(Tried to find a Toniutti thread, noticed that he is an oft-namechecked Special Interest, especially on the wings of the Broken Flag festival.)
Giancarlo Toniutti / Conrad Schnitzler - Кулáк (camma)
Giancarlo Toniutti, Andrew Chalk - Tahta Tarla
Two Toniutti collabs sounding much like Toniutti. The former would be the bigger surprise, though not upon perusal all that much (surprising) given that Toniutti is the principle credited mixmeister. The Schnitzler reworking nevertheless a quite enjoyably wide-ranging exploration of all manner of meanderings, even getting a bit Schnitzlerian electro at intervals. I would characterize the compositional style as "false casualness", so seemingly carefree and at ease and yet thoroughly engaging for the duration; like some super-genius sound-manipulator under undue chemical influence lets loose his perv-visions upon whatever materials happen to take his fancy and you love the filthy slag all the more for it.
The latter, with Andrew Chalk, is more evenly divided, given that each individual contributor was given dibs on their respective final mixings. Toniutti sounds like he's dragging Chalkcorpse through an old abandoned sewage tunnel, not once pausing through all the bump 'n klunk 'n belch 'n groan. This is a sound I could listen to all day. And have done so. Repeatedly. The Chalk side tries to get a bit more ambient on the (recently deceased) ass, but to little avail. The same slow creeping drag through dirt-encrusted crud-snuffle. This is a (dead-)end worthy of considerable exploration.
Andrew Chalk – East Of The Sun
The lengthy Winter Arc is as Andrew Chalk generally registers in the current brain. Very nice- floating, concrete, atmospherics, of the first order. But I was mainly reminded to check this out via the abovementioned Toniutti collab and via the thirteen-minute ditty, The Plain. Like gazing into the dying embers of a fire, the slow smoke-filled snuffle-crunch, plain hypnotizing, sedate, earthed. Did I menion my Tourette's? FUCK! (Dried up) Sticks and (rumpled) stones may break my (extended) bones but thi'shit forever floors me.