Tabla Beat Science
Tala Matrix
[Axiom/Palm]
Rating: 8.6
The fulcrum of Tabla Beat Science is Bill Laswell, friend to all things hardcore,
esoteric, skronky, and dubby. Here, Laswell has gathered some of the world's most
accomplished tabla players and juxtaposed their classical raga rhythms with
futuristic drum-n-bass. Laswell then sets this culture-clash within a frequently
unsettling ambient framework. And, of course, it's unreservedly superb. If anyone
can show the junglist massive that there are more rhythms than the ones employed
by the Winstons' on their tiresome "Amen, My Brother," it's Laswell.
Unlike the Vedic Sound System's remix on Laswell's Oscillations: Remixed,
Bill puts the tabla very much at the foreground here, allowing the junglism to
stalk the background. This is a compelling strategy. We're forced into tuning
ourselves to the unfamiliar patterns of classical tabla and the richness of those
intense polyrhythms. However, Laswell's digital surroundings are not mere adornment,
a stupefying padding of synthwashes a la Deep Forest or Enigma. Laswell makes a
strong case for the next level of electronica to be severely Indian in descent.
This isn't so novel an idea. After all, many years ago, Lamont Young, Philip Glass,
and Steve Reich each became entranced by the microtones of the drone and incorporated
these drifting tonalities into their works. But while Laswell does leave room for
the drone, it's sometimes implied rather than actual (cf. "Audiomaze," on which the
digitized scrapings of metal objects serves as a ground for the remainder of the
instruments).
On Talvin Singh's contribution, "Don't worry.com," the ground in fact turns into
gravid clouds as his fingers beat out patterns while synthesizers roll overhead,
menacing and portentous. Long-time Laswell collaborator Karsh Kale offers
"Palmistry," taking the album into more downbeat territory. The cautious bass treads
warily through a desolate landscape, Kale's beats taking few lurches into the
show-off audacity that he brings to the pulsing, mechanically malevolent
Indo-industrial track, "Triangular Objects." In contrast, Ustad Sultan Khan brings
his sarangi violin and nasal, pliant vocals to Zakir Hussain's "Devotional," adding
more than a few spiritual vibes to the track.
The album is at its most sparse during Trilok Gurtu's "Big Brother." The track is
little more than a fractured conversation between the tabla and a snare/kick drum.
Low-- almost silent-- in the mix, you can hear a sound like a conch shell being
played, but it's barely audible and therefore all the more intriguing.
Tala Matrix is the fulfillment of a promise that Laswell made years ago when
he collaborated with the Orb on Material's "Praying Mantra." But in the years since
that recording-- and on this record in particular-- Laswell has delivered so much more.
In the company of masters, he's made a solid statement that anyone interested in rhythm
must appreciate the multiple, thrilling complexities of classical tabla. Talvin Singh
has tried to educate people, but his O.K. album, to my ears, diluted this
critical message in favor of universal appeal. Tala Matrix makes no such error.
It does not compromise, and it's certainly no dry academic exercise. And though it's
hardly going to keep candy-ravers from their cherished k-holes, it certainly provides
a useful counter to the vapid, patronizing world-traveler stylings of Thievery
Corporation.
Tabla Beat Science masterfully combine the ancient and the modern. Laswell takes the
centuries-old skills of generations of tabla masters and fuses them with today's
technology, creating a vital, compelling hybrid. And just as he's championed the
wordsound power of dub throughout his career, Laswell now tells us to take notice
of the traditions of classical Hindustan. But whereas labels such as Nimbus release
stunning albums by such masters, Laswell has not chosen to release a rarefied museum
piece. Tala Matrix is as street as any of his Crooklyn dub albums and probably
even more essential. In these trance-dominated times, Tala Matrix bountifully
offers a nimbly polyrhythmic alternative to the derivative four-four tyranny of the
kickdrum without even a whiff of patchouli.
-Paul Cooper