It is late at night on an uninhabited, rustic stretch of road on the outskirts of Sydney. You are driving along that stretch of road and have
been for as long as you can remember. And it has been, lets say, an hour
since you've encountered anything else on the road that moves. The only
light you can see are your car's headlights. At some point, while musing
thoughtlessly behind the wheel, you forget you are on the road. There is a
turn that you miss, slamming into a tree. You suffer significant and fatal
injuries, but despite the massive damage to your car and body, your
headlights are still on, illuminating the spinnifex grass against the black
of night. This is what you see, in your last moment of life, and Triosk have
arrived with The Headlight Serenade to provide a soundtrack. Best introduction
ever.
In The Headlight Serenade, Triosk has produced one of the most tastefully compiled jazz-electronica albums since the two styles began to mix.
Throughout the album, Triosk manages to be experimental without sacrificingtone or direction, a pitfall of experimental music that is ever-increasingly
difficult to avoid. So much ground has been covered with respects to new
sounds, that to be simulaneously unique, interesting and entertaining is one of the
most difficult tasks for an experimental musical group. Arguably, The
Headlight Serenade is an example of where this obstacle is truly
cleared.
While Triosk remarkable
achievement in contemporary jazz, there was a point at which the free nature
of its structure was detrimental to how well it sustained interest over thecourse of a full album, particularly in light of the repetitive nature of
Triosk's music. On The Headlight Serenade, there is a noticeable addition of
more conventionally structured "songs" that, instead of cheapening the sound, enriches the entire listening experience, introducing a range of moods that
would not be achievable through the sheer atmosphere of Triosk's more
minimal sonic experiments.
This is particularly true of the album's opener "Visions IV", which is
undoubtedly the catchiest piece of music Triosk has produced, with thick
layerings of creamy keyboard melodies and countermelodies, above juicy andalmost poppy bass and drum lines. The track showcases drummer Laurence
Pike's prowess with the drum set in a more conventional context, perhaps and
indication of how post-rock/electronica outfit Pivot (of which Pike and
Triosk pianist/keyboardist Adrian Klumpes are members) may have influenced
the song oriented approach of some tracks on the Headlight Serenade.
However, Triosk's earlier established innovative style remains, here extended upon - the most minimalistic elements are demonstrated in "Intensives Leben", which boasts frantic straight chordal semiquavers in its
piano track, and a pots-and-pans beat of a similar rhythm, who's repetitivenature and slow progression marks well Triosk's apparent fascination with
minimalism.
Stylistic notes aside, what Triosk does best, is to play the role of a
musical psychoactive drug, with its major focus on the construction of
elements to create a mood. When Triosk is playing, time slows. "Not to Hurt
You" demands your eyes to fill with big, fat tears, even (or perhaps
particularly) while surrounded by a carriage full of commuters on a train to
the city. Klumpes caresses a piano part like every member of his family, his
two dogs and a parrot has died in the past week, accompanied by a similarly
anguished performance from drums and bass, and the most emotional use of
tempo-less background percussion and odd sounds in recent history. In other
tracks, the listener is induced to experience a dangerously overwhelming
euphoria, such is Triosk's mastery of sonic landscapes. "Lazyboat" and "Vostok" offer up vast seas of subtly progressing ambient sounds, punctuated
by occasional piano, bass and drum parts that diversify the sound spectrum
remarkably.
It is remarkable that a group such as Triosk has been able to achieve such a
strong emotional response, where experimental music is so often alienating
to an audience. The experimental nature of Triosk's work is so often not a
detriment to its connection with a listener, but rather a device by which
the audience is engaged, and with The Headlight Serenade eventually
providing a start-to-end experience that is far deeper than a robotic
collection of sonic experiments that only arty wankers like myself could
appreciate, a hurdle that many experimental groups fail to cross. Triosk is
ahead of the pack in every way conceivable, and there is little anyone else
can do to change that. "The Headlight Serenade" is a soundtrack to the most
intense moments of your death, your life and your birth (in no particular
order). This is beautiful music.
-Marcus Whale