A blistering live solo drum improvisation by the master of disaster with longwinded liner notes covering the dramatic arc of WW's 2009-2014 New York period
"Robert Wyatt, the composer, songwriter and onetime Soft Machine drummer, recently announced his retirement from music at age 69. As his role in the Softs was coming apart in 1970, he released his first solo LP, titled End of an Ear, which announced an entirely different sonic imprint than heard on most period Canterbury records (and was made in opposition to his former bandmates).
One can hope that drummer/guitarist Weasel Walter will keep pushing back at least that long; End of an Error marks his geographic departure from New York and the city’s improvisational underground. However, for the past year and change, he’s been on the road with Lydia Lunch and Cellular Chaos and thus setting the kit aside, as noted in the accompanying essay, so perhaps what better way to announce the next phase than returning to his roots? Walter’s first release was a cassette of multi-tracked solo music, The Final Solution (1991), and as much as he claims an aversion to solo drumset recordings, End of an Error makes a case for his ability to compel with a narrow palette.
Contra crowd pleasers like Han Bennink, Pierre Favre or Paul Lytton, Walter uses a pared-down and high-tuned kit, augmented only by scattered gongs, roto-toms, ratchet, and jam block. There is a noticeable and serious arc to this 26-minute live performance, building on sharp, isolated micro-phrases and accenting bombs, condensed and needling movements accentuated by garish, sashaying gestures. At the five-minute point, small sounds are overlaid and the focus turns to a larger field of action, though not without customary, haranguing clusters. Of course, even as a solo operating within several parallel areas, there are common phrases and a concentrated heft, allowing this admittedly lengthy piece to hang together as a totality (even in seeming asides, like the fiddling section at 18:25). Piling dry, discrete notes and spreading them out in a study of directed contrasts, Walter’s approach is reminiscent of European and Japanese free players, though with a manic clarity drawn from no wave and metal. But rather than a summation of what’s come before, End of an Error is a statement of purpose, and a reminder that committed, absolutist art is the only step forward that’s worth taking."
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my dear Agnes, have you also been enjoying the silence of not having the kids around too? I know nigels still here but he barely counts.
we get to watch the chase and hold hands and not be interrupted by "hey can you sign this permission slip for school camp?"
or "hey when are you guys gonna start dinner it's almost 10"
or "dad the interents shat out again" they were never keen to sit with us and watch babe in the big city on VHS, the way it's MEANT to be watched with us, so why try anymore? KENNY CHARLTON!