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"HiGH ▀ iNTELLiGeNCE tRoLLS"
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a r t i s t : Reiko Kudo
t i t l e : Rice Field Silently Riping In The Night
d a t e : 2000
l a b e l : Periodic Document 002
g e n r e : Lo-Fi
r l s. d a t e : November/2004
t r a c k s : 11
b i t r a t e : VBRkbps
s i z e : 36,7 MB
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There are times when all the music your bruised psyche can take
is the softest of whispers, the slightest of instrumental
caresses. When an ounce too much pressure could make your veins
cave inwards. At times like these, Reiko Kudo's previous solo
album (Fire Inside My Hat, Org Records, 1997) has always been
my balm of choice. A gauze-thin collection of songs with
minimal piano accompaniment, sung in a voice half between a
child and a deeply hesitant angel... For those who would rather
trust a history lesson than their own senses, Reiko Omura, as
she was known then, first came to light on the Tokyo
underground in the late seventies and early eighties. She was
part of the Minor circle (which also gave birth to Fushitsusha,
High Rise, Kosokuya, Gaseneta and many others) of musical
obsessives exploring new and highly personal collisions of
noise, improv, rock. Reiko's contribution was via groups like
Worst Noise and Noise. The latter's sole release, Tenno, saw
her trumpet and voice meeting the Bach-doom organ and drums of
influential scenester Tori Kudo in a totally unique monument to
no-wave noise depression. She later married Kudo, appearing
occasionally with his avant-pop Christo-mystic idiot-savant
group Maher Shalal Hash Baz, but releasing nothing under her
own name until the Org disk in the late nineties. Rice Field...
sees Reiko revisiting the pattern of short songs mostly based
around one-finger piano motifs, so structurally simple as to be
virtually transparent. This time additional flashes of
sensitive instrumental colour are added by husband Tori and
various members of the Puka-Puka Brians on wavering backing
vocals, violin, guitar, percussion, euphonium and percussion.
The music treads a sure and private path between a perfect
childlike naivete and the amateur aesthetic that has long been
Tori's goal (he has spent twenty years arriving at a point of
psychedelic mastery where he sounds like he bought his first
guitar yesterday). Reiko's songs and vocals are the weakly
pulsing centrepoint though. She sings of life, dying flowers,
love, and nursing home residents with the unforced naturalness
of a mother alone with her child, a bird in the forest, her
pellucid melodies seemingly accidental. It is nothing short of
heart-stoppingly gorgeous. And as an honest-to-god example of
happiness glimpsed through the quotidian, artistic perfection
all the more perfect for not being striven for, you couldn't
wish for anything more. A perfect prescription for those
moments of fragility when you doubt your own pulse. -- Alan
Cummings
http://forcedexposure.com/artists/kudo.reiko.html
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01-Kaihatsu-san [01:53]
02-My brother [01:27]
03-Mihoko [02:55]
04-Lily [04:39]
05-Emi & Mrs Evans [01:34]
06-Mrs Wheeler [01:42]
07-Son of man [03:40]
08-As you wake up in the morning [01:35]
09-Together [02:14]
10-Consolation [01:29]
11-Rose [02:42]
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25:50 min
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