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$28.00
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RELEASE DATE: 4/26/2024
Originally released on tape by SicSic in 2014, Aprilnacht commemorates a decade of music from Brannten Schnüre and marked the spring in a tetralogy of albums about the four seasons when it came out. Back then the Würsburg-based project consisted solely of Christian Schoppik, who later welcomed Katie Rich to take over the vocals. He used to perform as Agnes Beil, but dropped the name when, while making this album realized his music was becoming "much gentler and more fragile." Aprilnacht already captured the particular musical ideas that Schoppik would thoroughly keep exploring, delving deeper and deeper into the use and manipulation of samplers from sources so diverging as to wander between the five continents to post-war German family television and cult cinema. Heir of the ritualistic intensity of Coil, of the intricate sampler assemblies of Ghédalia Tazartès', and of the dusty, dismal old ballads from around the world, Brannten Schnüre manages to make these paths cross in a territory that is as inherent as it is uncanny; sieged by the past and intimate as a hearth. An organic approach to folk, ambient, and sound collage, where ethereal yet thoroughly textured pieces coalesce in enthralling, delicate, and innermost musical rituals. Aprilnacht was inspired by the stories of German philosopher and writer Friedrich Alfred Schmid Noerr, whose work exhaustively examines the conflict between paganism and Christianity, safeguarding myth in a way that Schoppik describes as boldly modern, humorous and unpredictable in its variations of the Germanic folklore motifs. Do not succumb to the insipid howl of death, for nothing may last but mutability. You see, the rock has moved a little during the night; the rest is just wind fleeing from the void.
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Originally released on cassette in 2016 on Feathered Coyote Records. Brannten Schnüre are one of those neo-romantic music experimentalists who add to a long tradition of celebrating folk tale and exoticism. Their meticulously crafted loops, hesitant melodies and heavily nostalgic lyricism could easily be translated to what the late philosopher and music critic Mark Fisher called "hauntology", a postmodern longing for a lost future. To describe the beauty of Geträumt Hab' Ich Vom Martinszug, however, the term seems somewhat dissatisfying. Romanticism is a hard nut to crack in the Anthropocene, and Brannten Schnüre's realms of the cerebral are too deeply ingrained in a German tradition of storytelling to define them within popular paradigm. Geträumt Hab' Ich Vom Martinszug was recorded in 2014 in Würzburg and functions as the autumn part of the band's seasonal cycle quadrilogy (the other segments being Aprilnacht (SicSic), Sommer im Pfirsichhain (Aguirre) and Durch unser zugedecktes Tal (Youdonthavetocallitmusic)). It deals with the Saint Martin's parade, a mostly European tradition to celebrate the medieval spirit of Saint Martin of Tours, friend of children and patron of the poor. Around November 11th, children come out on the streets with lanterns and sing ancient songs in exchange for sweets. It's a period of snugness and expectation, of yearning and dreaming, and therefore a consummate subject for the duo to scrutinize. To the adult's ear the dream of the Saint Martin's parade isn't all that consolatory. The dark and slow loops of Christian Schoppik rather sound like motifs for a welcome paralysis. Sometimes as a gentle backdrop for vocals by Katie Rich and Schoppik himself, the repetitive structures serve as tricksters that trade innocence for the uncanny. The dream becomes a fever dream which quickly absorbs the listener into a vacuum, an eternal post-panic attack semi-relief. Maybe that's the amazing paradox of Brannten Schnüre. The space they occupy is never comforting -- as if being locked up inside a Carl Grossberg painting -- but it's also a subliminal aural zone you do not want to leave. It's music as being, as a stream, devoid of climax or catharsis. And because it is flux and being, and exists to be taken, it speaks in art's purest form. Layout by Johannes Schebler. Mastered by Pieter De Wagter. Edition of 500.
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