Ekoplekz - The Nunton Complekz

Take one decommissioned facility, add the remembrances of youth, stretch it all out across the auditory spectrum and you'll have this most recent report from the front lines of exotic exposition courtesy of Ekoplekz. The man who is behind all of this gave 'The Nunton Complekz' a very simple summary: it stands on it's own, it stand alone. How well he nailed it, because not only is it in an edition of 50 copies it also manages to not sound like what he's done before. The closest comparative parallel I could draw would be the series of Travelogues which Mordant Music has now done ten of, although The Baron's works are much more organic sounding, intent on demonstrating some kind of twisted collaboration between field recordings and the symbiotic nature of a synthesized backdrop. Ekoplekz's latest four pieces are far more baleful and isolated in their tone. The early morning scouting reports of an Ergot laced party who have elected to float up through the tops of their heads into the ether for a better view.

These compositions are not for the easily distracted, they demand your attention completely as they bend and shift through manifestations of light and sound. I include light as it is most definitely sparking multitudes of connective nerve endings throughout my cerebral network. Ekoplekz drop snarls and barbs of saturated feedback into these tracks at very inopportune moments, you start to suspect that he uses them as lynch pins to underscore changes in tempo or drastic reversals in a sound field which has to look like no man's land... a pitted, bombed out mine-laden field strewn with the leavings of industry; tufts of hearty plant life somehow cling to the near worthless soil in a vain struggle to survive and through this place our minds are tickled, tantalized and tormented by this introspective opus which apparently just fell out of Ekoplekz's skull and onto the magnetic tape he so loves to desecrate. Stealthy melodic lines twitch upon the silent pathways of days long gone and through childhood's optimistic naivety they take flight.

I'm absolutely beguiled with this radiating symphony of decaying structure, humming along gleefully as those cracks in the wall grow exponentially with each successive listening I undergo. Eventually they'll become the framework, completely overtaking the original design to reveal their harrowing truths.

There is no beginning and no end to this release, I have looped 'The Nunton Complekz' until I could ascertain what depths it would reach. After around 10 to 12 hours of continual exposure (that's ten to twelve complete airings for you literalist types) I found that spatial relationships between inanimate objects had begun to evolve a near sentient level of cooperation. The candles seemed to flicker in time with the fluctuations in meter, the wind outside pressed hard against the glass at precisely those moments where dissonant jabs of computerized squall strained against their bonds most prominently. I realized that although I could get up and stop this anytime I wished, I felt held down as though a great hand had reached out of the air to assure that each of these four songs were given every chance to explore the walls, floors, cabinetry until a complete mapping of my three dimensional space had occurred. To say this was an odd confluence of events would be an understatement.

This is a panoramic voyage spread across millions upon millions of pulsating electrons; a sprawling, ever expanding tour de force which calls into question the reality our senses so love to tell us is concrete. Ekoplekz throw all of that into complete flux through the release of what I'd can only term as purely refined anti-matter. An inverse force which attracts and then repels our thoughts by invasive suggestion until the very ability to perceive becomes blown off course and we are drifting along in the particulate matter like the dust we are. Apr 10 2012