Taku Sugimoto
Opposite

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no, I haven't switched languages, I've been captivated by the album of a sublime Japanese guitarist, one Taku Sugimoto, who after universally recognized masterpieces has begun his initiation rite towards non-music: a sound, 15 minutes of silence, another sound, 34 minutes of silence... "Opposite" is part of this collection..

This is masochistic music presented here: alien, spatial, disconcerting: the acoustic guitar is clear, as if it touches the listener's soul. Doiiiin...doiiin...silence...doiiin...doiiin...silence. And so it goes for 43 minutes of insane madness: a spatialist record, somewhat like Lucio Fontana's paintings, which reproduced masterpieces with the simple act of cutting a canvas, simply, only Sugimoto cuts us: that guitar string so grotesque and grim is as if it were part of us. You feel your heart bleed, die.

Sublime disc for sure, but by the thirtieth minute, you're already falling asleep...

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