Sunday, 11 December 2011
Music is a bubbling pot of emotions. If you throw out an adjective, there's probably a band, album or song. Desolation, euphoria, nostalgia, dread, these have all been done thousands of times with various degrees of success.
Thomas Köner makes empty music. Music devoid of emotions. Ambient drones, consisting of cold field recordings and very low synths. There is no pain, no joy here. Köner creates a world unlike any other, where even sound barely exists.
He doesn't make easy music either. In fact many would be quick to decide it's not even music, even that it's mainly silence. Köner's drones consist of whistling wind like noises, low cold bass and the occasional snatch of a crystalline synth. Köner doesn't make music for the end of the universe, he makes music that is only heard after the universe has imploded, brief echoes of what once was.
Yet despite it's lack of emotions, it's very captivating. Listening to it is almost a hypnotic experience, as you feel your surroundings dissolve and fall apart around you. The album is short for ambient as well; under 40 minutes, but it's the perfect length, meaning the album never feels too long. Permafrost is an almost perfect album, one that shows us a place too dark to put into words.