A 480 is a collection of repetitive, process-oriented virtual signal process pieces rendered entirely in the digital sphere. The pieces consist of originally composed, data rendered sample sources.
A 480 are vocal pieces. All the sounds are sourced from the 'voice' and confront the nature of the voice in the age of data. The virtual choirs are convoluted versions of actual recorded singers that have been unpersonally sourced, downloaded, then disembodied, disfigured, and displaced over forty times, finally reappearing here through a convoluted process of digital reincarnation. Hopefully this work is not their final destination.
The voices are curationally divided into short loops of different lengths in an audio loop program and played at different speeds across 4 different channels. Slight temporal variations fade in and out over time in constant flux, occasionally pausing for immersion in a pulse chamber before it moves onto another. The length of the looped samples are adjusted one at a time— lengthened and shortened, and at times switched out altogether, to reveal how seemingly minute temporal variations have impactful effects on overarching rhythm, melody, and energy.
Because of their evolutionary nature, the way they unfold and morph over long stretches of time, they have the capacity to be passive pieces of music that are environmental in function, though attentive listens reveal formal artifice expressed through carefully composed harmonic narratives and unique expressions of compressed melodic counterpoint.
released April 20, 2014
Artwork: A reprocessed Daniele De Batté image by Myran Elian
A 2014 GATE production
i listened to this album looking out the window on an airplane, and that felt like the perfect place for it. music that is so of the air, so totally heavenly, while literally in the air. sublime equilibrium like that doesn't happen every day. Evan Greenwald
Mesmerizing, hypnotic, scary, sad, and beyond fantastic. For some reason my mind plays a visual of a serial killer located in a dark, dirty, dank and disgusting bottom floor in an abandoned metal asylum hacking victims apart wearing a slight grin while this album plays in the background. I know that's not what this album is intended for. Perhaps I watch one too many horror movies. But then again, my avatar speaks volumes. D dihmonik