Ezio Piermattei & Ben Presto // The Balsamic Doctrine TAPE
Prepare for the sound of sound itself; selected with a master's experience, creaking like ancient mosaic tiles.
Stray voices glitter through the hard blue sky, a piano diddles in the staccato forever, tape-crackle dusts the flexible speech streams with meaning. A heart-breaking shanty (language incomprehensible to my cloth ears) leads a jailhouse harmonica into static electric champagne.
Yet this is somehow also a rich and loamy offering. The essence of Piermattei & Presto's sound is well-rotted, mulched; an entanglement of textures in varying states of deliberate decay. The occasional fresh nugget (the atmospheric organ drone, the motorbike cough of a clearing throat) that slices through only adding to the essential fatty marbling that further sizzles your ears.
Like the careful un-folding of Luc Ferrari's brittle ghost. In terrible times this is a timely reminder of what it means to be truly alive.
--Joe Murray (Posset, Papal Bull)
Ezio Piermattei: tapes, objects, voice, instruments, assemblage
Ben Presto: tapes, found videos, old pc, plunderphonics
Voice on Nobody Travels # 1 by Chiara Fiori
Cover collage by Ezio Piermattei
Ezio Piermattei & Ben Presto // The Balsamic Doctrine TAPE
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Mainly releasing electro-acoustic collaboration worksReleased in September 2 by two Italian music writers from the UK steep gloss. Includes 2020 songs of about 9 minutes.
Like a couple o'guilded porkers, their snouts rooting in the damp leaves, Ezio and Ben sniff out some spectacular sonic truffles for your groaning table.
Prepare for the sound of sound itself; selected with a master's experience, creaking like ancient mosaic tiles.
Stray voices glitter through the hard blue sky, a piano diddles in the staccato forever, tape-crackle dusts the flexible speech streams with meaning. A heart-breaking shanty (language incomprehensible to my cloth ears) leads a jailhouse harmonica into static electric champagne.
Yet this is somehow also a rich and loamy offering. The essence of Piermattei & Presto's sound is well-rotted, mulched; an entanglement of textures in varying states of deliberate decay. The occasional fresh nugget (the atmospheric organ drone, the motorbike cough of a clearing throat) that slices through only adding to the essential fatty marbling that further sizzles your ears.
Like the careful un-folding of Luc Ferrari's brittle ghost. In terrible times this is a timely reminder of what it means to be truly alive.
--Joe Murray (Posset, Papal Bull)
Ezio Piermattei: tapes, objects, voice, instruments, assemblage
Ben Presto: tapes, found videos, old pc, plunderphonics
Voice on Nobody Travels # 1 by Chiara Fiori
Cover collage by Ezio Piermattei
Prepare for the sound of sound itself; selected with a master's experience, creaking like ancient mosaic tiles.
Stray voices glitter through the hard blue sky, a piano diddles in the staccato forever, tape-crackle dusts the flexible speech streams with meaning. A heart-breaking shanty (language incomprehensible to my cloth ears) leads a jailhouse harmonica into static electric champagne.
Yet this is somehow also a rich and loamy offering. The essence of Piermattei & Presto's sound is well-rotted, mulched; an entanglement of textures in varying states of deliberate decay. The occasional fresh nugget (the atmospheric organ drone, the motorbike cough of a clearing throat) that slices through only adding to the essential fatty marbling that further sizzles your ears.
Like the careful un-folding of Luc Ferrari's brittle ghost. In terrible times this is a timely reminder of what it means to be truly alive.
--Joe Murray (Posset, Papal Bull)
Ezio Piermattei: tapes, objects, voice, instruments, assemblage
Ben Presto: tapes, found videos, old pc, plunderphonics
Voice on Nobody Travels # 1 by Chiara Fiori
Cover collage by Ezio Piermattei
artist: Ezio Piermattei & Ben Presto
label: steep gloss
Mainly releasing electro-acoustic collaboration worksReleased in September 2 by two Italian music writers from the UK steep gloss. Includes 2020 songs of about 9 minutes.
Like a couple o'guilded porkers, their snouts rooting in the damp leaves, Ezio and Ben sniff out some spectacular sonic truffles for your groaning table.Prepare for the sound of sound itself; selected with a master's experience, creaking like ancient mosaic tiles.
Stray voices glitter through the hard blue sky, a piano diddles in the staccato forever, tape-crackle dusts the flexible speech streams with meaning. A heart-breaking shanty (language incomprehensible to my cloth ears) leads a jailhouse harmonica into static electric champagne.
Yet this is somehow also a rich and loamy offering. The essence of Piermattei & Presto's sound is well-rotted, mulched; an entanglement of textures in varying states of deliberate decay. The occasional fresh nugget (the atmospheric organ drone, the motorbike cough of a clearing throat) that slices through only adding to the essential fatty marbling that further sizzles your ears.
Like the careful un-folding of Luc Ferrari's brittle ghost. In terrible times this is a timely reminder of what it means to be truly alive.
--Joe Murray (Posset, Papal Bull)
Ezio Piermattei: tapes, objects, voice, instruments, assemblage
Ben Presto: tapes, found videos, old pc, plunderphonics
Voice on Nobody Travels # 1 by Chiara Fiori
Cover collage by Ezio Piermattei
artist: Ezio Piermattei & Ben Presto
label: steep gloss