アートワークはBill Nace、マスタリングはGiuseppe Ielasiという強力布陣で制作された米enmossedによる激ヤバタイトル!!限定100部、これは大推薦！！
フィールドレコーディングの分野を中心に新しいリスニング体験の研究を続け、10年以上に及ぶ音楽活動を続けてきたHorafloraことRaub Roy。実験ミックスものやエクスペリメンタル+テクノまでを手掛けるenmossedから発表された、氏の素晴らしい作品構成をモロに体感出来るソロアルバム[Eaves Drop]。バイノーラルマイクにて1年間録り溜めたパブリックおよびプライベートな録音をエッジの鋭い楽器とコラージュ、それらが何の違和感もない恐ろしい程にシームレスな白昼夢世界として提示される傑作。お見逃しなく。
Field recording, that cherished technique of electroacoustic artists, gets fresh conceptual treatment with “Eaves Drop” by Horaflora, one of the aliases used by Raub Roy (Oakland, CA). Using a Sennheiser AMBEO binaural headset, he collected a year’s worth of public and private footage, then collaged it with sparse, yet pointed, instrumentation. Straddling diarist and voyeur, Roy evokes and lingers upon questions about field recording in the context of surveillance capitalism—and the purposes of music made in its purview.
There’s kids’ playground babble. The artist striking a piano key on his porch, as a train sounds in the distance. Like rummaging through the NSA’s trash, these sounds are irrelevant to governments or corporations (for now), but fruitful for more generous listeners. The crow caws, the dog barks, the door creaks. And then a firecracker explodes, and you throw off your headphones as it seemed a real firecracker actually exploded just above your right temple.
The realistic yet aestheticized arrangement of sounds in space is where the dynamism of this album lies. There’s a moment of beautiful clarity when we hear a woman singing along to Jazmine Sullivan’s “Bust Your Windows.” Her voice, going along with the song that’s playing in her own headset, cuts through all the noise, making a poignant threat. But then she’s drowned out by some bureaucrat’s intercom as the album flows onward, each cataloged and collaged sound seamlessly shifting into the next arrangement.
Lines between composition and chance blur; the tapping on a snare, the languid strumming of strings could be read as a musician’s self-surveillance. The fact that these are recordings from the Bay Area, where he lives, is not coincidental. Such methods are at the heart of big tech’s empire, and though “Eavesdrop” is not explicitly confrontational regarding such concerns, the album does tap the sense that we, as privacy erodes and mutates, are becoming voyeurs of our own lives.