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1349 RYKKINN Brown ring of fury
Noise/field rec.
Released April 2003
1349 RYKKINN Brown ring of fury
Noise/field rec.
Released April 2003
Release info/Press release
After six years of silence one of Norway's true electronic pioneers returns with a severe but sincere album.
Few people can with more authority than Bård Torgersen (aka 1349 Rykkinn) claim to have been one of the real innovators of the Norwegian electronic music scene.
Torgersen's ambition as a kid, growing up in Rykkinn (a suburb of Oslo) was to make music combining four elements: The intensity of hardcore, found sounds, heavy bass, and surrealism. Torgersen and many of his friends, being DJs and musicians, worked hard paving the way for electronic music in this stony, dark dump at the top of Europe. Making headlines in the biggest
national newspapers, drawing more and more people to the wild style parties Torgersen and collaborators hosted. Starting back in 1983 and ending in 1996, Torgersen had spent over 12 years in the service of providing people with homemade bass and thunder, releasing a string of critically acclaimed albums, touring Norway and abroad with groups such as Nemlig Hemlig, Masters of Møh, SUPERskill and Lord Bård.
In 1996 Torgersen left the scene due to a heavy depression. He went traveling around the world, bringing along a mini-disc and video camera. He collected a huge mass of images and sounds. Late night motorbike racing on the freeways of Tokyo, the Kavadi ritual performed in Georgetown, Malaysia, steroid fueled price fighters in Gran Canaria, Las Palmas. Listen closely to the album and you will hear.
This album is the closest Torgersen comes to explaining the feeling of being a suburban kid in Rykkinn, Norway, in the eighties. Neo-nazis, kids shooting up dope, parents drinking the winter away, fields with flowers in crazy colors, kissing in stairways. Mad love. «Brown Ring of Fury» is a snapshot of years passed a long time ago, mixed with impressions of recent traveling. Distorted diaries if you will.
Cut press:
"I always look forward to checking out a new Jester release, because not only are all of their releases well-recorded and swaddled in packaging of exceptional design, but they frequently point toward musical scenes and territories previously left undocumented. But nothing in the artwork and liner notes will prepare you for the harsh vistas of sound that commence when you throw on this disc. Things get off to a perilous start with "Extreme Sunlight," in which crashing waves of mechanical chattering meld and recombine, until the entire track sounds like the CD is horribly damaged. Painful-sounding, to say the least. "Glenn Kristoffersen is Dead" isn't quite so cut-up and mutilated, but its sounds are considerably more screechlike and hair-raising. Over what sounds like might have been samples of country music, Torgersen spreads out a vast array of high-pitching wailing sounds that eventually resolve into thundering rhythmic chatter like the sound of earthmovers demolishing a city block, occasionally creating wailing echoes when the bulldozer blades strike steel and buried electrical cables beneath the concrete. The last track, "Buenos Aventura", is a bizarre one: a babble of conversations centering around some Brit standing around at some party talking about dreaming of Jesus, heroin, reincarnation, and slapping people around -- a typical party conversation, in other words (???)."
- Dead Angel
"A groovy piece which will set your nerves on edge. The air (and where I'm sitting dust particles) which vibrate to sound find themselves doing aerobics to rival Military training. Metallic percussion wrestles with pitch-shifting distortion, amorphous booming bass sounds underline caustic layers of overdriven warped noise. Here and there they add a tiny oasis of 'music' - a decent piece of acoustic guitar set against live ambience seems a breath of fresh air wedged into the poison atmosphere elsewhere."
- Metamorphic Journeyman
"There is a track that separates from the others very much. It is an acoustic guitar track which I can relate to as ones first love, loosing the virginity or any other soft and memorable moments of my teen years."
- Limbo Central
"Despite the inclusion of the appealing acoustic guitar number, make no mistake: this album is all about sound that has been fucked with, chewed up, ground down, and run through one of those G-force simulators that made Clint Eastwood and company look less like senior citizens in that old-guys-in-space movie, whatever it was called"
- Splendid
"According to reports, Norway has the highest suicide rate in the world."
- Almost Cool
After six years of silence one of Norway's true electronic pioneers returns with a severe but sincere album.
Few people can with more authority than Bård Torgersen (aka 1349 Rykkinn) claim to have been one of the real innovators of the Norwegian electronic music scene.
Torgersen's ambition as a kid, growing up in Rykkinn (a suburb of Oslo) was to make music combining four elements: The intensity of hardcore, found sounds, heavy bass, and surrealism. Torgersen and many of his friends, being DJs and musicians, worked hard paving the way for electronic music in this stony, dark dump at the top of Europe. Making headlines in the biggest
national newspapers, drawing more and more people to the wild style parties Torgersen and collaborators hosted. Starting back in 1983 and ending in 1996, Torgersen had spent over 12 years in the service of providing people with homemade bass and thunder, releasing a string of critically acclaimed albums, touring Norway and abroad with groups such as Nemlig Hemlig, Masters of Møh, SUPERskill and Lord Bård.
In 1996 Torgersen left the scene due to a heavy depression. He went traveling around the world, bringing along a mini-disc and video camera. He collected a huge mass of images and sounds. Late night motorbike racing on the freeways of Tokyo, the Kavadi ritual performed in Georgetown, Malaysia, steroid fueled price fighters in Gran Canaria, Las Palmas. Listen closely to the album and you will hear.
This album is the closest Torgersen comes to explaining the feeling of being a suburban kid in Rykkinn, Norway, in the eighties. Neo-nazis, kids shooting up dope, parents drinking the winter away, fields with flowers in crazy colors, kissing in stairways. Mad love. «Brown Ring of Fury» is a snapshot of years passed a long time ago, mixed with impressions of recent traveling. Distorted diaries if you will.
Cut press:
"I always look forward to checking out a new Jester release, because not only are all of their releases well-recorded and swaddled in packaging of exceptional design, but they frequently point toward musical scenes and territories previously left undocumented. But nothing in the artwork and liner notes will prepare you for the harsh vistas of sound that commence when you throw on this disc. Things get off to a perilous start with "Extreme Sunlight," in which crashing waves of mechanical chattering meld and recombine, until the entire track sounds like the CD is horribly damaged. Painful-sounding, to say the least. "Glenn Kristoffersen is Dead" isn't quite so cut-up and mutilated, but its sounds are considerably more screechlike and hair-raising. Over what sounds like might have been samples of country music, Torgersen spreads out a vast array of high-pitching wailing sounds that eventually resolve into thundering rhythmic chatter like the sound of earthmovers demolishing a city block, occasionally creating wailing echoes when the bulldozer blades strike steel and buried electrical cables beneath the concrete. The last track, "Buenos Aventura", is a bizarre one: a babble of conversations centering around some Brit standing around at some party talking about dreaming of Jesus, heroin, reincarnation, and slapping people around -- a typical party conversation, in other words (???)."
- Dead Angel
"A groovy piece which will set your nerves on edge. The air (and where I'm sitting dust particles) which vibrate to sound find themselves doing aerobics to rival Military training. Metallic percussion wrestles with pitch-shifting distortion, amorphous booming bass sounds underline caustic layers of overdriven warped noise. Here and there they add a tiny oasis of 'music' - a decent piece of acoustic guitar set against live ambience seems a breath of fresh air wedged into the poison atmosphere elsewhere."
- Metamorphic Journeyman
"There is a track that separates from the others very much. It is an acoustic guitar track which I can relate to as ones first love, loosing the virginity or any other soft and memorable moments of my teen years."
- Limbo Central
"Despite the inclusion of the appealing acoustic guitar number, make no mistake: this album is all about sound that has been fucked with, chewed up, ground down, and run through one of those G-force simulators that made Clint Eastwood and company look less like senior citizens in that old-guys-in-space movie, whatever it was called"
- Splendid
"According to reports, Norway has the highest suicide rate in the world."
- Almost Cool