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Christian Zanési - Grand Bruit / Stop! l'horizon
Vinyl LP
£17.99
Out 1st December 2017

Christian Zanési

Grand Bruit / Stop! l'horizon

Editions Mego

Expected: 1st December 2017 | 2 track electronic album

Digital Transfer: Jonathan Fitoussi

Translations: Valérie Vivancos
Layout: Stephen O'Malley

Coordination GRM: Daniel Teruggi & François Bonnet
Executive Production: Peter Rehberg

Grand Bruit (1991), 28'55

The great mobile sound bodies have an ordinary yet amazing ability to place the listener-traveller within, as if he or she was inside a giant double bass, in this case a train stroked by a double bow: the rails and the air.

In 1991, I explored this phenomenon during my daily commute from the studio to my home. I used only a 21 minutes recording and treated it as a single sound object. I then processed and enhanced it as a photographer would have done, immersing it in successive 'baths'. The title I chose for this singular form was Grand Bruit

Stop ! l'horizon (1983), 18'05

Saturday morning, nine o'clock as I reach the studio.

No one here.

I only turn on the spotlights as the fluorescent tubes are too noisy. I switch the power on, shut the door, unplug the telephone. I then switch the mixing desk on, which sends an electronic impulse into the amps. The four speakers react individually with a very brief and low hiss. A kind of presence.

I haven't listened to anything since the evening before and my ear is refreshed by a night's sleep.

I feed the original mix into the master recorder and sit down in the centre.

Remote control: PLAY

With the first sound I close my eyes. The studio instantly vanishes. Another place, a much larger space opens up.

I enter it.

I have the very distinct feeling that music is merely a great noise, chiselled inside with a thousand details. It opens up like a living organism to let my hearing wander across it. A magnetic relation quickly occur and all the sounds that constitute this great noise draw me towards the East.

I accept this direction.

Later, much later, I reach a distant point on the horizon which pulls me towards it.