о рецензиях...

Вчера я понял почему мне перестало быть интересным читать рецензии на нашу музыку. У них довольно схожий стиль у всех...

Двое музыкантов познакомились там-то и при таких-то обстоятельствах, один живет теперь тут, а второй там. Это их очередной диск из серии такой-то. В треке номер Х классные колокольчики (погремушки, колотушки...), а в треке Y гитара (балалайка, электропила...) похожая на шум вертолета (подводной лодки, кваканье лягушек), трек Z напомнил мне мою любимую группу (писателя, фильм, первую любовь, такое-то состояние...). А вот тут еще немного голоса от Виктории Ханы, которая….

Выражаем глубокий (не очень глубокий) интерес, рекомендуем к покупке тут и даем 4 (5 ,6...) балла из пяти. Сайт тут...

И я понял, почему так. xrundik вот говорит, что причина в том, что в мире почти нет хороших музыкальных журналистов. А по-моему дело в лени. Они просто берут значимую часть инфы с нашего сайта. По моему нужно раз в какое-то время менять там инфу на противоположенную. Например, что мы на самом деле родились на Кубе, что у каждого две консерватории за спиной, и что проект "Лягушки" посвящен лошадям....

Тэги записи: дневник музыканта

спасибо 😉 это я в ответ на это

Grundik+Slava
Frogs
Auris Media / Topheth Prophet

Posted: Friday, August 18, 2006
By: Vlad McNeally

Like a haunting, subtropical journey, Grundik + Slava's Frogs utilizes field recordings, dissonant wailing vocals, and moody drones to paint a tale of frogs and their surreal rain forest home.
The project Grundik + Slava formed while the duo attended university in Tel Aviv; even though Grundik now resides in New York City, this unusual project continues to flourish. Frogs is meant as the second chapter in their "Fauna" series, following up 2004's ...For Electronics and Birds. It's an interesting piece of work that dabbles heavily in ambience, and is rife with field recordings that lend it a very organic sound. In fact, it feels as if Grundik + Slava's intent is to immerse one into their world, weaving an exotic world populated by strange frogs, birds, and other peculiar inhabitants.

With a thick brush of fuzzy electric guitar, "The Forest Made of Rain and Frogs" parts a veil between our world and theirs, revealing a knobby forest rife with croaking frogs and chattering crickets. Electronics soon make their presence known, emanating warm brassy waves of reverberating synth and deep bellowing horns, adding an air of malevolent tension to this nocturnal scene. These synthetic textures depart with the arrival of "A Frog Gets Over His Fear of Water." Here, birds caw and warble overhead, their whistling cry causing the frog to panic, characterized through honking quizzical synths. In the distance, snares clack like snapping reeds while bog water splashes and sloshes and a distant woman chants and howls, becoming a foreboding sign of this amphibian's journey. "The Woman of the Forest and Clouds Like Sheep" is the epicenter of this human presence on Frogs, and also the source of this tale's conflict. Tense metallic drones pinch at one's nerves as it rolls in like a storm front, and bubbling electronic rubble grumbles like thunder, setting up a perfect mood for a priestess' grim ritual intonations. Upon entering "The Forest's Song For Big Red Frog," our protagonist flees from this shaman, yet her tribe is quite aware of the frog's escape. Peals of drums rise up as they go on the hunt, their bongo timbre rollicking and tribal driven on by the priestess' voice, which has risen to a banshee's wail. Our frog does his best to distance himself from the bloodthirsty humans by diving back into the croaking and squeaking denizens of the forest, and to its fortune, after a few minutes the rhythms of the hunt trail off. A bit of soundtrack emerges from the woodland chatter in "The Travel of Water Frog to Neighbour's Forest Through the Rains." In this piece, we find our frog departing his marshy home, with dulcimer-like notes reverberating as if tracking his hasty progress. As his self-imposed exile progresses, the din of the forest changes, its insect chatter changing from crickets to the constant buzzing of flies. Finally, it concludes with "Wet Frog Getting Cold," a rather somber ending where the unfortunate frog has fallen into a dream state. It shivers towards death, haunted by memories of the forest priestess. As this lengthy piece drifts on, it is as if the frog is being pulled down some dark corridor, the echo of cold metallic rods clashing in its hollow expanse. Finally, one can hear the gentle crash of waves upon an underground shore. Perhaps the frog has been dragged into the underworld and this is the sound of a stygian river bank, for it is quite a morbid end to his tale.

Without words, Frogs is quite an interesting journey through Grundik + Slava's imagination. Sort of like an amphibian version of Richard Adams' novel, Watership Down, one can sense the frog's world, the peculiar women of its forest, all painted like tales out of some alien amphibian mythos.

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10 Comments

xrundik says:

26/08/2006 at 13:50

ну лень и бесталанность вообще-то часто идут вместе в одном флаконе
🙂
а делать надо по-моему другое. не тратить время на сочинение новых баек, столь же бесмысленных как и предыдущие, а просто работать себе. хрен с ними с рецензиями, тем более, что как и во всякой другой области, здесь тоже встречаются отличные ребята.
- Слава Смеловский says:
  
  26/08/2006 at 14:03
  
  а пожалуй на уровне социального эксперимента было бы забавно поменять инфу на сайте скажем перед следующим альбомом. я grundik.grusla.com удаляю? там все равно устаревшая инфа.
  - xrundik says:
    
    26/08/2006 at 14:13
    
    удаляй, конечно.
    а социальные эксперименты меня не интересуют 🙂
    а проект лягушки на самом деле ни кому не посвящен, он просто есть.
    кстати, насчет есть. пойду-ка я завтракать...
    - Слава Смеловский says:
      
      26/08/2006 at 14:17
      
      ну-да - это я над фразой "This release is dedicated to the frogs" улыбаюсь с нашего сайта.
      
      приятной трапезы!
      - xrundik says:
        
        26/08/2006 at 14:24
        
        я тоже.
        мне кажется, это я ее писал 🙂
        вообще, все таки я чаще учусь по своим ошибкам, чем по чужим.
        
        xrundik says:
        
        26/08/2006 at 14:25
        
        спасибо, я уже позавтракал 🙂
        приятного тебе ужина
        
        Слава Смеловский says:
        
        26/08/2006 at 14:31
        
        Спасибо 😉
        Как раз пью зеленый чай "белая обезьяна" и смотрю Линча "Кролики". Точнее даже досмотрел уже и стер без жалости. Сумасшедший человек.
Слава Смеловский says:

26/08/2006 at 13:59

ква-го-го...
breakphreak says:

26/08/2006 at 15:05

зачОт 🙂
- Слава Смеловский says:
  
  26/08/2006 at 16:25
  
  спасибо 😉 это я в ответ на это
  
  Grundik+Slava
  Frogs
  Auris Media / Topheth Prophet
  
  Posted: Friday, August 18, 2006
  By: Vlad McNeally
  
  Like a haunting, subtropical journey, Grundik + Slava's Frogs utilizes field recordings, dissonant wailing vocals, and moody drones to paint a tale of frogs and their surreal rain forest home.
  The project Grundik + Slava formed while the duo attended university in Tel Aviv; even though Grundik now resides in New York City, this unusual project continues to flourish. Frogs is meant as the second chapter in their "Fauna" series, following up 2004's ...For Electronics and Birds. It's an interesting piece of work that dabbles heavily in ambience, and is rife with field recordings that lend it a very organic sound. In fact, it feels as if Grundik + Slava's intent is to immerse one into their world, weaving an exotic world populated by strange frogs, birds, and other peculiar inhabitants.
  
  With a thick brush of fuzzy electric guitar, "The Forest Made of Rain and Frogs" parts a veil between our world and theirs, revealing a knobby forest rife with croaking frogs and chattering crickets. Electronics soon make their presence known, emanating warm brassy waves of reverberating synth and deep bellowing horns, adding an air of malevolent tension to this nocturnal scene. These synthetic textures depart with the arrival of "A Frog Gets Over His Fear of Water." Here, birds caw and warble overhead, their whistling cry causing the frog to panic, characterized through honking quizzical synths. In the distance, snares clack like snapping reeds while bog water splashes and sloshes and a distant woman chants and howls, becoming a foreboding sign of this amphibian's journey. "The Woman of the Forest and Clouds Like Sheep" is the epicenter of this human presence on Frogs, and also the source of this tale's conflict. Tense metallic drones pinch at one's nerves as it rolls in like a storm front, and bubbling electronic rubble grumbles like thunder, setting up a perfect mood for a priestess' grim ritual intonations. Upon entering "The Forest's Song For Big Red Frog," our protagonist flees from this shaman, yet her tribe is quite aware of the frog's escape. Peals of drums rise up as they go on the hunt, their bongo timbre rollicking and tribal driven on by the priestess' voice, which has risen to a banshee's wail. Our frog does his best to distance himself from the bloodthirsty humans by diving back into the croaking and squeaking denizens of the forest, and to its fortune, after a few minutes the rhythms of the hunt trail off. A bit of soundtrack emerges from the woodland chatter in "The Travel of Water Frog to Neighbour's Forest Through the Rains." In this piece, we find our frog departing his marshy home, with dulcimer-like notes reverberating as if tracking his hasty progress. As his self-imposed exile progresses, the din of the forest changes, its insect chatter changing from crickets to the constant buzzing of flies. Finally, it concludes with "Wet Frog Getting Cold," a rather somber ending where the unfortunate frog has fallen into a dream state. It shivers towards death, haunted by memories of the forest priestess. As this lengthy piece drifts on, it is as if the frog is being pulled down some dark corridor, the echo of cold metallic rods clashing in its hollow expanse. Finally, one can hear the gentle crash of waves upon an underground shore. Perhaps the frog has been dragged into the underworld and this is the sound of a stygian river bank, for it is quite a morbid end to his tale.
  
  Without words, Frogs is quite an interesting journey through Grundik + Slava's imagination. Sort of like an amphibian version of Richard Adams' novel, Watership Down, one can sense the frog's world, the peculiar women of its forest, all painted like tales out of some alien amphibian mythos.
  
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