"Recorder! Ricorda..." is the first release in Linear Obsessional's cassette series, professionally produced cassettes in uniform designs by David (smallhaus) Little. The artists have worked to produce music specifically for this format.
Officina Errante's piece is an audacious journey through a succession of sonic moods, all sounds recorded on a portable Zoom recorder- the results then manipulated, crunched and highlighted later- time compresses and expands infinitely....tinkles from a borrowed piano add melancholic interludes.. It's almost like a succession of audio postcards or snapshots, each "movement" capturing moments of stasis or energy, urban clamour or rural tranquility the whole work flowing seamlessly with it's own logic.
Officina Errante reworked his piece especially for the cassette format and Linear Obsessional is delighted to present this piece of 21st century musique concrete/sonic travelogue.
released June 22, 2018
Photography by Niina Mahosenaho.
Written and produced by Officina Errante in Tokyo, Tonami and London.
"Richard Sanderson’s brilliantly eccentric Linear Obsessional label has finally entered the cassette age, with this collage of mutated found sounds and home recordings its first release. Linear Obsessional has always eschewed orthodoxy and prevailing trends, focusing instead on the quirky outliers scattered across the experimental music scene, and ‘Recorder! Ricorda’ is no different. Soothing, unsettling and meandering in turn, it is a bonkers odyssey through a meticulously-constructed universe, where itchy clockwork funk segues into pastoral piano interludes and spooky musique-concrete thunks resolve themselves into greasy electronic pools.
If side A takes a scrapbook approach, stitching together its source material to engaging effect while retaining much of its original character, side B is where things get weird. Hefty slabs of drone shift and grumble in such a way to evoke images of huge standing stones in a slo-mo quadrille. Querulous silvery beams float out into darkness, as if borne by invisible moths, then get moulded into sheets of quivering titanium by giant, invisible hands. We’re well down the rabbit hole now, people"
Paul Margree - We Need No Swords