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Kevin Drumm / Jérôme Noetinger / Robert Piotrowicz - Wrestling
7": Bocian Records, bc 04, Mar 2011

A. Wrestling: The Angel Wrestles With Jacob, He Fails And Does Not Give Jacob A New Name
B. Rest: After A Rest The Angel Tries Again, Once Again He Fails And Falls Into Jacob's Arms


Kevin Drumm - analog synthesizer, electronics
Jérôme Noetinger - electronics
Robert Piotrowicz - analog synthesizer, guitar

Wrestling: The Angel wrestles with Jacob, he fails and does not give Jacob a new name.
Rest: After a rest the Angel tries again, once again he fails and falls into Jacob's arms.
Concept of the record, edit and mixing by Robert Piotrowicz.
Recorded at MUSICA GENERA FESTIVAL 2005, 29 of May 2005


What is your name?
Wrestling is a unique 7" single consisting of a 3 way tag team made up of Kevin Drumm (USA), Jérôme Noetinger (France) and Robert Piotrowicz (Poland). All 3 artists have solid reputations in the world of experimental electronic music. Here they have it out with one another and the machines in front of them. The result is a devastating electronic maelstrom divided into 2 parts:
Wrestling: The Angel takes on Jacob. Frequencies hurtle around the room as the listener is taken into a world of sound both compelling and destructive.
Rest: The battle continues until the Angel fails to defeat Jacob. Our intrepid explorers wrestle the last gasp out of their chosen arsenal before everything collapses in an exhausted heap.
Recorded at Musica Genera Festival in Szczecin/Poland on 28th of May 2005. This is physical sound on a physical format. Like the old days when Angels wrestled Men and the Earth spoke loud and clear about it's past, present and future.
Again, I ask you, what is your name?

(–) Mark Harwood, Penultimate Press

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REVIEWS
(...)a live recording from May 2005, a trio collaboration between Kevin Drumm (analog synthesizer, electronics), Jérôme Noetinger (electronics) and Robert Piotrowicz (analog synthesizer, guitar). Two furious slabs of improvised noise here. Side A (perhaps called 'Wrestling') has a battle of sounds, wrestling of analogue sound creators, trying to make out who is the strongest here, machismo in music, perhaps? The B-side (perhaps called 'Rest') start out in a similar loud mood, but here things are getting more and more quiet as the piece evolves and end with something of a machine being switched off. Nice one.

(–) Frans de Waard, Vital Weekly
One of two handsomely produced 45s issued by the Polish label Bocian, this one features two excerpts from a 2005 live show by what I guess one could call a power trio. Now, I'm not as big a fan of Drumm as many though I've no doubt this assemblage is quite capable of producing a healthy blast of noise, but they seem not so well served by these brief snippets. Artur Nowak, who recorded the event, mentioned how great the entire show was and it well may have been. Here, we get two parcels of ear-rending sound, mere peepholes into the concert. One can imagine its entirety, I suppose, and the samples are tasty morsels of the kind, but...I guess I have to question the strategy in such a release. It may have been a matter of this or nothing, though, and fans of the three musicians will doubtless consider it worth the expense. It does have its (short) moments.

(–) Brian Olewnick, Just Outside
Live recording from 2005 of summit between three noise scientists. Lots of ominous vacillations and dark bellows on the A side, more clattery on the flip. Must have been quite amazing live, but my ears are probably happier with these snippets , over which I maintain complete volume control.

(–) Byron Coley (Wire)
A live segment from the 2005 edition of the Musica Genera Festival, which - taking a look at the participants - does not need excessive descriptions. Analogue synths, electronics and guitar promise (and deliver) several minutes of engrossing turbulence, the kind of tension that only improvisers willing to give up schemes and abandon themselves to the flow of instant creativity are able to elicit. This has to be played loud - and don't go hiding when the going gets tough.

(–) Massimo Ricci, Touching Extremes
Recorded six years ago, but just released this year, this is a three way collaboration with some of the biggest names who inhabit that gray space between musique concret and harsh noise. The result is an all-too-brief work that covers the strengths of both scenes quite nicely..
On "Wrestling," there are layers of squelchy static atop an uneasy thud that almost feels rhythmic, neither of which becomes too loud to overshadow the other. Between the sputtering analog synth cast-off noises and dynamic, abstract clattering, there is a sense of both electronic chaos and careful, but abstract structures.
"Rest" opens up the doors to noise a bit more, heralded by an opening, expansive blast of noise that feels like an Incapacitants bit that at least initially pulls away to leave legions of little analog birds to chirp away. These hyper synth burps are contrasted by what sounds like some big, dumb guitar blasts, ending up in a more raw, less controlled context. The latter portions are a bit more menacing, sounding like splashing water and plumbing pipes bursting in a dark, cavernous space.
Considering this is only a 7", it is all too brief in length. While occasionally it sounds like three distinct artists doing their own thing, those moments are mostly erased by the ones where it all comes together and clicks, like a really good free jazz record.

(–) Creaig Dunton, brainwashed.com
This international wrecking crew despatch endless waves of scuttling soldier scarabs over the synapses of a surging supercomputer, snapping all the wrong wires and chewing out system defunct system static. Meanwhile, belched electronic spew eviscerates redundant texts like low-grade explores doing a hatchet job on dead hieroglyphics carved in clastic sandstone. It's a sterling effort all told, topped with a heart-gladdening bout of seraphic- style puglism on the front sleeve"

(–) Spencer Grady, Record Collector