SYNTHETIK 1

Seesselberg's solo work express the anguish of how much the electronic fascination, avant-garde, obstruction of senses and technical volatilization evolves to an artistic phenomenon, an implacable hallucinating music, plus an equally fascinated and freaky hard imagination and timeless impression. The rest falls into obscure lapses (and never leaves that spot, the promotion of this music material is basically flat-line, only telling you spicy and best to describe emotions about an album that you can hardly book anymore, these days), spontaneous reasons of electronic velocities and well-designed kinds of artistic impulse and leaking visions, impossible unfortunately to concur with the biggest names of the genre.

The Seesselberg's brothers evolve a thing that appeared common and mostly fascinating around the times and the linguine hedonistic movement of electronic and complicated music: the search for brand new characteristics (mostly finding a lot of motivation in the area of sounds, of fractures, of noises and of atomized tensions of music), ways of flagrant expression, experiment and exploitation, plus an immense feature of unnatural and dissimilar patterns of music adaptation - listening to a lot of the artistic or obscure kraut rock which dispenses of all its "beautiful melody" and "courageous timbre" for a couple of insane and psychotic monumental orchestrations, or to the same quality of electronic music, grasping the experimental and the sharp resounds, proves the 'addiction' and the fully massive art-crash within those boundaries. Seesselberg's recipe was to create their own set of instrumental equipment (and they reach a set of electronics, synths, modulations and phasers beyond any calm and simple notion of musical-based technique, permitting them to move forward, into experiment and expression), plus based all their "Dusseldorf sub-school" train of thoughts towards a kind of unpredictable and very toughly and roughly balanced unique music amplitude, reaching the likes of Kluster and Schnitzler having revolutionized, based on impossible atonalities and dark spirits of sounds, the classic system of the eclectic genre. Some basic tangent characteristics with the psychedelic and kraut rock embers are made, but mostly this is a wild session of classic cold electronica.

The album synthetik 1 is composed of nine pieces, much to the sense of a dark concept and an independent stroke of composition. There's no rhythm and subtle line to follow in this album made of hollow, sharp-turbulent, astral-numb, technical apprised and hard trend-setting sounds, noises, music meter volatilizations and general impacts of synth-swirls. Everything is a dark and impressionable scratch, to the extent that excessiveness means the achievement of high drifts and impeccable motions. Nothing, except some vibrations and some colors, sheds light on how this burden can be interpreted leisurely or how melodies or simple electronic ideas can be depicted or can replace the ideal of mass experimentation. Since it also gains a stubborn quality of compelling more and more by each minute, it can appear heartless and drafty, cynical and made of an unstoppable imagination - true to a point, the Seesselberg experiment actually culminates at a point of electronic music not being randomly improvised, but produced, in a conservatory way, under coaled, deep, intrinsic and introverted fibers. A work impressive by its nature.

The sad part remains how this album had only 600 copies, how the Seesselberg brothers stopped only at this album and how, since neither apparently continued on other levels and into other bands their work and their etherized style. A cruel, but perhaps not absolutely astonishing fate. Another volume or two of synthetik wouldn't have presented in no way a loss or a deviance of this profoundly technical and somber-artistic vision.

Obviously very difficult and with a lot of unromantic, unnatural and unmelodious power to impress, this album is a very powerful experiment recommended to the very high artistic and architectural music one can love. A classic of its kind, though it simply proves a work of obscure and unwonted strength. Kluster, Schnitzler and other kraut-heads or electro-machinists did, theoretically, a similar kind of exploding art, some a couple of times more interesting, but that's not even close to relevant.