and an amplifier – as a solo guitar album, it’s surprisingly rich with different textures and approaches, though there’s a murkiness and cloaking to the recordings that has them sharing a hermetic mood. There are some blissful clouds of tone float here, like the lovely “Tin Sun”, which captures daybreak in misty climes, but some of the most compelling moments are when you can hear Moon’s very physical grappling with his instrument, none more so than on the fifteen-minute rush of adrenalin and feedback frenzy that is ”Event Horizon”.

Argentina

Thela
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Thela were a relatively short-lived trio from Auckland who cottoned on to the pleasure of guitar strings vibrating in intimate consort. Argentina, their second album, was recorded in New York in 1996, with drummer and percussionist Tom Surgal as co-producer. His influence seemed to be one of streamlining the explorations of guitarists Dean Roberts and Dion Workman, and drummer Paul Douglas (aka Rosy Parlane), such that the five pieces on this album are remarkably focused; see the chiming, lulling guitar of the second track, or the great arcs of drone that slide across the fourth track, with Douglas’s drums marking out rhythms that circle around and comment on the humming, huffing masses of tone that the guitarists send into the air. It’s a little like a slow motion This Heat, if they’d collaborated with minimal pioneers Remko Scha and Arnold Dreyblatt.

The Dew Line

Gate
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With his solo project Gate, Michael Morley of The Dead C has explored wide terrain, from sluggish free rock to wailing arcs of feedback, through thick walls of electronics and even, on Saturday Night Fever, bowdlerised disco. But The Dew Line is one of his finest and most coherent albums. Bleary-eyed and downcast, the opening three songs, “Millions”, “Needed All Words”, and “Have Not”, still feel like career bests, the blank layers of drone that support “Needed All Words” giving way to the thick, heady two-chord strum of “Have Not”, Morley’s voice muffled, lost in the grain. From there, The Dew Line blurs into a series of indistinct secular hymns to shortwave broadcasts and long-distance communications.

Copula

Doramaar
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The debut album by this short-lived New Zealand quartet is engagingly tentative at points, remarkably confident at others. Sarah Stephenson, Adria Morgan, Kim Pieters and Andre Richardson are perched here on the very edge of structure, balancing on a knife’s-edge; it’s thrilling to hear how they respond to one another across these six improvisations. There’s a low-fidelity murkiness to some of the performances – see the blurred contours of “We May Say ‘That’s Not It And Still That’s Not It’”, where the guitar and bass creep like fungi, or scuttle like crabs across sand; the opener, “Socrates Was Dreaming, And Many Centuries Later Hegel Is Dreaming Too” strands Pieters’s languorous sighs across an oil-slick of slowly morphing organ drone. It’s a private, inward-looking music, of esoterica and spirit, but also very much the result of people interacting in a room, an everyday kind of engagement, made mysterious by the obscuring effects of the recording device.

Synaptic Acres

Sandoz Lab Technicians
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By the time they recorded and released Synaptic Acres, Sandoz Lab Technicians were a trio – James Kirk, Tim Cornelius and Nathan Thompson – with a number of albums and self-released lathe-cut singles under their collective belt. It’s always felt like one of their most expansive and assured collections of free improvisation; if earlier albums were piecemeal, though in a creative way – bustling miniatures of spacious clatter and hyperactive spirit-chasing – Synaptic Acres, like its predecessor Let Me Lose My Mind Gracefully, is a long, slow exhale. The playing could still work up a heady stream of low-level activity, but the trio let things fall more gracefully – the slithering, snakecharming wind instruments of the opening “Plethora of Exotic Mandibles” play out like a surrealist open-air recital; “Ion Drifters” strings jittery guitar interventions and subsonic thuds out across a bleak midwinter landscape.

Enfolded In Luxury

Sleep
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In an interview with musician and critic Michel Henritzi, Kim Pieters of Sleep noted that “My emphasis in improvisation is on mutual exchange, on dialogue. A relationship between subjects, each person is responsible for their contribution.” On Enfolded In Luxury, the quartet of Pieters, Peter Stapleton, Nathan Thompson and Su Ballard achieve such mutual exchange, but it expands beyond the inter-personal into the spatial – you can hear not only that these are musicians engaging in dialogue, but that the collective is in dialogue with their immediate surroundings, through their awareness of sound’s transmission through space (in this case, a studio in Purakaunui, Otago). As with many of their peers, and the members’ own other outfits (Sandoz Lab Technicians, Rain, Flies Inside The Sun, etc.), Sleep engage rock instrumentation in startingly un-rock ways, while the regular interruptions of violin, synth, and shortwave radio act as welcome disruptors.

The Operation of the Sonne

The Dead C
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The Dead C had always worried away at the divide between song and improvisation, but The Operation Of The Sonne is the album where they blew everything apart. Coming after their early classic, Harsh 70s Reality, The Operation Of The Sonne is raw with the confidence of a group that’ve discovered their raison d’être – to extend rock music by dismantling its fundamental structures. Bruce Russell’s hermetic recitation on “The Marriage Of Reason & Squalor” is caught up in a scrum of analogue synth and meandering guitar; by the side-long “Air”, recorded live at the Empire Tavern, everything’s reduced to component parts, the trio’s guitars channelling pure element. At the time, it seemed like The Dead C couldn’t get any freer or more elliptical, but they’d soon put paid to that misguided sentiment.

Now Gods, Stand Up for Bastards

A Handful of Dust
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A Handful Of Dust’s recordings document real-time performance – the unadorned interaction of human, instrument, and amplification, captured by stereo recording. For the duo of Bruce Russell (also of The Dead C) on guitar and Alastair Galbraith on violin, the material on Now Gods, Stand Up For Bastards captures a responsiveness that moves beyond simple ‘call-and-response’ improvisation, and rather is about carving blocks of abraded tone through simple physical processes. The way they conduct feedback, or draw mangled noise from manipulated strings, can feel brutish, but there’s elegance to it, too. When Peter Stapleton joins on drums – here, on the fifteen-minute “The Expulsion Of The Triumphant Beast” – he acts both as a disruptive element, challenging Russell and Galbraith to respond to a new set of conditions, and as another force of energy within the group. It’s deeply human music.

K-Group

K-Group
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K-Group is a project of Paul Toohey from Surface Of The Earth. On this, his first solo album, the sound isn’t a million miles away from the host outfit – charred, chiselled blocks of sound, moved around at near-glacial pace – but there’s a little more activity here; using guitar, recording to cassette, he develops drone pieces that hang in the air, like abstract cloud formations, sometimes grey and foreboding, other times orange-red and livid. What constantly surprises about K-Group is the album’s depth of field. For an album that’s basically built around one guitar and an incredibly simple idea – what can this instrument do when it’s making noise in slow motion – it’s a rich, ofttimes radiant collection of material. Toohey is also smart to break it up into shorter pieces, as though, somehow, K-Group is a pop album – it’s just been submerged in twenty layers of mud, tar and fossil.