Vert
Nine Types of Ambiguity
[Sonig/Thrill Jockey]
Rating: 8.0
It's always fun when you can trace your admiration of an album or artist to
one very precise moment. A few weeks ago I went to see Mouse on Mars. The
ticket indicated only that there would be guests, and I'd heard from the
gentlemen at Gate City Noise (an excellent record store in Greensboro, North
Carolina, if you can believe it) that a laptop musician from the area would
be the opener. His name escapes me now but he did an interesting little set,
a bit heavy on the noise and light on the composition, but good enough.
A short time later a pale bald guy with a red t-shirt featuring Cornelius from
The Planet of the Apes took the stage. He set up a Powerbook, effects
boxes and a MIDI keyboard, and then he cued up a chunky beat with organ chords
similar to the Jackson 5's "I Want You Back" at half-speed. The hook on the
song was a vocal-like sine tone that seemed like the backing vocals to
"Sympathy for the Devil" played on a theremin.
This music was pop and you could move to it, but there was an odd experimental
edge that really caught my ear. This guy on stage was definitely feeling his
own composition, because he was dancing in place with one hand on the mouse
and another on some kind of outboard gear. Then he stepped over to the
keyboard and punched out the filthiest, most distorted organ melody I've ever
heard-- one catchy as hell that fit the song perfectly. I was captivated.
I walked over to the small merch booth where a beautiful dark-haired woman sat
on a stool, the riches of the entire Sonig catalog arranged carefully in the
space around her.
"Who is this?" I asked.
"Vairt," she answered in a thick German accent.
Just as I suspected: it was Vert, known to friends in his native Britain as
Adam Butler. I knew his latest album was already making its way through the
mail to me, so I picked up The Köln Konzert, his fascinating
deconstruction of Keith Jarrett's album of the same name.
When Nine Types of Ambiguity finally arrived, I skipped through until I
came to the track he opened his set with. It was called "To Doo is to Be," and
it was even better than I remembered. It's the perfect combination of wide-eyed
innocence and rigorous sound analysis, Land of the Loops sitting in on a
Foucault symposium.
This is the direction I wish more electronic music would take: hooks, a groove,
and all the tiny sonic reminders still intact. "To Doo is to Be" is one of the
breakout tracks of the year for me, no question. And though nothing else on
Nine Types of Ambiguity approaches that level of pop, it's still an
excellent album of fractured soundscaping, fragile ambience, and yes, songs.
"Blindsight" opens Ambiguity with a glitch-ridden downtempo beat and
more gentle organ drones, somewhat conventional but very evocative. The creepy,
industrial "This Precious Meanwhile" incorporates Oval-esque skips and feedback,
with some buried spoken words rattling around in there somewhere. "The Tide
Comes In and Then the Tide Goes Out" has an arrangement close to fusion jazz,
something like Isotope 217 if they gave over to the electronics completely.
There's an arresting purity in the simple organ melody of "Somewhere Between
Here and Last Week" that seems unusual coming from this camp. In a similar
mode is "Last Night from a Bus I Saw," which continues the experiments of
The Köln Konzert, setting a stark piano melody against scraping
harmonium drones in a manner that recalls the very best of Labradford. The
delicate coda is much cleaner, with accordion and pennywhistles marching into
the sun.
Vert fits right in at Sonig, occupying a space not far from the gauzy
melodicism of Lithops. And like Lithops, any future Vert records are a
"must buy" for me. With each purchase, I'm certain I'll think of that
red t-shirt and the sound of the merch vendor's voice.
-Mark Richard-San