A fluxus album in the late industrial manner after Kommissar Hjuler. The discussion between the Kommissar and Mama Baer is transformed and cut up then delivered to differing backings, each time accompanied by destruction.
You won't be able to understand the text even if you do speak German because it's fragmented quite substantially - the male parts were grouped together and the female parts likewise (ooer) and then they were redeployed often simultaneously, undermining any idea of 'conversation'. At other points the silences are removed and the order of key phrases altered. The tin can layer is also highly fragmented and was made with the express intention of not just turning it into metred pulse.
"Die Antizipation des 'Generalised Other'" is a beautiful philosophical conversation between Kommissar Detlev Hjuler and Frau Hjuler aka Mama Baer. Many variations and settings have been made over the past few years and this is my contribution to the Schoener Hjuler Memorial Fund. The text was initially separated out into the male and female parts, the pitch was brought closer together and then an action-painted "cut-up" was performed on the material. Over the top of this now re-fixed verbal material was superimposed the destruction of a couple of fizzy pop cans and a few sliced-up organ chords. There are four "variations" each with different 'backing' and towards the end each is progressively more and more damaged and screwed about with. In the middle of the piece is a distraction: a 45-minute meditation (with absurd interruptions) so that by the time the final variation is delivered at least some of the material will hit the listener as memory-based rather than "more of the same" based. According to the Kommissar, it sounds a bit like 'Nurse With Wound' - I'm not sure myself but I'm always keen to see the popmusic/concertmusic thing undermined so bring it on!!!! This is a fairly representative album and I plan to do a lot more of these verbal things in the future. Ever since hearing Berio's "Laborintus II" as a kid, I've always felt that perfection (if it can be attained at all) will come from something where speech is the main melody.... of course it won't come through THIS type of degrading/degraded thing, but the beauty of failing to achieve beauty is in the grotesque striving..... or something..... waffling now (will shut up now) x
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