"This is one of those tapes that’s fingernails on a chalkboard for people who aren’t into noise. The sounds are sourced from air and ventilation intakes. Some of my personal favorites for field recording. Of course there is digital manipulation. Ambient rumble and grey noise is pulled and tweezed into fine, spindly drifts of tone that raise the hair on the back on my neck and make me tense like a good horror movie. Glass takes the endless hum of the modern world and brings it forward, pulling out the qualities that give us migraines and anxieties. We tune out these sounds as we go about our days, but when they are harvested and served back to us as music or art, it’s a smack in the face with the constant affront that the urban soundscape is. I love it."
We Need No Swords
"Glass makes perfect sense on Verz, but its thick, prickly textures would be a stand-out addition to any label’s roster. Based around recordings from air and ventilation intakes, Sulidae applies his usual meticulous processing to transform these humble sound sources into mysterious drifts of vibration. As always, there’s plenty going on, but in a low-key way. Claggy exhalations call out through viscous clouds. Abrasive scrapes and jittery clicks nibble at blankets of soft matter. The compositions often seem to exist in a transitional state, somewhere between a solid and a gas, their hazy shrouds exhibiting a tactile physicality that always just eludes our grasp.
‘Evening Ventilator Vision’ sets woodpecker chirrups against ruminative gurgles in a suite of object-oriented battle raps. Kettle whistles and whining huffs add further layers of texture. ‘Wheeled Personal Engine’ is a needling, aggressive beast, its opening salvo of percussive jolts setting up a hissing tantrum that jumps and boogies in Brownian motion. I’d mark its dance card for sure, although the low-voltage murmurs that run along its underside require galoshes (I usually rock brogues, natch) to avoid burned soles.
It’s a yes from me, basically. And if this kind of thing appeals, ‘Petrification and Strife’ on Hemisphäreの空虚 is also well worth your time. It is, if anything, even more claustrophobic than ‘Glass’, Sulidae rustling up broad nets of clucking wire-wool hubbub from various everyday stuff to swaddle your ears and brain. The result is a kind of enigmatic banal, a pavane of the ordinary reminding us that even the most familiar things can hold a strangeness within."