Review
One of the current (and very deserving) hot topics on the American solo noise dude front, Daniel Menche is absolutely on fire with Flaming Tongues. Take the untitled second track for instance, where incinerated walls of destructed sound writhe from chanel to chanel as Menche's rather ethereal and beautiful approach to harsh noise folds in on itself with delay, over and over, constantly mutating slowly toward another radical juxtaposition. Much of these kinds of impressions surface to mind because Menche's approach to creating noise is reductive and ordered, rather than chaotic and destructive. Where many seek to be freewheeling and disordered, Menche seeks to find some sort of metaphysical root within his sounds, making them as much a study in process as one in erosion. Though he often uses his voice as an instrument (involving a sort of amplified stick he places up to his throat), Flaming Tongues is a wholly instrumental affair that explores harsh alien soundscapes with the confident determination of a weathered journeyman, overturning sound after sound to discover what extinct realms lie beneath. (Kevin Hainey) --Skyscraper Magazine (Issue #21)
Product Description
Beautiful densely layered frantic percussions & rhythmic soundscapes, pushing Menche's work even further into new territories of sound and performance.
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