plenum tipical drone with charlie fischer (percussions) and remixed with love

photo credit: Thomas Grimm

drawning up

First of all, really? Is it really 6 years ago that Austrian stalwarts of weirdness and this nucleus of avantgarde hedonism have blessed the planet with their latest full-length album? It is indeed. Yet unbelievable considering how “bulbul 6″ has accompanied us over these years. Well, it must be admitted that there was an undisputed yearning for new stuff arising with every spin and when the Vienna based three-piece announced works on a new album in mid 2013 the joy was unbearable.

And here we are: entering a universe consisting of antagonisms such as accessibility and denial, degeneration and full bloom, similarity and dichotomy. And vegetables. A lot of bands and music are described to be eclectic these days but truth be told, Bulbul again come across like a band for whom this term must have been invented. But while the Austrians do not shop pop history they chase through it, sometimes gently ripping parts out and incorporating in their own sound, sometimes they pillage through the leftovers of inspiration that might have driven pop music in years past and don’t even wait for until they are back at the parking lot. They smash it right there, in the museum and create something new, unbelievably vital, haunting and unbearable. Bulbul are taking contemporary music to a meta level by not only turning the upside down, they change perspective from every angle, the unimportant becomes important, the blurry focussed, straight ends up curvy and squared becomes round – quoting the concept of Auto Destructive Art by Gustav Metzger.

This all sounds academic to you? Well, in that case, screw the writer of these lines and put the record on! Become sucked into the maelstrom-like groove, jump on the sled and ride down this slope of quotation and hunt down the references ranging from Kinks through Cpt. Beefheart, Rhys Chatham, Django Reinhart, Abner Jay, Fats Domino, Bob Dylan into the glorious climax of Bulbul themselves who fear not even a rape chase of their own copyrights. Get your brain chopped into pieces (that’s what the German title of the record means).

The album was recorded in an old farmhouse in the Austrian wilderness breathing in the specific sonority of its hayloft. Responsible for tracking was the longtime acolyte of the band, Ollmann Brunbauer. Aside from the usual guitars, drums and bass an armada of hand-crafted instruments such as umbrellas, tennis rackets, bicycle wheels, cooking lids and mattocks were used. The tracks then have been digitally revised and bludgeoned.

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BULBUL "Fire"

Quinteros/Ferrian/Pissavini trío

Stefano Ferrian: saxo
Cecilia Quinteros: cello
Luca Pissavini: contrabajo

Ferrian/Quinteros/Pissavini trío - intakt -

IZEN - Lightningbanana_ultraROUGH_2011_uddercow

Animal Psychology

This is me performing a very reduced Piano solo piece I composed last year. The piece now exists in five different versions, and I intend to write alternative endings, too. The more open the form, the better! The recording took place, hilariously, I find in retrospect, in front of 35 Japanese and Austrian businesspeople in the course of an award ceremony for three of them at the Austrian embassy in Tokyo in June last year. We sort of stumbled upon this concert in the course of Ens. Platypus' Re:construction 2014 exchange project. They seemed to like it - or maybe they were just super polite, who knows. Anyway - here goes!

band/linie/horizont I (2014)

Alex Elgier: piano
Cecilia Quinteros: cello



Alex Elgier / Cecilia Quinteros

music & lyrics: maja osojnik, from a new album Let them grow, released feb 2016 on Rock is Hell (dbl LP) and Unrecords (CD)
if you want to buy an album please visit:
http://mo.klingt.org
or digital:
https://letthem.bandcamp.com/releases

05 Hello I Can Not Find My Head

Agustín Genoud   voz
Alex Elgier   piano
Jorge Espinal   guitarra
Cecilia Quinteros   cello

