NORD, Ego Trip & LSD
12" vynal, 2008(?)
PCP records (bootlegs, apparently)
These albums are supposed to be "bootleg" re-releases, replicating the cover and packaging in every way possible, due to the impossibility of contacting Oikawa Hiroshi (although Nord started as a duo, it was Hiroshi who recorded these albums. Satoshi Katayama, the other of the twain, continued also under the name Nord and apparently continues so today). It is a good service to we lovers of electronic music, as these are classics, but I wonder how Hiroshi would feel about it. I know I feel it's a bit much to have to pay serious bucks for vynal when a decently priced and released CD would have done, but of course without the artist's approval anyway, it's academic.
Putting scruples aside for the moment, it is good to have these great recordings available in some form. Recorded in the mid Eighties, this is thick, heavy analogue synth, blatantly minimal, with a lot of adornment, sometimes with electric guitar, sometimes with additional synths and effects modulations. Primitive, stripped down, often heavily monotonous, this is the dark panacea to the kind of easy listening "new age" synth crap that was becoming current during that decade.
"LSD", with its ridiculous pencil-drawn melting pixie on the cover, starts with a track of plastic-hard synth pulsing, barely modulating and barely changing except for an odd key change or two. It's the closest to "music" the album gets. This short introduction finishes for the title track, a long, slow pulsing synth tone, throbbing away like a science fiction film sound effect, gradually building tones, electronic warbles and a steady, chiming strum of a heavily effected electronic guitar. Over the course of the piece the pulse speeds up and moves up keys, getting more frantic without loosing it's impulse. That pretty much describes it but the effect of the whole thing is trip-like, only up-front and aggressive instead of distant and dreamy. Side two features what's also called "LSD", starting with a sample of a pretty groovy sounding 60's/70's rock tune I don't recognise, before a faster pace synth pulse comes in. The process is much the same as previous only more minimal, also featuring some sample, a deep, cracked male voice a bit like William Burroughs, repeating un-definable sentences like a wrecked drunk lying on the side of a footpath, uttering urban prophecies doomed to be ignored. The final track (can't translate the Japanese writing unfortunately) is a simple, dark ambient touching of the synth keys, quiet and cold, the recovery after the trip. He must have had the brown acid.
"Ego Trip", with its plain black packaging with a black rectangle of course sandpaper stuck on the front, follows the same formula - pulsing synth adorned with extra effects and sounds. Only there's more a sense of controlled tension than blatant mind-fuck, the coursing length of "Ego Trip 1" changing with more purpose. "Chloroform 1" and "2" bracket both the end of side one and beginning of side two despite it being clear it's the same piece chopped in half to accommodate the vynal release, and this is a softer, more spaced out little piece again reminiscent of science fiction movies, this time like floating in a capsule in space, looking out at the universe through thick glass, machinery pinging away around one, stars and matter moving slowly an infinity away. "Ego Trip 2", the main piece on side two, follows the formula yet again - little need to physically describe it. Just switch on the synth, fiddle with the knobs, and find your mind.
What the hell was going on in Hiroshi's head? Was he really as drug-fucked as the titles and graphics hint, or just trying to give the impression he was? I like to think that these are, in fact, the recordings of someone who just didn't give a fuck. There are moments when it's something like an endurance test getting through them, either that or blatant boredom, any sense of composition or editing pretty much unheeded, or at least so it seems. But there's a definite sense of competency that places this well above simple synth noodling (a brief stern glance to those skinny, bearded, glasses-wearing young tossers who are wanking out tapes and cdrs of exactly that) - these are the personal head trips of someone who really didn't care if anyone else dug it or not. It's dark, hard, unrelenting and ideally one wouldn't be falling over one's self in praise of it. But I can't help but love it.
Fun fact - an earlier album of the original duo, simply called "Nord", was re-released on cdr in 2004 on a Japanese label called...Hospital.