Here's the second installment of my Toronto Discographies series for local showpaper / esoteric monthly Offerings. You can pick up the hard copy in this months edition at local jive spots and musical paraphernalia hubs across the Hipper Toronto Area.
Zacht Automaat fell from the sky, or so it felt one day last year. What other explanation might one have for a band that does not exist... and then suddenly does and before you know it has unleashed hours of record quality material? The genesis defies logic as easily as the music itself evades categorization.
Electrische Duo - (2010)
The only recording by ZA that might be described as somewhat tentative, Electrische Duo represents the collective toe being dipped into the water. Themes are established here that will come to be perfected in future releases. Opening with some Sun Ra-esque space-lounge jazz, the album sets the tone for the rest of the series establishing a set of sounds that will come to be familiar. The hovering synths, the skittering organs, scattershot drumming with savage jazz bass riffage, the mixing of fidelities all hallmarks of the Automaat you will come to appreciate. 5 minutes in side B lets rip with an absolute monster of a jam, a floating mellotron sample repeatedly dive bombing an oscillating bass line atop frantic drums somewhat reminiscent of This Heat. The beginning...
We're Glad You Agree - (2010)
The first of the Medusa tapes, this record and its successor form the centre showpiece of the series. The albumopens with a hymn like organ poem, its synthetic humming sound vaguely reminiscent of Bowie's Low (Side 2) in its gentle mixture of kraut texture and mysterious religiosity. 4 minutes in the opening meditation is violently tossed aside in favour of a chugging Residents do Jazz! exposition, keyboard virtuosity abounds. Next up we are witness to Zacht Automaat's first resounding masterpiece. Ascending organ figures cannon over military snares. Humming-in, a children's melody floats up on echoed glockenspiel, a keyboard does it's best impression of a tuba, the song begins to bubble over with it's own exuberance until 2 and a half minutes in a feral squeal of feedback coupled with pulsing floor tom interrupts and savagely has its way with us. Just as suddenly an extraterrestrial electric piano loop majestically swoops down before absolutely blasting off with a beautifully produced segment of cosmic jazz.
Smart Candle - (2010)
The second Medusa tape, and fraternal siblingof We're Glad You Agree. Smart Candle's first side replicates the animation of the previous record, restlessly opening with a doleful keyboard workout over a minimal bass figure that changes its mind and excitedly jumps into a jittering riff that does its best to contain muted air raid sirens - an ear catching rocker. The record skips on to 10:45 where it unleashes its bubble-gum centre (only briefly) with a pulsing bit of Zuckerzeit-esque audio candy. After the excitement of side 1 it's time to sit down and take a deep breath as side 2 is actually why we've broken out the good china...
I Can Feel The Mold In Me (Dead Slow, No Wake) – (2010)
The third release in the trilogy of tapes released by Medusa (all nicely designed and screened by Jacob Horwood), ICFTMIM stands as somewhat of an anomaly in the ZA catalogue. Digital listeners may see it as something of a challenge as the album is the only one composed of original material that is not broken up into two sides, but plays (outside of the tape release) as a single track. Something else to consider is that the record comes hot on the heels of the epic We're Glad You Agree / Smart Candle sessions - some of the heaviest kosmiche psych this side of early 70's Cologne (you'll think I'm exaggerating until you ingest these albums). The reality is that with diligent listening Mold reveals it's subtle powers. Hi-lites include an absolutely mind warping section of splintered concrete-jazz fuckery at 18 minutes followed by a quintessentially heavy bass riff on McLean's end. A swampy early segment with combined acoustic & electric guitar riffage forges an acid folk look that is totally fascinating and unique in their discography.
As It Is Spoken, So It Shall Be Done – (2010)
As It Is Spoken continues the trend of opening ZA albums with a brief beautiful keyboard melody that seems elemental in it's catchiness, as if it has always existed. We get straight to the business with an invigorating bit of modal key-bop interjected periodically with a violent Doom riff that plays out for much of the first side. Schizophrenically this savage opening soon gives way to some of the most beautiful keyboard music you could hope to encounter. Heard live earlier in the year (the Slim Twig band and Zacht Automaat played a couple shows together), the song at 11:15 was an honestly breathtaking hi-lite in a fantastic set. Achingly expressive melodies tumble forth, one after the other with hardly a moment to repeat themselves as a stately bass line pulses serenely below. The scope is purely baroque, the mood vividly melancholy as if the melodies were written in a heat of desire to return to a state of being knowingly passed. The side closes out with two further pieces composed of alternately dainty and moody melodies, a truly rich passage. While AIIS, SISBD presents some of the most challenging improvisatory passages of the Automaat oeuvre, lurking in the shadows are some of the most beautiful music they have yet committed.
The Smiling Wilderness – (2010)
Appropriately titled, The Smiling Wilderness represents ZA's pastoral album, most easily comparable to Cluster's Sowiesoso or their farm setting collaborations with Eno. Except for a freewheeling passage in the middle section the entire first side is taken up with gently droning tones accompanied by drowsy keyboard trills, much of it set against calming nature sounds. After Zacht Automaat at their most lullaby-like side 2 opens with a more electric gesture. Pulsing a hammered note from a dying organ, even at it's most dissonant The Smiling Wilderness can't help but evoke the workman like repetition of an ant colony or some other natural form of cyclical erosion. Following the bands most neanderthal moment comes a contrasting theme of technical ingenuity, as Didur's mixing comes directly to the forefront of the next track. Over a simple arpeggiated organ hum float several different textures of varying degrees of insectual connotation, floating in and diving out as if in a swarm, everything in it's proper pocket yet always in perpetual motion. A virtuosic foreshadowing of the kind of technical inspiration that defines the opening of their last record glides to an end as the record lazily drifts to it's own conclusion.
Get Baack – (2010)
Zacht Automaat represents to me the seamless culmination of several strands of outsider art-music. Sun Ra's space jazz, Soft Machine's Canterbury Prog, Delia Derbyshire's tape loop machinations, the Residents synth based alternative pop universe, Kosmiche experimentation, the clarity of harpsichord driven baroque rock confronted by the dusty murk of the other end of the 60's psych spectrum. In this light it may seem puzzling that Didur and McLean choose to represent themselves among those re-interpreters of the world's most famous Pop moneybags (Get Baack is entirely composed of Beatles covers). I speculate their decision stemmed not only from the challenge of re-illuminating the rote, but also by a genuine kinship in the glory of melody that the Fabs so revelled in. Though the 6 preceding ZA albums do display virtuosic exhibitions of dissonant jammage, equally prominent is a desire to engage listeners with a brightly crafted sense of melody somewhat sympathetic to J, P, G & R's populism. Get Baack presents an opportunity for a new listener to become accustomed with the world of Zacht Automaat (in their unique arrangement ideas, their blend of the synthetic & organic, their organization of songs) through some of the most friendly melodies of all time. For the Automaat fanatic, GB serves as a wonderful stop-gap EP embellished with appropriately sorrowful takes on classics like Long Long Long, Julia & perhaps the heaviest version of Yesterday yet laid to tape.
We Can't Help You If We Can't Find You - (2011)
The goal was to record & release 12 records within a 12 month period. It shouldn't be held against them that ZA only managed 8, nor that this release trickled out just over the year line as their only release of 2011. WCHYIWCFY is a culmination record, the pinnacle in composition, mixing, and song-craft gained through the concentrated experience of a year spent making 7 other records. Testament to their creativity is that by the end of 2010 the Automaat still had just enough gas in the tank to deliver their most dynamic album yet. The record abruptly jolts to life, backwards keyboards panning across both channels in an effort to achieve light speed. Further arpeggiations make themselves known, guitar strings skitter to life a little further down the runway, things are moving impossibly quickly as finally a groove sneaks it's way out from under the track, fading in just as the details on land diminish, the earth expanding below. The record loses no steam in the aftermath of it's vivid opening, blazing through with a burning menace till the final song of the first side. Impossibly paced, the side closes out in the most pop-glorious terms possible, a fervent electric harpsichord ringing out the Automaat's most delicious melodies yet. A whirlwind side, Didur & McLean's best. Side 2 finds equal exhilarations, particularly a return to the scorching psych guitar in it's middle section but I think the series is best summed up by returning to this records opening evocation of a lift-off. In their ambition, in both their song-craft and fringier explorations, in their warm production style and adventurous mixing Zacht Automaat has come to define engaging art-pop exhilaration for me. I see the aircraft analogy as a fitting one representing ZA's disregard for the commonly assumed notions about that pesky thing called gravity. The Automaat defy time, money, dedication, ambition – issues that tether most musical acts to earth. They invite you on a lengthy and involved trip, one that would not be possible were it not for the information they've gleaned from cosmic voyagers across the ages. Zacht Automaat is now in possession of the flight plan, it's time to go...