ensamble áspero

How I made my profile:
I used MyWackoSpace.com 's amazing MySpace Editor .If I handed Ensamble Aspero + Inca Ore + Lemon Bear a paintbrush and told them to paint, I think I'd be dragged along with the brush strokes across the canvas. The bristles would never cease to be in contact with the painting surface. After that mind bending ride I'd get to see the result. Actually, the result is their music. Flowing, visceral statements rapt with urgent impulses and sonic theatre. I simply need to close my eyes and any number of images are conjured - fleeing from rabid vampires or floating on a hiccup or waking up mutated and medicated by reptilian nurses. This is an orchestra of the surreal conducted by an invisible and anarchic maestro who lurks batonless, not front and center at the podium but in the synapses of the players. I can hear a collective reckless abandon that is as disciplined as it is fun-loving. Sort of like Monty Python directed by Pierre Boulez after he's had lunch with Kropotkin and Charles Mingus. In the midst of the craziness you still get such tried and true devices as recapitulation, dynamics, and oh my gosh...listening to each other in an ensemble context. My reference to british comedy and the french later half of the 20th century maybe an oversimplification because somehow this is not to my ears a circus of sound peopled by clowns bent on gaining laughter. It's more of an adlibbing ballet troupe that turns its dancefloor into a half organic/half electronic musical instrument that evaporates after the moment is gone. And it is that moment that choreographed everything. (Review by Max Go)