In this avant-garde musical odyssey, Wallraf delves deep into the realms of surrealism, concocting a cacophonous symphony of tapeloop-based chaos.
Hailing from the potential avant-garde mecca of Hamburg, Herr Wallraf is more than just a noise artist – he's a veritable theorist, a sonic philosopher if you will. His work delves into the repressed and uncanny sonic residues of everyday life, crafting soundtracks for the existential crises that plague our modern existence. Move over, Spotify playlists – Wallraf is here to soundtrack the creeping disaster we call life. And so, for example, it seems to hear the nightmare seizing in the form of creeping distortions, the sleep of the snoring subject in the opening track "He Bit His Tongue In His Sleep"), or the patterns of wallpaper seem to evoke nightmares that crush the observer into deviations that might recall those of the narrating subject in Gombrowicz's Cosmos (on the following track "Where Nothing Happens But The Wallpaper"), and so on, on contemporary plots where drones of sounds, increasingly suffocating and vaguely reminiscent of the corrosive noise rock of Starfish Enterprises (the prodromal project of Koen Lybaert before it mutated into Starfish pool), become protagonists of these concrete nightmares.
But don't let his academic credentials fool you – Wallraf's sonic explorations are anything but dry. His works have graced the shelves of numerous international tape labels, proving that noise knows no borders. And if that wasn't impressive enough, he's also dabbled in the live scoring of silent films, because what's better than watching a silent movie accompanied by a cacophony of industrial noise?
"The Commune of Nightmares" is more than just an album – it's a manifesto, a rallying cry against the banality of capitalist realism. Each track is a tape-looped fever dream, crafted from a hodgepodge of discarded cassettes and dusty 4-track tapes from the bowels of the late 90s. It's a musical game of cadavre exquis, played with random strangers and former versions of Wallraf himself. Because who needs sleep when you can have nightmares this avant-garde?
So, if you're ready to embark on a sonic journey that will leave you questioning the very fabric of reality, look no further than "The Commune Of Nightmares" by David Wallraf. Just be sure to buckle up – it's going to be a bumpy ride through the depths of the uncanny.