Blending field recordings from places as far afield as Newcastle-upon-Tyne, Brooklyn and Indonesia, Robert L Pepper and Robin Storey (also known as Pas Musique and Rapoon respectively) brought Composited Reality to the world on cassette and USB stick in 2018. Now Zoharum have issued a CD edition, and it shimmers with a haze of imaginary and real landscapes made artificial flesh, its coherence constructed into a miasma of hallucinatory soundscapes that glow with the acoustic aura of what John Hassell termed the fourth world.
This vibratory travelogue that exists in no geographical zone known on Earth in this particular form, save for on the spinning bits and bytes engraved in ridges on a compact disc, or still more dematerialised yet on hard drives and smart media, on flash devices or streamed online. And it’s this disjunction between what is “real” that Composited Reality addresses, while also providing a place to zone out beyond the veil of human tears that passes for quotidian existence.
These electronic figments from the id tumble and twitch like an echoing formant, evincing a kind of descent from the Krell instrumentality from Forbidden Planet, their ghostly remnants turning on multiple axes as if there was no gravity, no longer any earthbound source to their acoustic selves. Sounds become twisted and repopulated in nascent shapes that have leapt unbound from their specific origins, turn themselves into something other, something familiar yet distinct. This is a place where machine elves lurk, chattering and whooping, sending forth far-distant choruses or scuttling and spinning virtual bells for their own entertainment, and perhaps not even the listener’s; they simply may not care.
Fifty-odd minutes might be the length of the average binge-watched TV episode to some, but in the electronic hands and arms of Pas Musique and Rapoon it can seem like a lifetime, an ayahuasca-condensed trip (in every sense) from A to B via Z and sigma, aleph and omega, one and zero. The sum can transcend is particulate matter, whether they meander and randomise or push right up facewards and direct; this round the world excursion may have been brought to life by the letters D, M and T, and the avant-garde says “hello world” too.
-Linus Tossio-