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ONITOR 059CD
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This is the second full-length release from Cologne's Napoli Is Not Nepal, the one-man project featuring Hendryk Martin. First influenced by his involvement with the hardcore scene, he then began to mix electronica within a more traditional pop format, and thus Napoli Is Not Nepal was born. His music's main feature is the combination of technical sounds with traditional music, creating a fresh and innovative style. There's no user's manual or blueprint for NINN's style, he just creates sounds he enjoys. On his Shitkatapult debut Revolv_er, he combined fragments of jazz music with clicks and snaps. It was also a try-out period for strange song-titles that indicated what the album was all about: electronic monotony combined with organic aesthetics and quite a good portion of nihilism. Boredom Is Always Counterrevolutionary uses the same sense of nihilism and combines it with pure ecotronics: the songs get back to melody, but are housed within a rough but smart sound-design; far away from typical dancefloors, but great for afterhour-lounge beach settings in the morning hours. NINN uses instruments the way they were meant to be played: acoustic guitars hover over crunching electronic beats that are humanized with a round bass, Rhodes and strings soothe the hyperactivity out of a shuffling, glitchy, minimalist beat pattern, proving that NINN's unique brand of indietronics remains as innovative as ever.
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"Napoli is not Nepal, Shitkatapult is not Karaoke Kalk -- nothing is as it already was before. Hendryk Bayrhoffer follows the charming logic of his artist's name with the full-length release Revolv_er, a relaxed hoax of mysterious connections that appear hidden beneath the truth. In so doing, this Cologne musician by-passes copy-paste samples and instead appropriates solid jazz musicians onto his hard drive who all carry his name. Napoli Is Not Nepal grabs us gently by the ears with the last church-day motto 'du stellst meine fuesse auf weitem raum' ('you put my feet into vast space') and takes us delicately into an unknown world made of lo-fi swabs that slowly but surely begin to turn. In 'A Night Outside the Bunker' a hippie-style guitar digs steadily into even downbeat valleys in order to guide the way. The 'Electrobastard' cuts the path like an adulterous song from air. An insight floats towards us from the loudspeaker of the psycho-delicatessen shop: 'this world is sound moving around.' Right on, feet remain standing in vast space and only the world underneath moves while a western-style guitar plays lonely loops in bangkok -- as if sobbing. A portable piano is pulled out and swings to the emotive crackling lines of the jazz sonnet 'Selma.' A beaten-up trumpet whispers with the glissandi of a peace-style guitar that shoots sparks from a cosmic camp-fire in order to exclaim: 'l'univers c'est moi.' A vibraphone sends its sound waves like some donated life into the ether. A vocoder transforms prayers from nightly depths. A sitar twangs at dawn and, in the distance, a complete jazz orchestra plays evergreens at the amphitheater. This world is reality as long as it's listened to. Do not be scared."
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