Our first visit to Cafe Oto, which is shamefully close by. It's an absolutely wonderful venue: Despite showcasing some of the most experimental, earsplitting music imaginable, the system is wonderfully understated, just filling the room with sound, letting your presence in the space be enough exposure to the noise. They also have an excellent alcohol policy: An amateurishly biro-ed sign propped on the bar announces "No sales during the performances".This was absolutely essential during the solo cymbal with mixing/processing by Oceans of Silver and Blood. Long episodes of clanging, chiming silence, gradually shifting rise-and-fall of frequency reverberation. The cymbal player was out of sight behind his huge tam-tam, which added to the drama. "When's the next noise coming"?
ARAR had charmed us with home-made radio transmitters, simple jury-rigged wave-form machines and a sound propelled by the humane ebb and flow of bass frequency.
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