Joe Renzetti Aniron
By Marcus Pan
Sweet melancholy wrapped up tightly in overtones of
broodingness and served on a silver platter of iron. That's what Joe Renzetti's
latest, Aniron, comes out sounding like to me. From the opening
Revelation, Joe's mixture of modern electronics yet dark classic
overtones combine into a cohesive force of feeling and emotion.
When Joe Renzetti first wrote me about Aniron upon
its release from Astral Plane, he actually wanted to know if I'd be interested
in reviewing it. Does a bear shit in the woods? Yes indeed! Coming off my
memories of the first time I've spun Talking to the Dead(1), I was
pretty sure Aniron would be yet another round of fine-ass ambience from
someone I consider a master of the art. I have not been let down.
Joe has saved me from a horribly audible death. Just about
all the ambience or experimental that has crossed my desk lately
has been a bunch of kids tinkering with metal bits in their garage and
recording it and labeling it music. Not so with Aniron.
While purely minimal in make-up, Aniron proves what many artists fail to
do regardless of their intentions. That its not complication that makes a
beautiful noise, but control and arrangement. Hence, the tinkering with the
bits in the garage thing doesnt quite work when it comes to making
music. Music must have some sort of arrangement, and if it
isnt touched and arranged by somebody its therefore not
Dreaming Out Loud opens metallically and continues
the female swooning that began in Revelation. Sighs that can evoke an
orgasm from a devil, Joe's spoken word fills in the void between flotation
chords with poetics. Toning it down with pure wide-open spaces of smooth
chords, again truly minimal but nonetheless aurally breathtaking, Never
Alone Again sweeps you along for a ride in the clouds, leaving you for lost
in the dark bunch of cumulus but hinting that somewhere youll find, if
you look long enough, that proverbial silver lining that we all long to wrap
our fingers around and pull to our bodies.
Whats uncanny about Renzetti is his ability to grasp
and drag out emotions, controlling and twisting them to where ever his whims go
that particular moment. On Talking to the Dead, his previous release, he
was able to actually frighten you with his glimpses into the paranormal reaches
between here and wherever. Here on Aniron he taps into everyones
subconscious notion of being surrounded by people yet alone inside. He
dabbles with loneliness, love, heartbreak, and indeed happiness as he moves
throughout Aniron, taking you along for the ride as he goes. The music
takes you on a plane far away as it revolves around you, yet the realization is
there that youre not really going anywhere but inside yourself.
The winds of Danielles Song is like this, as it
breezes you along with creepy melodies to one of those far planes. Stepping a
little bit into Deathwatch Beetle Repairman(2) territory with modern-created
yet tribal-sounding beats, Sacrifices is not nearly as dangerous as the
track name makes it out to be. Its actually one of Joes more
soothing and pleasant pieces even if the drum work retains its slightly
danger-riveting pulse. The way Joe can take pointed sounds and soften them with
surrounding chorales without losing a bit of the strength and pointyness of the
first is also one of his strong suits.
I really dig Aniron and it has rebuilt my faith in
minimalist ambience. Musicians today tend to either dump too much shite in one
bucket in order to create something that attempts to sound random, or
dont touch or create anything at all and just record whatever comes
along. Both dont work the first is just teenager-ish and the
latter isnt artistic enough to be called music. Joe can use almost
nothing to take you anywhere he wants with his music while producing as many
feelings and emotions within you (or finding the buried ones you havent
used in a while). Sometimes its good to find those old feelings again and
dust them off. If you have any trouble there, just pick up a CD by Joe Renzetti
and hell help you out.
(1) Reviewed in Legends #96.
(2) Whos only CD, Hollow Fishes, was
reviewed in Legends
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