Monday, 13 January 2014

Yuck 'n Yum - ZINE IDOL!

STOP PRESS: In a dramatic move, 2013 saw the last ever issue of Yuck ‘n Yum being put safely to bed. However, all is not lost! The new year will bring an exciting opportunity for anyone who shares our passion for zines, and all with our mentorship, guidance, and £500 at stake.

ZINE IDOL will seek out the best zine ideas out there, and any interested parties can get together to make their pitch. Presentations will take place in the Hannah Maclure Centre, Abertay University, Bell Street, Dundee on Saturday 8th February between 14:00 and 17:00. Full details of how to submit are at http://zineidol.yucknyum.com/

The event will be LIVE before a studio audience! If you’d like to attend, just email submissions@yucknyum.com, marking it "Zine Idol" by February 1st 2014.

Saturday, 11 January 2014

The Trial of Joan of Arc

The Trial of Joan of Arc (French: Procès de Jeanne d'Arc) is a 1962 historical film by the French director Robert Bresson. Joan of Arc is played by Florence Delay.

As usual in Bresson's mature films, The Trial of Joan of Arc stars non-professional performers and is filmed in an extremely spare, restrained style. Bresson's screenplay is drawn from the transcriptions of Joan's trial and rehabilitation.

Bresson's Joan of Arc is often compared with The Passion of Joan of Arc (1928) by Carl Theodor Dreyer. Bresson compared that film unfavorably with his own, expressing his dislike of the actors' "grotesque buffooneries" in Dreyer's film.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Trial_of_Joan_of_Arc

Bresson rejected acting; he wanted his nonprofessional performers simply to be, part of his notion of film as a pure art form. The script for Joan of Arc adheres quite closely to the actual record of the trial and of the rehabilitation process 25 years later: Joan is interrogated and taken back to her cell repeatedly, the back-and-forth of the inquisition and the clang of Joan's shackles providing the film's rhythm. Delay, her limpid eyes frequently downcast, isn't "unexpressive" but unsentimental; though austere, she is unwavering, resolute. In an interview with Pipolo, Delay, who would go on to write novels, narrate Chris Marker's Sans Soleil (1983), and be elected to the Académie Française in 2000, explains that she thought of Joan "as an intrepid individual with a mission to perform." She gave her director what he wanted, but gives audiences more: a new way to access and appreciate history's most remarkable adolescent visionary.
Melissa Anderson
http://www.villagevoice.com/2009-12-15/film/the-trial-of-joan-of-arc-at-anthology/

In Robert Bresson's third film he worked entirely with nonprofessional actors in order to get more honest portrayals, a practice he was to follow for the rest of his career which spanned 49 years but only accounted for 13 films. Even so, Bresson is considered the most influential director of France and one of the world's most revered filmmakers. This austere and ritualistic version of the trial of Joan of Arc is considered the most accurate portrait of the trial on film, yet. It's based on the minutes and eyewitness accounts of Joan of Arc's trial. Bresson gives the viewer a voyeuristic look at the psychological and physical torture and humiliation that Joan underwent during the trial, showing how such sado-masochistic techniques were used to break her resolve and cause her to eventually recant her testimony. She will change her mind again when she decides it's better to die than live the rest of her life in an English jail. In an interview, Bresson has said that Joan is someone he considers as the most amazing person in history.

The Trial of Joan of Arc is the story of the sincere 19-year-old peasant girl, Joan the Maid (Florence Carrez) from Domrémy, who believed she had visions from God that told her to recover her homeland from English domination late in the Hundred Years' War. After leading her troops successfully in battle and restoring the monarchy to Charles VII, who received his coronation at Rheims, there were court intrigues that rendered her revolt against the government no longer possible and after her capture she was placed for four months in the chateau of Beaurevoir as a prisoner; Joan was transferred to the English and spent seven months in their military jail located in a castle at Rouen (the seat of the English occupation government) before put on trial in 1431. The politically motivated trial lasted from February 21st through the end of March. Joan  is manacled and spied upon through peepholes, as she sits in a prison with taunting British guards. The film opens with a manacled Joan swearing on the Bible to tell the truth. The presiding judge is the hostile Bishop Cauchon (Jean-Claude Fourneau), considered to be an Anglophile (he owed his appointment to his partisanship with the English government, who financed the entire trial). The court is eager for a quick conviction on the accused heretic and witch to please the British authorities. Joan is cross-examined by the bishop about hearing the voice of God, which she says comes through the voices of St. Catherine and St. Margaret. There are a long list of charges over such things as she wore a mandrake around her neck and dressed as a man. Joan argued if she wore a dress the English guards would try and rape her, which indeed happened when she donned a dress. 

Joan's convicted of heresy, as the bogus trial is only about getting revenge--the transcripts show no proof of her guilt was ever established. Bresson wisely lets the drama speak for itself, adding no false dramatics or emotional outcries. It proves to be a richly moving experience, especially the last shot of Joan in her purity being burned at the stake. The film won the Special Jury Prize at the Cannes Film Festival of 1962.
Dennis Schwartz
http://homepages.sover.net/~ozus/procesdejeannedarc.htm

Bresson's film is quite extraordinary. An entirely static camera, a repertoire of what seems like only a handful of angles, and no music save the unnerving thumping of medieval drums at the beginning and end, all add up to a form restrained to the point of stasis. The movement of the film comes entirely from the words and from the faces. And from the rigorous choice of those few camera angles. It is a moot point as to whether or not it is relevant that the script is composed almost entirely of transcripts from the actual trial. However, the viewer armed with this knowledge must surely be privy to an extraordinary sense of time-travel - a restrained, respectful and highly spiritual journey back into the "dark ages". There is necessarily an inescapable sense of people hundreds of years dead speaking through the mouths of the (non-professional) actors, whose limited but affecting range fits perfectly with the curious juxtaposition of past and present, of cinema and grace.

As has been pointed out many times before, one of the primary differences between Bresson's film and Dreyer's La Passion de Jeanne d'Arc is in their formal delineation between good and evil; where Dreyer uses light and shadow to point up the difference, in the Bresson film the contrast is more subtle, resting, it would seem, mainly on the fact that the Bishop Cauchon is shut exclusively head on, whilst Jeanne commands a variety of oblique camera angles. But the subtlety of the camera also brings out a fantastic sense of time, space, and place. The numerous close-ups of period shoes are all we need to have the era set firmly in our minds; the medium-shots - and complete absence of anything like a long shot - simultaneously reinforce the claustrophobia of Jeanne's predicament, and focus our attention on her, and that which falls under her gaze. The one notable exception to this is the short series of shots while she burns on the pyre, of the white doves fluttering above the canvas awning, suitable parallels with the absent characters of the Saints Catharine and Margaret, whose presence is felt and whose names recur throughout the trial. A simple film, formally, perhaps, but only in the sense that everything is pared down to a minimum, and the choices are only made with the greatest of care and most rigorous of logic. The words and the faces do not need embellishment. They need attention and simplicity, in the same way that the words uttered by the real Joan of Arc are simple and unadorned. A masterful marriage of form and content.
Tom Newth
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0059616/reviews?ref_=tt_urv


Friday, 10 January 2014

Current 93 - The Inmost Light

Current 93 is an eclectic British experimental music group, working since the early 1980s in folk-based musical forms. The band was founded in 1982 by David Tibet (né David Michael Bunting, renamed 'Tibet' by Genesis P-Orridge sometime prior to forming the group).

Tibet has been the only constant in the group, though Steven Stapleton (of Nurse with Wound) has appeared on nearly every Current 93 release. Michael Cashmore has also been a constant contributor since Thunder Perfect Mind. Douglas P. of Death in June has played on well over a dozen Current 93 releases, and Steve Ignorant of Crass (using the name Stephen Intelligent), Boyd Rice, runologist Freya Aswynn, Nick Cave, Björk, Andrew W.K., Will Oldham, Ben Chasny, Rose McDowall, Tiny Tim, Tony Wakeford of Sol Invictus, Marc Almond, John Balance of Coil, Antony Hegarty of Antony and the Johnsons, Baby Dee and Ian Read of Fire + Ice have also lent their talents over the years.

Current 93 have released over twenty albums and many singles as well as having been a guest on many of the above listed artists' records. Tibet has also collaborated with Nature and Organisation and The Hafler Trio.

Much of Current 93's early work was similar to late 1970s and early 1980s industrial music: abrasive tape loops, droning synthesizer noises and Tibet's distorted, excoriating vocals. This early work became influential with the goth scene. Later works found Tibet mostly casting off such trappings in favor of a more organic sound, labeled by some as "apocalyptic folk" music, occasionally featuring his sinister nursery rhyme-influenced singing and primarily acoustic folk-styled music.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Current_93

This lavish set collects two minialbums, Where The Long Shadows Fall and The Stars Are Marching Sadly Home, together with Current 93’s mother release, All The Pretty Little Horses. Originally issued as separate discs in 1995/96, the thematic threads worming their way throughout (childhood’s bittersweet memories, the inevitable apocalypse, the works of author Thomas Ligotti and painter Louis Wain) form a portal through which to glimpse the world envisioned by Current 93’s David Tibet. At its centre lies a song cycle musing on the erosion of youth’s lost innocence.

Michael Cashmore’s beautiful finger-picking roots the music firmly within the folk tradition, allowing Tibet and his coconspirators (members of Nurse With Wound and Coil appear here, as does Nick Cave, making a brief cameo) to sculpt a set of surreal, yet intensely emotional modern lullabies. Such is their craft that even a hymnal about a fictional feline (Tommy Katkins) will have you blubbing. The two shorter pieces are more abstract, with creaking timbers and howling winds enveloping Tibet’s hushed voice. Shirley Collins emerges from exile to close proceedings with a chilling reading of All The Pretty Horses’ title track. In a body of work with many peaks, The Inmost Light endures as Current 93’s pinnacle.
Spencer Grady
http://recordcollectormag.com/reviews/the-inmost-light

I have this little habit of falling asleep while listening to an album. I also realized that while at the state of semiconscious where you are half awake and half way into your sleep (its almost a trance like state, trust me), I generally enjoy music the most then. Its as if you are not judging the sound anymore and you have surrendered for the day, letting you self loose, and the music then takes you over instead. So I also hold this idea that I reserve that go-to-sleep music for music/bands that are new to me; the ones that i want to get into but simply cannot due to their complete departure in style from the usual. It has helped me lots to be honest and Current 93 fell right in that category for me.....I wanted to know what the buzz was all about.

So another similar night when I set my playlist with this album and I am done for the day, the lights are turned off and its pitch black and all, its just the music then. I don't particularly recall any of the songs as I was fast asleep and the music was lost on me. Til I suddenly woke up to the haunting sound of "The Inmost Night", I can still remember clearly how breathless I felt, my eyes had opened wide but it was pitch black and she wouldn't stop howling "and i drown a little more everyday...." out from my speakers.........I never felt so suffocated and trapped listening to any sound ever, and at that instance I knew I would love this band !

has9
http://rateyourmusic.com/release/album/current_93/all_the_pretty_little_horses/

Current 93 hit the hight point of their career with the album at the center of this trilogy: 1996's All the Pretty Little Horses was and is the most perfectly rendered artistic statement that David Tibet and company have created. This will sound like blasphemy to the legions who jumped aboard the apocalyptic folk train with last year's Black Ships Ate the Sky, but trust me: I know what I'm talking about. This album is much, much better than Black Ships, and I unreservedly consider it to be one of the finest albums ever recorded.

It is hard to deny the power of this album, especially a track like "The Bloodbells Chime," a tribute to cat artist Louis Wain, containing a fragile, off-kilter piano melody joined by Cashmore's resonant acoustic guitar, climaxing in a moment that can only be described as utterly disarming. If you've heard the album before, you'll know what I'm talking about: "Thereohthere/The Inmost Light/The Happy Children rise from all their pools/Eyes still sealed/With mud and night/It's their Inmost Night." It is here that I begin to notice Stapleton's hand in the album's sound, as sample upon sample is layered and mutated to devastatingly psychedelic effect: children laughing, children crying, lysergically mutated vocal snippets creating a bubbling undercurrent of dread that will reach its apotheosis on the eight-minute "The Frolic," as a bloodcurdling sample comes swimming out of the murk with the staccato, accusatory scream of "Dead!" Tibet seems particularly fixated on the idea that his enlightenment, his desire to cleanse himself, to unmake his past and be born again, may have come too late, and that eternal salvation is forever out of his grasp. Thus, the return to images of childhood, to the signifiers of an innocence irrevocably lost, to vivid dreams and simple piety now sedimented by unhappy years of spiritual malaise.

The darkambient centerpiece of the album "Twilight Twilight Nihil Nihil" is a perfect stopgap before the next epic vocal track, "The Inmost Light Itself," containing one of Tibet's most dreadfully pessimistic lyrics: "Our hands tumble towards the skies/To block visions of The Inmost Light/And if I pointless arch/And spit whitenothings at the sky/Oh Bigboys - check it out: too fucking late." This against a lovely Cashmore arrangement of strummed guitar and Joolie Wood's clarinet, which constantly threaten to be drowned out by a frightening sample that sounds at first like children playing—with all of the characteristic yelling, laughing and chattering—but begins to seem as if it might be the sound of children in the midst of some terrifying holocaust, screaming and writhing in pain. It comes as a relief to hear Nick Cave's soulful, deep-voiced rendition of "All the Pretty Little Horses," followed by the album's coda: Cave reading Blaise Pascal's uncompromisingly dark and apocalyptic Pensees over a ghostly sampled choir.

With such a perfectly lovely and dread-filled conclusion, it is almost unfortunate to have to follow it with the concluding part of the trilogy, The Stars Are Marching Sadly Home. Although it is one of Current 93's most complex and fascinating works, indispensible for its inclusion of Shirley Collins, it ends up seeming like the superfluous gilding of the lilly when heard directly after Horses. Taken on its own terms, however, and as a conceptual third part of the trilogy, Stars is a terrific sidelong track. The creaking of a great wooden ship (a Black Ship?) sets the stage for Tibet's final prayer, an ominous sea shanty followed by a deliberately paced text so apocalyptic it achieves a Book of Revelations-style grandeur: "These days shall not come again/The stars are marching sadly home/The seahorse rears to oblivion." Tibet's words are artifically time-stretched, smeared, blurred, cracked and mutated, spinning out over a warbling sample of a vintage 78 so disintegrated and distorted that it seems positively alien. Andria Degens of Pantaleimon reads the final part of Tibet's text as the track becomes noisier and more discombobulated, climaxing with a squall of white noise and Shirley Collins' singularly melodic and matronly a cappella rendition of "All the Pretty Little Horses," by far the most emotionally penetrating take on the song across the trilogy.
Jonathan Dean
http://brainwashed.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=6027&Itemid=1

The idea of a "lamentation" applies across the full suite, as all three discs are filled with melancholy and dread - both musical and lyrical - but as with all things, there's also beauty for the finding. Even a random sampling of Tibet's words contains images both beautiful and filled with threat: "The green of the grass and the blue of the sky are immense and terrifying / everything seems so close so very very close / should a storm come, should a storm break / and halo all around us as some savage and blind god jerking his hands out to us, the birds drop all around us" ("The Frolic"). 

The second disc, All the Pretty Little Horses, contains the bulk of music here, at 55 minutes. From tortured lullabies to seemingly pastoral folk (until one truly listens) to infernal drones that harken back to Current 93's earliest days, these 13 songs span a wide stylistic range. The title song, also performed by Coil on one of their albums, appears here twice. It remains a beautiful song indeed, with wonderful acoustic guitar work by Michael Cashmore; the first rendition is lent an eerie air by Tibet's whispered vocal delivery. "The Inmost Night" is a creepy vocal chant with booming piano notes and keening strings supporting the vocals. In fact, the album as a whole is perhaps best considered as poetry set to music rather than what many mean by "songs," as the music truly serves to support the words.

"The Inmost Light" is a repeating motif throughout the pieces, and as such an appropriate title for this reissue package. The song given that title is a simple statement, though the meaning of the words harkens back to Tibet's earlier obsession with "imperium" (the album of that name was a highlight of Current 93's earliest incarnation), seemingly describing this world as a transitional place. Fitting, as the song leads into the album's most harrowing passage, the one-two punch of "Twilight Twilight Nihil Nihil" and "The Inmost Light Itself," each almost 10 minutes in length and filled with a near-logorrhea of dense imagery and paranoiac visions. The former is laid over a particularly ominous bed of dank drones, while the latter is a more typical acoustic guitar-based song, with background recordings of children playing outdoors that lends it a strange atmosphere. 

The trio concludes with The Stars Are Marching Sadly Home, a single 22-minute piece. It's seemingly a celebration, if you will, of a life passed that will never be repeated. It might be from the point of view of someone looking back, somewhat in nostalgia, though as the meaning is shrouded in mysterious imagery there's no doubt much more to it. As is true throughout, the focus is on the words, incanted atop ominously droning background sounds and noises. The very end finishes the suite with a sweet, albeit eerie, lullaby sung by Shirley Collins. 

Those familiar with Current 93 who don't already have the previous editions of these will have an easy decision here. Even those who already have them will need to consider that these have been remastered, and the foldout digipack with a thick color booklet is well worth having. As a starting place for those unfamiliar with Current 93, this is likely a bit daunting, but at the same time it does offer the full gamut of styles and serves as a fine introduction to Tibet's lyrical universe. Nonetheless, the recent Black Ships Ate the Sky is probably a better place for neophytes to start. All others will find this set an impressive, heavy, and rewarding experience.
Mason Jones
http://www.dustedmagazine.com/reviews/3661 

Tuesday, 7 January 2014

Laura Parnes - County Down

Laura Parnes is an artist whose work engages strategies of narrative film and video art to blur the lines between storytelling conventions and experimentation. Parnes combines elements such as continuity and dialogue with highly stylized sets and performances to present non-linear narratives as installations that utilize the architectural space of a gallery or museum. By deploying cinematic citation as an element of site-specific installation, the staging of her own productions reverberates in an exhibition setting, often requiring the audience to physically enter a scripted environment or re-creation of the production set. Parnes’ installations operate at a symbolic and sculptural level, while maintaining a narrative coherence that points to a future in which reality is tightly nested in layers of art, popular culture, and experience.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laura_Parnes

Parnes’ video installation, titled County Down, takes from the aesthetics of traditional horror movies to tell the story of two young girls in a gated suburban community who trigger an epidemic of psychosis among the adults through the invention of a designer drug with potentially apocalyptic side effects. The video is episodic and highly reminiscent of both the optimism and style of the early 1990′s. In addition to the video, on display are photos and other arranged objects, such as like-size cardboard cut outs of the characters that directly relate to the narrative. County Down presents a strong critique on American consumerism as a means of destruction.
Robin Newman
http://dossierjournal.com/blog/art/american-beauty/

A few minutes into Laura Parnes’s 70-minute horror movie, “County Down,” I thought, “This is bad.” The acting is wooden, the sets amateurish, the writing banal, the pace erratic. Moreover, Ms. Parnes used a digital program that turns photographic reality into a hallucinogenic cartoon, as Richard Linklater did in his brilliant films “Waking Life” and “A Scanner Darkly.” But in Ms. Parnes’s case, the trippy effect comes off as crude and garish. The whole thing looks like it was made by an enterprising but not exceptionally talented high school student. Knowing it to be actually a sophisticated spoof made no difference. I wondered how I was going to get through an hour of it. After a while, however, it began to seem interestingly bad. Then it became mysteriously fascinating. I couldn’t stop watching.

The plot of what Ms. Parnes’s Web site describes as a “web-based episodic digital film” is complicated. Set in a wealthy, gated community, “County Down” revolves around the invention and distribution of a psychedelic drug — delivered and consumed in nippled baby bottles — by a teenage girl named Angel. For unclear reasons, her parents and those of her friends are going insane. There are zombies, cannibalism and murder, including a matricidal decapitation. It’s a blatantly ridiculous and yet weirdly compelling soap opera; “Night of the Living Dead” meets “Pretty Little Liars.”

Serious-minded viewers might find in Ms. Parnes’s film social commentary on addiction, consumerism, the media, adolescent angst, suburban ennui and so forth. Whatever. Mainly, it’s a hoot.
Ken Johnson
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/09/20/arts/design/laura-parnes-county-down.html?_r=0

"These people don't have friends, Angel. They have interests, and don't you forget it," Tanya tells her co-conspirator in the opening sequence of artist Laura Parnes' new film County Down. Angel, the precocious rebel-genius played by Stephanie Vella, has just designed a pink hallucinogenic called Quix, packaged in baby bottles and distributed to other teens in their posh gated community. Her popularity has skyrocketed, especially since all the adults in the neighborhood seem to be going slowly mad and anxiety among teens is at a high point. "Right now, it's in their interests to respect us," Tanya adds.

The whole thing is very '90s -- it looks like a video game informed by rave culture, anime, McMansions and Clinton-era oblivion. Its protagonist, Angel, could be a composite of a slightly snazzed-up Daria from MTV and Christina Ricci's Wendy from The Ice Storm -- she's different, dark, sassy, smart and maybe dangerous. She has heavy blue eye makeup and a vintage schoolgirl wardrobe, and she's in over her head.

"Destruction is the one principle in the world we can count on," Angel says, two-thirds of the way through Parnes' film. "That and Quix." Parnes initially called the drug Triple X, but then xXx the movie came out. She tried calling it Tsunami instead, but then the devastating tsunami hit Japan. Quix had none of that baggage. "It's like instant sweetness or something," Angel gushes in County Down. "It sounds like immediate gratification," says Parnes.

The film ends when most adults have died or lost their minds completely -- one woman tries to devour her son's leg -- and even Angel's friends have begun to crawl around delusionally, due to the dwindling supply of Quix. In the last scene, men in white jumpsuits and face masks lead Angel and Tanya from their gated enclave into the wider world. We hear Angel's voice, coming at us from the future, nostalgic for her moment of disastrous, youthful free reign: "Everything's different now and I know that's a good thing, but sometimes I wish I could go back to that time, when I was really a part of something."
Catherine Wagley
http://blogs.laweekly.com/arts/2012/04/laura_parnes_county_down_at_la.php

COUNTY DOWN TRAILER 2011 from Laura Parnes on Vimeo.

Monday, 6 January 2014

ART101 behind the scenes 06.01.14 - pictures

To Duncan of Jordanstone College of Art and Design today, in order to begin shooting on the ART101 project in the green screen studio space there. Further details will be announced in the coming weeks, but for now I took a few photos and here they are:

Sunday, 5 January 2014

Ryan Trecartin - CENTER JENNY

Ryan Trecartin (born 1981, Webster, Texas) is an artist and filmmaker currently based in Los Angeles. He studied at the Rhode Island School of Design, graduating with a BFA in 2004. Trecartin has since lived and worked in New Orleans, Los Angeles, Philadelphia and Miami.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ryan_Trecartin

Video artist Ryan Trecartin's latest film, Center Jenny officially came out last month, but what better way to rid ourselves of a communal Halloween hang over, than to immerse our brains in the psychedelic, selfie-centred, suburban nightmare that is a Ryan Trecartin video? The latest in the young artist's series of information-overloaded, internet-jargon-filled, reality TV-like treatises on online existentialism is all about media overindulgence — and the damage and self-affirmation that comes with it.

The editing is pretty rapid in parts, his characters flail around like hyperactive eight-year-olds — their voices sped up or slowed down and warped to extremes — and the dialogue based primarily on empty platitudes and nonsensical, new age style motivational sound bites. If cleverbots took human form, dropped acid and threw party, their conversations would sound likes this. You might not be able to watch the whole thing, but we dare you to try.
Jerico Mandybur
http://oystermag.com/watch-artist-ryan-trecartins-center-jenny

Ryan's films are kind of like that fucked up dream (nightmare) you have where you wander around the shopping center from your youth, bumping into people you've known, having random chats, interacting with strange objects, all the while none of it strings together or makes any sense.
Igor
http://www.omgblog.com/2013/11/omg_priority_innfield_ryan_tre.php#axzz2pZJcbqa6

While there is far less use of glitchy computer effects than in much his earlier work, Trecartin’s signature erratic cuts, warping sounds and bizarre dialogue persist.

During the course about an hour, the film follows its massive cast of tween-inspired characters through a series of short multi-layered vignettes as they excessively mock each other whilst continuously obsessing over the one and only “Jimmy West.” The film focuses on the life of Jenny who has, according to many of the other characters, become too “left-of-center” while pursuing her interestsWe’re also given a worthwhile glimpse into the Priority Innfield set, a hybrid combination of a classroom, locker room and an obstacle course that’s been created in Google Sketch-Up by both Ryan Trecartin and Lizzie Fitch. This environment is one that remains in flux and continues to change, much like the loud and bratty characters that seem to inhabit it. 
Kyle Petreycik
http://animalnewyork.com/2013/watch-ryan-trecartins-eerie-new-tween-inspired-center-jenny/


"CENTER JENNY is one of four movies completed in 2013 by Ryan Trecartin, first shown as part of an installation at the Arsenale during the 55th Venice Biennale. For this movie and its related works, Lizzie Fitch and Trecartin created a modular maze of sets on a soundstage with the help of commercial set builders. Designing with Google’s open source 3D modeling program SketchUP, the artists along with these tradespeople built a functional system of environments. The space is rigged to radically adapt for different purposes, but shifting as a narrative one as well, guiding action much in the way that a written script does. No pun intended, the set in its various manifestations is a central feature of CENTER JENNY, where Trecartin fixates on notions of location and proximity but continually eschews any concrete grasp of them.

The cast ranges from collaborators familiar from previous works dating as far back as toA Family Finds Entertainment (2004) to professional actors from popular television sitcoms. Most belong to one of several groups of uniformed girls who are all named Jenny. One duo of Jennys wears earmuffs and pink hoodies branded “AUDITION;” another posse dons khaki shorts and tank tops covering up greenscreen-green bikinis; other, grittier girls are in sweats that read “W4$T3;” a more womanly group in neutral tones identify themselves as nameless proto-Jennys, held in limbo as they await matriculation into “The University.”

The various Jennys belong to a caste system in which iterations of the same, basic, archetypal girl differentiate themselves from one another based on how powerfully they have evolved. The notion of being “basic”, in fact, is a flattening condemnation the girls hurl back and forth at one another. There is a quantitative basis for self-actualization here, and, as if in a video game or any other kind of entertainment simulation, a level-based logic propels the Jennys as they graduate from nothing – “I don’t have a name yet, we’re not even on a level” – to level one, to level two, and beyond. This guides the plot as well, which shifts abruptly from one vignette to the next in an arc that escalates without concern for scenes that have been surpassed by more evolved ones.

The group dynamic recalls previous works like K-CoreaINC.K, in which a mass of characters in tan business attire arbitrarily compose a sort of model UN of delegates from around the world– USA Korea, Brazil Korea, Canada Korea, etc. However inCENTER JENNY, instead of a superficial heterogeneity spread across a group as a global microcosm, everyone is striving to be as similar as possible. Rather, everyone is mimicking an ideal, and the result among the successful ones is sameness.

This ideal has a name, “the source,” and one group of Jennys regard its influence as a kind of Icarus drive, ominously cautioning one girl that if she continues in her ways she “might end up in touch with the source.” Proximity to center is an absolute measure of potency. The possibility of being close enough to touch “the source” runs the risk of being consumed by the powers that that shape the world they live in. But any remove from the center connotes vulnerability. Gatekeeper Jennys brand underlings “left of center”—a designation that others wear proudly, seemingly for alternative positions along this otherwise oppressive, concentric continuum.

The movie’s sound and camera crew are often captured onscreen as peripheral characters that frame the interior action of the Jennys as a contained production or kind of ethnographic study. Authoritarian presences like televisions hosts and teachers are other non-Jennys, who reinforce the rigid, competition-based ecosystem in which they exert their development.

One girl, then another, declares herself Sara Source — a direct descendent of the humanity all the other vessels idolize. Whether either is truly Sara Source is as unclear as whether any of the people in the movie are people at all, or if they are post-human simulations emulating constructions of personality and community mythologized as a source code for social behavior."
Kevin McGarry
http://vman.com/site/content/1845/the-video-center-jenny

CENTER JENNY, 2013 from Ryan Trecartin on Vimeo.

Friday, 3 January 2014

Sleezy D - I've Lost Control

Marshall Jefferson (born September 19, 1959, Chicago, Illinois) is an American musician, working in house music, in particular, the subgenres of Chicago house and deep house.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marshall_Jefferson

JD: I was talking to some guys in a record shop the other day and they were convinced that you are Sleezy D.
 
MJ: Nah. Sleezy is an actual person. If you ever met him, you’d never forget him. Oh man, he is… sleazy. Everybody who came to town [starts laughing] Sleazy would take them round. Everybody loved Sleazy…
thequietus.com/articles/13646-marshall-jefferson-trax-records-interview

With the incessant burbling of the Roland TB 303 bass synthesiser underpinning a heavily treated vocal, this Marshall Jefferson production helped to define the intense acid sound. An uncannily accurate depiction of a bad trip, it ushered in a new age of dark side psychedelia.
Jon Savage
http://www.theguardian.com/music/2008/apr/20/electronicmusic.clubs1 

Adonis knew how to program the TB303 very well, but so did many others that bought the TB 303, but none of them would have intentionally used the TB303 the way I did. As for the way the bassline turned out, it was purely by accident; I punched in notes and that was the result. I'd like to say it was exactly what I wanted, but that wasn't the case. Only someone that didn't know what they were doing could program that bass line, examples of Adonis TB303 programming is "My Space" from my Virgo EP and "No Way Back" by Adonis, both very legible and not at all like the disorganized mess I did.

I've Lost Control was a hit in the Music Box at least 6 months before I even met Adonis. I did a conference call with Adonis and Sleezy last week and we both tried to explain this to Adonis, but he was staying with his story. Whether he actually believed it, your guess is as good as mine.
Marshall Jefferson
http://www.discogs.com/Sleezy-D-Ive-Lost-Control/release/2237 

Called "tracky" or "trackhead" by cognoscenti, this mechanistic side of house began with the mid-'80s jack tracks (palsied vamps, stutter-afflicted vocal riffs, mind-evacuating "jack your body" chants), then mutated into acid house in 1987. Acid contained its own microgenre of vocal-based tracks, a world away from the melisma-drenched fabulosity of Ultra Nate and Robert Owens. On the flipside of Phuture's "Acid Tracks," the very first house tune to deploy the fractal wibbles of the Roland 303 bass-synthesizer, the astonishing "Your Only Friend" personified cocaine as a robot-voiced tyrant: "I'll make you lie for me, I'll make you die for me." Other classics of this ilk include Adonis's "No Way Back," Bam Bam's "Where's Your Child?" and Sleazy D's "I've Lost Control," all themed around disorientation, mindwreck, abduction, and sexual dread.
Simon Reynolds
http://reynoldsretro.blogspot.co.uk/2013/11/green-velvet-hardcore-jollies-village.html