___
/ ____
__\__/_ _____ ____ ____ ____ _______ ____\ \_____
\ /__\_ \___\ \ ___\ \ / \__\ \ / _ / \___
_/ _/ _ / __/__/ __/__\ _ \ / / / _ \_
\___/ / _/_____/ ____/ /___/ \_ \\_______\ ___/ /
\________\ \______) \______\ \______/ \ \______\
\______\
artist.....: Joel Tammik
album......: Horisont
year.......: 2011
label......: Vali
vali01
source.....: CDDA
moodswing..: Ambient
releasesize: 99,6 MB
tracks.....: 12
length.....: 59:49 min
encoder....: EAC
quality....: avg. 229kbps
scenealized: 07.17.2012
I'm very overdue in reviewing this, I
know, it's been rather busy around
here as of late and this record isn't
the easiest one to connect with. The
sounds of an endless ocean stretching
out to the horizon, one stands on the
beach or on the dock taking in the
immense vista. At times moody,
'Horisont' does not make for a
conversational night out and it most
definitely isn't going to garner vast
swathes of accolades from the general
public. This material is of a very
reflective, intimate design with the
details kept to a minimum. Tammik
composed this, Vali put it out, but
beyond these bare shards of fact his
newest is excessively obscured. You'll
find that the pull of the sea is much
too much; walk out into the surf and
sink beneath it... into a wild,
untamed frontier of unimaginable
variety we are lowered and all around
us the eyes of a billion organisms
study us inquisitively. Jerome
Chassagnard's last release hinted at
the vividly engaging topography which
'Horisont' is saturated by.
Unlike 'The Time From Underneath',
what we have here is far far more
immersive. No beats decisively pull
the tracks along, their placement in
what I'm hearing almost comes across
as an afterthought, the frame
reluctantly given to beautifully
wide-ranging images of an aquatic
existence we as human beings just
aren't designed to thrive within.
Truly, the exploratory bent of
discovery and sense of wonderment at
unfamiliar surroundings may be the
pertinent message Joel's compositions
are trying to convey. Put on your
tanks, we're moving through the coral
and obtusely walking upon the
immaculately austere bottom of the
sea. One casts their eyes around in
the eerily silent water while our feet
kick up some of the serene sand. You
can make out the shapes and forms of
creatures who view us with a bemused
detachment. Currents move us this way
and that, overhead we can make out the
crashing of the waves onto jagged,
unforgiving rocks. The languid nature
of this album is akin to drifting in a
warm bath with the doors shut and the
lights off.
Quietly my thoughts pool and coalesce
into some recognizable form, the
consciousness having been concealed
within these unearthly tides which
return me to the shore. When you hear
this, for the duration of time it
plays, you are no longer even part of
the swarming cataclysm we call
humanity. 'Horisont' reaches deeper
into the mind, it makes leaps between
logic and lunacy: what might be
considered fanciful or even whimsical
(as some of this record is given over
to) becomes absolutely obvious. Why
hadn't anyone else done this, it
sounds so recognizable and yet it is
completely baffling to take in, the
sound of raindrops hitting the tops of
leaves on high reaching tropical trees
while a submerged bass line prowls the
jungle floor in a sinister game of cat
and mouse with your very perceptions
of reality.
I sat bolt upright last night as Joel
Tammik created entire ecosystems out
of the empty space all around me, I
could feel the rays of a primordial
moon bearing down upon me as the stars
continued their stately burnout
millions upon millions of light years
away. In the steamy, disorienting
closeness of the organic synthesis I
swear I could hear the molecular
composition of the universe fraying
and then coming apart in ghastly,
violent spasms; in our veins the blood
strains against the attrition of
biology which is what I think
'Horisont' had to have been designed
to chronicle This is akin to having a
burst of Gamma radiation shot through
all your cells and then lying there
faintly glowing as the cancerous
lesions begin their meal; if you've
ever been tempted to have your entire
physical self mapped out and then
broadcast back at you, this is your
ticket.
Bon voyage.
Psst, more info at joeltammik.com
01 Suunataju 05:06
02 Suplus 05:54
03 Arkav 04:37
04 Seis 05:19
05 Pargis2 02:38
06 Talve Soojus 06:10
07 Kogum 05:10
08 Pargis 03:35
09 Lained 05:53
10 Oos 05:36
11 Pohjapoolus 04:49
12 Vihmamets 05:02