Review: Five Years Erased Tapes -Memorable Moments at the Paradiso

(This is my own English interpretation of the Dutch review I wrote for Gonzo (circus) here.)

The label Erased Tapes Records, situated in London but founded by the German Robert Rath, celebrates its fifth anniversary this year. A good enough reason to treat the European audiences to something special, they must have thought. Hence a combined tour with three remarkable names from the label's roster through a number of European countries. Together, A Winged Victory for the Sullen, Ólafur Arnalds and Nils Frahm have played twelve shows in nine cities in thirteen days. This is a review of the night they visited the Paradiso in Amsterdam.

One of the great things of entering a venue long before the first note will be played, is that you get a chance to slowly drink in the atmosphere of the place. This night, the Paradiso feels like an enlarged living room, with the floor filled with chairs. Since this is going to be a concert that will benefit immensely by a hushed audience, sitting seems like a good choice. Which brings me to a second great thing of getting to shows like these early: you get to get a good spot near the front row. On stage, the musicians are still quietly and gently testing their instruments, tuning a harp here, checking some cables there. It will only be a short wait until the first act of the night will start playing.

Kubrick-Wonderland
The recent project of pianist/composer Dustin O’Halloran and sound engineer/composer Adam Wiltzie (Sparklehorse, Stars of the Lid), A Winged Victory for the Sullen, is first on the bill tonight. We don't get to see a huge enthralling showbiz entrance of some overly secure rockstars. Instead, we are witness to a humble entering of the stage of five talented musicians who, judging by the way they play their tunes, are no doubt kind souls as well.

After the introductions by O'Halloran and after the first notes slowly start filling up the Paradiso, we are immediately transported to a lunar world of quiet beauty. The combination of the visuals of the moon, the enigmatic staging of the lights and the intense wonder of the music seems to transport us straight into a strange Kubrick-Wonderland. A thousand plateaus higher and we don't even know how we have ended up here. We look at the woman playing the cello, and we have to blink our eyes because we see her changing into a moon goddess, surrounded by a touch of iridescent madness, while she loses herself within her music.

The piano sounds played by O'Halloran seem to carry the soundscape of violin, viola and cello, while Wiltzie uses his guitar to weave a barely audible blanket of drowsy drones. The faces of the musicians show a pure nakedness, wearing only a cloak of intense emotion that the audience in the Paradiso thankfully indulges in. Music played like this demands a full surrender, both from those creating the sounds and from those savouring them.

The audience is insanely quiet, too much overtaken by technically perfected sensation, which unfortunately isn't always the case with beautiful music played live. O'Halloran is happy with the quiet in the crowd and changes instruments with Wiltzie, who takes reins of the piano for the wonderful 'Steep Hills for Vicodin Tears'. O'Halloran plays layers of guitar for extra body and the Holy Trinity of cello, violin and viola functions as the perfect suture between them. The last song gets shaken up slightly by an experimental tinge of noise. The Holy Trinity seems to transform into a primitive creature, in possession of only a nascent form of intelligence, trying to comprehend the function of the instruments. Scratching, patting, feeling -hands go over the cello, harp and viola and we are humble witnesses to the birth of mankind. Beautiful.

Empty Chair

After a short break, it is time for Ólafur Arnalds. The young Icelandic composer is in a great mood and with his gentle and playful banter he manages to win over the crowd before he has even played a single note. He makes jokes with the audience members, gets them to sing along to notes that he plays and easily drags them into his wonderful world. Arnalds knows very well how to create a perfect balance between fun and excited tension, using both his verbal skills and his piano skills. One of Arnalds' strong points is that he knows how to move people with his music, without turning it into a fountain of melodrama.

Then we get to see a nice exhibition of melting new with old technologies. Arnalds takes turns playing three different pianos, and while he moves from the one to the other, we see him using an iPad to do, well, ehm something special no doubt? After playing some time solo, Arnalds is joined by the great cello player Anne Müller and a well dressed violinist, who plays while standing and every now and then has to massage his arms. Then suddenly in the midst of a song an ambient-kick fills up the Paradiso and we spot Nils Frahm sneaking his way up to a piano. The music combined with the compelling lighting has everyone in the crowd catching their breath.

When the song finishes, Frahm leaves the stage again. Now it's time for a solo from the violinist. He plays with a profound intensity and the front rows can hear him sweat and work, breathe and spit. He keeps playing until his violin bow is all used up. Müller follows with a cello solo, less loud, but she creates intensity through finesse. Beautiful.

Arnalds ends his show alone on stage. While he plays a melancholic piano piece, my eyes wander across the stage and I end up looking at the by now deserted and empty chair of Müller. The chair, slightly damaged at the side, standing in the scarce stagelight, forms a perfect symbol for the haunting melody that Arnalds is playing. When his piano sounds start fading away, we suddenly hear a quiet tune being played backstage, getting only slightly louder before fading away as well, like an effervescent elven dream....

Magician
Then it is time for last artist of the night: Nils Frahm. The young German is in a good mood as well, albeit it a little bit less exuberant than Arnalds. Frahm tells us that his manner of playing the piano often results in it needing some new tuning, which is why he has to be the last one of the night. To emphasize his words, he starts using the piano as a percussion instrument.

Frahm then continues with the live always marvelous 'Said & Done'. He starts off the song by playing a high hammering of notes, before he is joined by Arnalds. Together they drink whiskey, together they play the piano and together they remake the song into a wonderful extended version. Then Frahm continues solo, this time playing on an old piano, bought at a flea market. In his words: "A bad song needs a bad piano". Immediately he belies his own words by playing a brilliant piece of work, abundant with high notes. Then suddenly a loud drone hits the stage, as if Sunn O))) is playing next door. The combination of the very high and the very low evokes a slight sense of euphoria in the crowd.

Then, alas, Frahm announces his last song. Lucky for us it is a very long one, in which Frahm loses himself completely. We no longer see a musician, but a magician, a warlock, caught by the unknown and the core of it all. While playing, he seems to be mumbling unintelligible words, and he is changing the very fabric of life, not with strange formulas or lines drawn in the sand, but with music and profound and prolonged passion. Oh such life! And Frahm for a moment controls every aspect of it, at the end wonderfully aided by the way by a magnificent Anne Müller.

Encore
Of course we are treated to an encore. Arnalds joins Frahm and together they drink some more whiskey and try to decide what to play. An uncontrolled and accidental (and enormously loud) Sunn O))) moment leaves half of the audience shell shocked for a bit, but of course the young men on stage are forgiven. After a nice duet between the two of them, all the musicians that have performed tonight join them on the stage for a great collaboration. Nine people playing simultaneously, in a musical piece that seems to grow fuller and fuller every second, until a Godspeed You!-esque cacophony sets the souls of those present in the Paradiso on fire.

When the final notes slowly fade away and the moon goddess literally played her bow into ruins, it takes some time before the crowd realizes that in fact they have not died, but that the heavens have descended upon them, down to earth, on this memorable Monday night in Amsterdam. Let Erased Tapes, inshallah (but if need be even against his will), soon celebrate another five years, just so they have another good excuse to have a collection of musicians like these play together again in one night. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Five years Erased Tapes Labelnight, 15 oktober 2012, Paradiso, Amsterdam.

Nils Frahm - Screws. Negen nummers met negen vingers

Het Londense label Erased Tapes Records blijft verbazen met interessante en ook gewoon domweg leuke releases. Een van de boegbeelden van het label, Nils Frahm, kwam onlangs met een speciale verjaardagsuitgave (hij werd op 20 september 30 jaar) getiteld Screws: negen nummers opgenomen met negen vingers.

Frahm heeft zichzelf zowel met zijn werk op Erased Tapes als met zijn liveshows als een markante moderne pianist laten gelden. Op de scheidslijn tussen klassiek en modern (met hier en daar tinten ambient) weet hij zelfs de niet-geoefende luisteraar in vervoering te brengen. Zijn langspeelplaten Wintermusik (2009) en Felt (2011) zijn ware pareltjes, waarbij vooral Felt eruit springt. Opgenomen in het donker van de nacht in zijn thuisstudio in Berlijn heeft Frahm zijn piano bewerkt met vilt, zodat hij zijn buren niet zou storen. Met microfoons in de piano geplaatst, zo dicht mogelijk bij de geluidsbron, heeft hij een licht ruisende intimiteit weten te bemachtigen die bij veel platen lijkt te ontbreken.

Ook live weet Frahm de barrière tussen muziek, muzikant en luisteraar te slechten. Met pianospel dat tegelijk ontwapenend en intens is, weet hij het publiek in vervoering te brengen en dicht bij zich te houden, zonder de afstand tussen artiest en luisteraar die sommige klassieke concerten lijken te kenmerken. Mooi bij Frahm is dat de glimlach nooit ver weg is, dat de kwinkslag een belangrijke plek heeft in het geheel der vervoering. Ook hiermee weet hij ervoor te zorgen dat de aandacht nooit weg ebt.

Onlangs bracht de sympathieke Duitser dus een speciale verjaardagsuitgave uit: Screws. Negen nummers opgenomen met negen vingers. Na een ongelukkig ongeval, waarbij Frahm uit zijn stapelbed viel in zijn studio, brak hij zijn duim. Ondanks de voorgeschreven rust door zijn dokter, besloot Frahm toch om zich over zijn piano te buigen, wat uiteindelijk resulteerde in negen nieuwe nummers. In zijn gebroken duim waren vier schroeven ingebracht, wat de titel van het nieuwe werk verklaart. De plaat wordt later dit jaar door Erased Tapes Records uitgebracht in een gelimiteerde vinyl uitgave, maar de muziek kan reeds hier worden gedownload of gestreamed op Soundcloud. Wederom een wonderlijke release van een markant pianist én mens.

In Frahm zijn eigen woorden:

'I am sitting in front of a sheet of paper. My right hand is bending over my left thumb. The first day I got out of my cast I could bend it by 15°. Now I am already at 50° and that makes me happy. Things are going uphill...

As you can imagine, it is really bad news for a pianist when he gets diagnosed with a broken thumb. That day I was sitting in the emergency room, feeling rather dizzy while thinking of a zillion shows coming up and all the people involved around it. I realised in that moment how busy things have become. It is hard to turn down interesting projects and opportunities, since I surely love my work. It actually never felt like work. Playing piano and playing it for wonderful people is the greatest joy I can imagine.

For a couple of days I felt like this all could be over. How pathetic. But hey – also feeling sorry for yourself has its place somewhere. All of a sudden I had so much time, an unexpected holiday. I cancelled most of my schedule and found myself being a little bored. Even though my doctor told me not to touch a piano for a while, I just couldn't resist. I started playing a silent song with 4 fingers on my left and the remaining 5 on my right hand. I set up one microphone and recorded another tune every other night before falling asleep.

The day I got rid of my cast I had recorded 9 little tunes. They have helped me feel less annoyed about my accident and reminded me that any good is something I can only achieve, when I am making the most out of what I've got.

Thank you all for listening!

With lots of love,

Nils


Ter ere van het vijfjarig jubileum van Erased Tapes vindt er een speciale Europese tour plaats met Nils Frahm, Ólafur Arnalds en A Winged Victory For The Sullen. Zie hieronder voor de speeldata.