olas Jaar has graduated-- at least from the trappings of any young electronic music producer (his graduation from Brown University is 18 months away). Four years after his debut on the Brooklyn label Wolf + Lamb, and the much lauded follow up 'Time for Us', whose glacial slow-jam take on house sent journalists scrambling for adjectives, the 20 year old New Yorker by way of Chile returns to Circus Company with Space is Only Noise, an uncompromising manifesto on traces of the past, love lost, and specters of the future. 

Having previously contributed to the catalog twice with his 'Marks and Angels' EP as well as the sublime 'Your Waltz' on the Snuggle and Slap compilation, we are delighted to present his first foray into the realm of the long player. 

Jaar has made it quite apparent over the course of his nascent catalog and increasingly sought after live sets that challenge is an intrinsic part of his creative discourse. Few are the producers of any age with the cohones to ride a sub-100-bpm tempo at peak time in the techno Mecca of Berlin, and fewer still are those who receive an ecstatic hands-in-the-air response for their precocious efforts. It is precisely this sense of risk which elevates Space is Only Noise beyond the realm of valiant first effort or crossover dance music oddity. Those looking to wade through the sea of Jaar’s potential influences will quickly find themselves in the deep waters of golden age Factory records, home spun digitalism of Mille Plateaux, Endtroducing era DJ Shadow and Eric Satie.

Jaar gently coaxes his listener into the experience from the opening sounds of rolling waves on 'Être', but quickly transitions into the sophisticated percussion and meandering melodies that characterise his sound. Jaar seeks, and often finds, beauty in melancholy on the first few tracks of the album. As the album begins to accelerate with 'Too Many Kids Finding Rain In The Dust', Jaar confronts us with the often forgotten reality that our sadness is not mutually exclusive from the dance floor.

Suddenly, on 'Keep Me There', Jaar’s voice appears over the delicious, rumbling melody. "We're in a really bad bed, right?" he remarks. "Mm-- it's not really a bed. It's like a balloon" responds a sultry female voice as they both crumble away in laughter. Though your hips stir to the relentless bassline and the sexiness of the voices, your heart is jolted out of its luxurious malaise when horns erupts seconds later. 

"How can you talk about a landscape without showing the sky and the earth?" a voice asks, translating from the French on 'Être'. So Jaar concludes, revisiting the same track to end the album. Complete landscapes such as these are only realised in contrast- the indulgent against the reserved, the sky against the earth; lightness and darkness. 

Space Is Only Noise is a tour de force with few modern equals, and a great sign of things to come from one of electronic music’s most exciting producers. 


Nicolas Jaar -  Balance Her In Between Your Eyes

Androcell - Neurosomatic Circuit

Sar Omad Zemeston

Yurgen: an awareness of the universe that triggers emotional responses too deep and powerful for words

Yurgen

Iacchus - Yurgen

پياز چيز ديگرى است‎
 دل و روده ندارد‎
تا مغزِ مغز پياز است‎
 تا حد پياز بودن‎
 پياز بودن از بيرون‎
 پياز بودن تا ريشه‎
پياز مى تواند بى دلهره اى
 به درونش نگاه كند‎
 در ما بيگانگى و بى رحمى است
 كه پوست به زحمت آن را پوشانده
جهنم بافت هاي داخلي در ماست
آناتومي پر شور
اما در پياز به جاي روده هاي پيچ در پيچ
فقط پياز است
پياز چندين برابر عريان تر است
تا عمق، شبيه به خودش
پياز وجودي ست بي تناقض
پياز پديده ي موفقي ست
لايه اي درون لايه ي ديگر، به همين سادگي
بزرگ تر كوچكتر را در بر گرفته
و در لايه ي بعدي يكي ديگر يعني سومي ، چهارمي
فوگِ* متمايل به مركز
پژواكي كه به كر تبديل مي شود
اين شد يك چيزي
نجيب ترين شكم دنيا
ز خودش هاله هاي مقدسي مي تند
براي شكوهش
در ما
چربي ها و عصب ها و رگ ها
مخاط و رمزيات
حماقت كامل شدن را از ما دريغ كرده اند

The Onion
The onion, now that’s something else.
Its innards don’t exist.
Nothing but pure onionhood
fills this devout onionist.
Oniony on the inside,
onionesque it appears.
It follows its own daimonion
without our human tears.
 
Our skin is just a coverup
for the land where none dare go,
an internal inferno,
the anathema of anatomy.
In an onion there’s only onion
from its top to its toe,
onionymous monomania,
unanimous omninudity.
 
At peace, of a peace,
internally at rest.
Inside it, there’s a smaller one
of undiminished worth.
The second holds a third one
the third contains a fourth.
A centripetal fugue.
Polyphony compressed.
 
Nature’s rotundest tummy
its greatest success story,
the onion drapes itself in its
own aureoles of glory.
We hold veins, nerves, and fat,
secretions’ secret sections.
Not for us such idiotic
onionoid perfections.

shift2penta - PIAZ (ONION-  vocals  from many of my friends -tribute to SZYMBORSKA)

shift2penta is a solo project start in Tehran and had many collaboration with other artists with different culture and different style from around the world   , mostly focus on ambient and electronic music . someone said life is preparation for transformation to another dimension , sounds fair . sound, smell , color.  shift to fifth element .