Artist.......: Dictaphone
Album........: Vertigo II
Label........: City Centre Offices
Genre........: Electronic
Catnr........: Towerblock 032 Cd
source.......: CDDA
rip.date.....: Mar-04-2006
str.date.....: 000-00-0000
quality......: VBR/44,1Hz/Joint-Stereo
Url..........: www.city-centre-offices.de www.dictaphone-musi
track title time
01. Rising Minimal 04:41
02. Night Rain 04:05
03. K1 02:22
04. K2 03:44
05. Jarszewko 01:20
06. The Last Song 04:18
07. Ytinav 03:42
08. Vertigo II 02:28
09. The Frame 03:46
10. Dictaphone 03:28
11. Le Chasseur (Danke) 02:52
12. Pol/Bruxelles 05:13
Runtime 41:59 min
Size 55,6 MB
Release Notes:
Vertigo IIö is the second album from Oliver Doerell
and Roger Doring under the Dictaphone tag, further
honing their delicately homespun tape loops and
jazz emissions into a new kind of midnight
effervescence. As anyone who has had the indignity
of using one will know, Dictaphone's tend to be
awkward little buggers that happily tape the
conversation across the room whilst rendering the
intended subject incomprehensible. Thankfully
Dictaphone have taken this appellation as a
starting point only and whilst there is undoubtedly
something of the 'overheard' about 'Vertigo II', at
no point are you compelled to readjust the contrast
and bring the foreground into focus. The
serendipitous coming together of Oliver Doerell and
Roger Doering, 'Vertigo II' marks a clear evolution
from the sound on 'M.=Addiction' (towerblock010);
whilst diluting none of the spirit which made it so
irresistible to begin with. Laying down a membrane
of mealy clicks, glitches and sliced digitalis,
'Vertigo II' at times resembles the intricate
bedrock of artists such as Jen Jelinek or Angelo
Badelamanti. Yet whereas many would be happy to
leave it at that, Dictaphone then go about building
layers of aural sediment atop this foundation;
producing a sound which is always ambitious,
perfectly judged and downright addictive. Very much
enraptured by sonorous bass, 'Vertigo II' happily
indulges this predilection and in doing so allows
the loose-limbed horns and digital detritus to roam
the spectrum without becoming detached from the
guiding core. Peppering the LP with snatches of
shortwave-interference (most memorably a snooker
match), found-sound snapshots and soundtrack
conventions (including a haunting nod to Ed Wood),
Dictaphone manage to massage an astonishing amount
of material into an end result that feels as light
as a feather and refreshingly clean, whilst
avoiding the inherent sterility this can often
imply. Littered with a vault full of lost memories
and escaped snatches of conversation, ôvertigo IIö
reads like a montage of recollections torn and
cellotaped by david lynch in a smokey room in an
unmarked hotel room..someplace in the middle of
nowhere.