LUXURY (CD AUDIO)
DEFLAG HAEMORRHAGE / HAIEN KONTRA
humiliated (3:17)
paso disjunct doble (1:29)
western guts (3:47)
how will it be enforced? (3:48)
contrast of saturation: resection penetratia (10:30)
it's not your fault you are the authentic version of what the rest of us can only imagine (3:37)
this this this this this this this (4:07)
a fucking con (6:07)
context* (1:02)
"lacguage = noumenal sarcoshyce" [sic] (5:38)
komo deboro parasitic empathy: text eyes humger striker (6:56)
"devocalise: [not to be heard] revocalise! "blocksperree!" revocalise! (1:38)
submucosa (2:48)
oxygen of disavowal (9:37)
victory for the psyche (3:08)
your process of legitmisation (6:43)
august 2009 release ; first of two sets from the drums / guitar (respectively) duo of tim goldie & mattin, this being the short, sharp shock volume of song-length improv-blasts ...
mattin (computer feedback, voice, guitar)
" " (sic) tim goldie (drums, voice, credit card, amplifier).
all tracks recorded by " " (sic) tim goldie except number 12 ('field recording at huntigdon life sciences') by zoe broughton, and number 16 recorded by mattin. mastered by daniel beattie. all tracks edited from improvisations. edition of 500 copies, with 2 double-sided a5 cards packaged in oversized luxurious metallic golden foil envelope with sticker attached.
defusing preconceptions of what a live event should be and degrading its components - the sound, the performance, the audience - without imposing aesthetic or moral limits: this is the reason for being of deflag haemorrhage / haien kontra, the project born in 2001 from the minds of two of the most unpredictable and 'conceptual' contemporary sonic activists: mattin and " "[sic] goldie. ferocity and immobility, instruments abused and unused, musicians zombiefied in their 'stage persona' and in general the sense of psychosis, of necessary superfluousness that gushes from every gesture, from each decision taken by this anglo-basco duo make their live event an experience that is all but impossible to relate to, at least until they've stripped you of the costuming of dominant culture.
- valerio tricoli
