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PÄRSON SOUND
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PÄRSON
SOUND (SUB TIL CD 02)
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Defying the world to ignore the psychedelic shamanism and intense spirituality
of their music, the battle cry of late 60s Stockholm underground quintet Pärson
Sound was "We, Here and Now!". Unfortunately, up to now their music
has been a well-kept secret, despite such high profile appearances as supporting
The Doors, and being personally invited by Andy Warhol to open his 1968 exhibition
at Stockholm's Museum of Modern Art (Magnus Haglund mentions them in his feature
on the Swedish avant garde, The Ecstatic Society, in The Wire 210). Compiling
unreleased live and studio recordings, Pärson Sound is an astonishing find
that successfully buckles all notions of how rock, jazz and experimental music
should behave. The first CD opens with a lulling guitar drone that fools you into
thinking that the remaining nine minutes or so of 'Tio Minuter" ("Ten
Minutes") will be equally laid-back and hypnotic. It turns out that the intro
is a short musical fuse setting off a cacophonic hard rock explosion that owes
more to the psychedelic Metal brutalities of 60s heavyweights Blue Cheer than
the minimalistic tone patterns of La Monte Young and Terry Riley (whose ideas
Pärson Sound were also strongly attracted to; indeed they met in an ad hoc
ensemble put together to perform Riley's music). Rather than just endlessly chipping
and hammering at rock's surface noise, however, the group carry out complex sound
experiments, whose full richness only emerge with several patient replays. On
"From Tunes To India In Fullmoon (On Testosterone)», a live recording
from 1968, the group bring into play their love and understanding of free jazz.
Bo Anders Persson's looping electric guitar, Thomas Ticholm's aggressive sax and
Anne Ericsson's howling electric cello supply the swifling black center for a
sonic tornado. The main members of Pärson Sound went on to form the equally
short lived International Harvester, who recorded one album for Love Records called
Sov Gott Rose Marie (Good Night Rose Marie). Disc two opens and closes with works
from this period, both of which plunge head on into a rock filled swamp of strange
sounds, devotional drones and amplified abstraction. EDWIN POUNCEY/WIRE,
UK
If this one is not gonna be number one in the 2001 Droneon poll, I'm gonna grow
myself a beard and eat it, cuz a more sublime marriage of drone and rock has yet
to be invented. Pärson Sound was a Swedish communal drone-sludge assemblage
that preceded International Harvester, Harvester, and Trad Gras och Stenar. These
are archival recordings, the band never released an album at the time (we're talking
1967/68). Imagine a reverb-drenched pact of the Godz and Sabbath jamming on "Sister
Ray" played at 16 rpm, with Terry Riley dumping some time-lag-accumulated
sax on top, while someone else is sawing a cello in two Cale/Conrad-style. And
that's just the (approximate) scenario of the first couple of tracks. There are
also some non-rockin' tape-drone experiments by bandleader BoAnders Persson, plus,
on the second disc you'll find embryonic versions of songs that would later turn
up on International Harvester's sole album Sov Gott Rose-Marie (I've heard there's
a Korean CD of this one floating around, but haven't seen it yet), only these
early takes even surpass the "better known" versions. A friend of mine
exclaimed: "now Bardo Pond can go jump off a cliff." Now I'm not for
violent imagery like that, so lets just say that Pärson Sound out-psychs
all and everything. God-like!...Swedish rock rules. Droneeon/USA
This is most definitely something any fan of psychedelic freak rock weirdness
would want to be aware of. Pärson Sound would achieve wider acclaim a couple
years later when it changed its name to International Harvester and Träd,
Gräs och Stenar (Trees, Grass and Stones). Before then this Swedish ensemble
specialized in an especially atonal form of trance or drone rock, a large sampling
of which has been compiled here from various rehearsals and live recordings. I'm
not sure if any of this has ever seen the light of day before now, but I'm thinking
not. I can see why, as this isn't exactly dripping with commercial potential.
Still the Pärson Sound proves to be just what the doctor ordered when it
comes to expansive, wall of sound guitar drone hypnotism, especially considering
this stuff was recorded in 1967-68, a good two years before the Krautrock explosion
would really kick in. Similar trajectories could be found at the time in the works
of the Grateful Dead, the early Velvets, and of course Floyd, the free-form improvisations
of AMM, but the Pärson Sound brought something uniquely glacial and incredibly
heavy to their sound. The massive guitar jams that comprise this double CD are
the sort that Amon Duul II would take to monumental heights on their first two
albums. But even then there's something intrinsically minimal and relentlessly
repetitive going on here, no doubt inspired by several members of the band joining
Terry Riley for some of his performances when he visited Sweden in the Spring
of '67. Many of these tracks average 10 minutes or longer in length, but that
hardly matters. Once you hear the first glistening rays of atonal violin screech
of the intro on disk 1, such concerns simply evaporate. Violin and synth drones
give way to the earth-shattering doom sludge of opener "Tio Minuter"
(Ten Minutes), which rings and drones like some medieval church bell for a good
six minutes before veering off into a mellower free jazz cul-de-sac for its remaining
four. The very next track "From Tunis to India in Full Moon (On Testosterone)"
is 20 minutes of blasted acid-destruction that screams for bonfires and naked
virgins covered in streaked body paint, and acid.lots of acid. The similarities
between what these people were doing then and Bardo Pond is doing right now are
striking, only this is decidedly more Swedish, and primal. This is tribal improve/drone
rock that you can bury your head under for hours at a time, but it's the mellower,
and more minimal asides thrown in along the way that keep it interesting. This
one's for fans of seriously damaged psychedelic excess only (that's everybody
reading this, right?).
mats gustafson/Broken face, Sweden
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might as well go ahead and divulge a tidbit or two upfront: Pärson Sound
is a musical outfit with Swedish origins and a predilection for psychedelia. Depending
on the take, it's a concoction capable of sending you on a run to the nearest
exit or reaching for the knob to crank the volume. What's more, prior to this
year, the majority of the music world had never heard the name, much less encountered
any of the music. Hence, a little rundown is in order: For a brief period during
1967-68, Pärson Sound was a frontrunner in the burgeoning Swedish music scene,
leading to a few shows accompanying Terry Riley, an opening gig for the Doors
and an invite from Andy Warhol to play an art exhibit in Stockholm. Regrettably,
no album was ever cut and the band's activity ended almost as soon as it began--
although later manifestations would emerge and continue under the names Harvester
(sometimes known as International Harvester) and Träd, Gräs och Stenar
(translation: Trees, Grass and Stones).
Up until this recent release,
Pärson Sound was basically just a blip on a musical roadmap, their name appearing
sparingly in Warhol articles or Swedish musical histories. So I'll let you in
on a little secret. As January rapidly approaches, I can say this two-disc set
is by far the most unexpected surprise of the year. Serving up a platter of archival
recordings (rehearsals, studio and live cuts), this Pärson Sound collection
is drug-addled psychedelic mindfuckery at its best. And that's just the beginning.
Successfully marrying the ideas of rock, jazz, and drone experimentalism, this
Swedish quintet sounds like it wasn't just trying to break free of the limitations
inherent in each genre; at times, it sounds like they were trying to blow the
doors off the hinges.
Opening the first disc, "Tio Minuter"
("Ten Minutes") starts out quietly enough, beginning with a hushed guitar
atop distant vocal chants. Don't let it fool you. It's a ruse. One minute in,
the band forsakes the mesmerizing guitar for an intense, cacophonous clamor. Sounding
as if someone suddenly set the stage on fire, Pärson Sound unleashes a grinding
series of brutal guitar riffs. Stretching out beyond ten minutes, the band isn't
content to remain in one sound territory. The track builds from a mammoth sludge-fest
into a ringing guitar drone backed by the screeching sounds of Arne Ericsson sawing
away at his electric-cello. Everything settles into a glacial pace near the end
as the sounds of ghostly tape-lagged voices glide over each other, an invocation
for the ether-regions (which makes sense-- séance is a credited instrument
in the liner notes).
The blissed-out trance work continues with "From
Tunis to India in Fullmoon (On Testosterone)," a miasmic sound orgy that
drips with ecstatic energy. It's a Bacchanalian noise festival, an acid-drenched
lunar ride in which everyone is whipped into rapturous primal frenzy while Pan
taps his hoof and bleats out the age-old hypnotic spell. Driving forward into
free-jazz, "Tunis" finds Pärson Sound openly and aggressively exploring
ideas through improvisation. The entire track is a swirling sound-world, held
fast by Thomas Mera Gartz's pounding percussion. Guitarists Bo Anders Persson
and Ericsson immerse themselves in locked drones, enticing out a series of resonating
vibrations, while saxophonist Thomas Tidholm reels off a series of rasping moans
and pain-filled squeals. Coalescing into a tight-knit entity near the end, Persson
hammers out a delirious buzzsaw solo over the increasing urgency of Gartz's percussion.
The resulting din is pure astrophysical beauty.
"A Glimpse Inside
the Glyptotec-66" leaves the instruments behind, abandoning them for tape-looped
guitar and Persson's lagged-voice experiments. Recorded for 1966's Young Nordic
Music Festival, "Glimpse" is a surprisingly early collage for guitar
and voice that places Persson alongside contemporary minimalists Terry Riley and
Steve Reich. Having captured several glittering guitar drones and sequencing them
on tape, he slowly adds pre-recorded tapes of voice mixed with his live moans
and vocalized syllables. "One Quiet Afternoon (In the King's Garden)"
is a massive squall of noise. Again toying with pre-recorded tape experiments,
Pärson Sound creeps along, drowning everything in a rumbling clatter (much
of it produced from the feedback-saturated tapes). Howling, pre-recorded voices
amble over each other while the tapes are either accelerated to furious speeds
or slowed to a dazed crawl.
The second disc in the set both opens and
closes with nascent versions of songs that would appear later on International
Harvester's debut. Stretching to thirteen minutes, "Sov Gott Rose-Marie"
is centered on a reverie-inducing guitar solo, but builds gradually into a frightening
full-band chant of the title. With three members repeatedly intoning the title
phrase, other instruments begin to pile up, climbing over each other and saturating
the space. The result is a haunting, claustrophobic grumble filled with battered
organ keys, pummeled bass strings and the fading remains of an earlier guitar
drone.
A track that starts with smoldering embers, "Milano,"
moves at an increasingly rapid piece as time elapses and Pärson Sound stoke
the fire. Subsumed within the booming percussion and electrically charged cello,
Persson leisurely constructs a guitar solo that moves swiftly from rattling mess
to drifting murmur. Moving in a recurring pattern, Persson's guitar workouts are
sprawling meditative journeys-- shifting repetition often giving way to gradual
movement and pulsing breath. With only five tracks per disc, the average length
of each song is easily ten minutes or more, occasional stretching to the half-hour
mark (the lengthy spiritualistic drone "Skrubba") and once or twice
staying in the seven-minute range (the acoustic "On How to Live"). In
spite of this, any concerns related to length tend to dissipate once your head
is fully submerged in the band's constantly inventive surroundings.
During
their brief stint, Pärson Sound had a rallying cry of "We, Here and
Now!" that embraced their musical philosophy of a defragmented universal
language. The time elapsed since their active years have seen a number of acts
such as Amon Düül, Acid Mothers Temple, Bardo Pond and Taj Mahal Travelers
traverse the same paths, garnishing accolades and international success. For a
fan of any of these bands, or anyone fascinated by psychedelic, acid-blasted madness,
this is ground zero. Rating: 9.3 Luke Buckman/Pitchforkmedia
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