PREMIERE: Gainstage – Elevated Noise [Portals Editions]

April 4, 2016

Portals Editions are a relatively new Berlin-based collective of sound artists consisting of Shaddah Tuum, Ketev, Circular Ruins, Gainstage, Noumeno, Consulate etc. They are focusing on intense industrial sounds, heavy-doomy noise and everything else you can imagine inbetween… and their tracks got some remix treatment by Orphan Swords, Cut Hands, Kerridge and Dadub! They have six releases in their quickly expanding catalogue so far, and we have the pleasure to premiere their seventh, which will be out on April 8th − you can listen to Gainstage’s ‘Elevated Noise’ in full-length on Sounds Of A Tired City.

Gainstage: Elevated Noise

Gainstage are Pierce Warnecke and Arik Hayut. Pierce Warnecke was born in California but has lived most of his life in Europe. His works consist of installations, compositions and concerts, he’s been frequently collaborating with raster-noton’s Frank Bretschneider. He currently is a professor at Berklee College of Music’s Master program in Valencia, Spain. Arik Hayut has been working under his Monoblock alias, he is a composer, drummer, percussionist and builder of new instruments from Berlin.

Gainstage is all about industrial beats and distorted drones. A post human barren waste-land-scape punctuated by recurring angular concrete structures. Almost regular pulses develop or erode over a grim dystopian horizon – this defective heartbeat, comprised of glass shards, rusted iron and split cement, drives forward through thick layers of sludge that stretch out over the vast expanses of desolate space that might have once been home to life, love and the pursuit of material happiness. In these alien pieces of audio, one need not find terror, but enlightenment. There is no deception in destruction; nor lies in death.  Allow the weight of ‘Elevated Noise’ to act as psychogenesis – you may find yourself rising faster than you fall.

“What is the sound of a soul in 2016?

The scream of such corruption may be incomprehensible to the untrained mind, yet in the aural abattoirs of Gainstage these flayed metaformations are brought into our UnReality. Beneath the sediment of humanity, the sun shines in RGB: convert to grayscale, and watch a world of self-buried definition open before you. In this new landscape, the cold light illuminates shattered ideologies and the dust of forgotten deities left behind from some cosmic flea market. Inhale this world: serrated serotonin dragged up spinal digitalis, crushed-god ecstasy snorted up behind your third eye. Pounding metamorphosis as Void whispers to you incessantly: chug. chug. chug. A celebratory consumption of self, filling the pipes of the body with shambling effervescence and an eternity of hissing and indecipherable voices. Soft light — the color of stone, of ancient mountain and dirty concrete — fills the spaces behind your eyes: eigengrau as lover, her crushing arms enfolding you with the promise of silent dominion.” (Portals Editions)


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