Danny Kreutzfeldt : counterperipheral

Brooding industrial atmospheres, and deep dubby beats. Very thoughtful and highly addictive. If one needs a soundtrack to impending fall that works excellent on the headphones as well, there's plenty of reasons to get acquainted with Danny Kreutzfeldt. If one is to define the music on Counterperipheral, one senses Kreutzfeldt is an admirer of german Pole, whose crackling glitches, slow cinematic pulsations and cropped up silences to some extent is repeated on this album. But rather than copying Pole´s formulas, Kreutzfeldt reinvents them through his own industrial sensibilty. The dubby warmth of the german is almost nonexistant in these tracks, whose soundscapes, resounding metallic pulsations and crackling effects seem to describe large, empty and windy cities with starlight sharp as ice picks. Had Fritz Lang still lived to make movies, Kreutzfeldt could, in other words, have been an excellent provider of the soundtracks. If the above description gives the impression that the music of Counterperhiperal is static and heartless, you'd better think again. On the contrary Kreutzfeldt, on long, panoramic tracks such as "Cloud" and "Channel", which both last for more than fifteen minutes, is pretty skilled at keeping the interest going through dicreet musical changes and delicately placed details, that seem to cross in and out of focus. On top of that, the sound has a surprisingly organic character. Sure, it's digitally treated and generated, but Kreutzfeldt´s ability to use errors constructively and create spacious sensations does make one feel the human presence behind the keyboard. A presence, which is more likely to sigh than scream through the massive alienated, industrial moods, that are being conjured. Actually the album appears to be describing a sort of inner autumn – an atmosphere, which is both pleasant and scary to be absorbed by. Counterperipheral is the sort of record, that relates to the coldness and apocalypse through a kind of stoic, elevated tranquility. Because of that it etches itself into your memory despite its discreet mode of expression.

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