Though his vocabulary of sound is gargantuan, Cutler is proud to say that (aside from the occasional CD in the background to spice things up) it's all created before your eyes: "There are no samples, pads or triggers, just acoustic drums amplified and modified with standard electronic processors; there's a table with a few tambours, a frying pan, and an egg-slicer - also amplified - a miscellaneous collection of sticks,
|Chris Cutler playing solo.|
That laundry list is taken from the liner notes of the percussionist's engrossing disc, Solo: A Descent Into the Maelstrom (on his own ReR Megacorp label). Made up of a handful of live recordings, it's a dense thicket of clangs, rattles, clicks, and whirs that go bingle, bang, pop for just under an hour. There are stretches of near-silence, too, and short fragments intended to perform an "ear cleaning" effect. The record works in a variety of ways: as the subject of close scrutiny, as a free-associative trigger device, as background music for a really hip party. At the moment, I'm enjoying listening through it with my ears tuned to pick up nothing but the little rapid plastic click that Cutler's Ping- Pong ball makes when he bounces it.
Aside from his tenure in Pere Ubu, Cutler's main claim to fame is his membership in the prog-rock (for lack of a better label) group Henry Cow. While some of Henry Cow's contemporaries - Pink Floyd and Genesis, for example - went on to stardom, Cow alums such as Cutler
|CHRIS CUTLER: SOLO PERCUSSION |
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In the liner notes to Solo, Cutler implies that this kind of improvisation wouldn't even exist without an audience intimate enough to interact with him:
"Why live recordings? Because I could never find the motivation to improvise in an empty studio, except as the preliminary to compositional work, while at a concert, the pressure, the public, the physical acoustics, and the strict unalterability of the event make improvisation - at least for me - a meaningful and social act; I can see the point of it as an end rather than the beginning of a work."
Ironically, the result of this communal-experience recording is something of an experimental-music rarity: a CD that actually holds up for the solitary home-bound listener. But that shouldn't keep you from going to see him do his thing live. •
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