Trrmà / #1

snares, all of different timbres and tunings; some bouncing and reverberant in tone, others kept to a taut crack, all of them cradled in the bright echo of an empty room. Percussionist Giovanni Todisco swerves in and out of rhythms and improvisation, gathering momentum and shedding it, skins wobbling on either of him. And then there’s Giuseppe Candiano’s synthesiser: crude, dry, precarious. A noise that splutters and breaks, running the centre of the frame like a fracture. The two elements repel eachother. Todisco’s fluid rhythm work is a rejection of Candiano’s stifled, haphazard electricity. The synthesiser’s gnarled and charred edges are a rejection of those crisp, beautifully rounded percussive hits. There is undoubtedly a collaborative kinship at work, but also an air of mutually-assured sabotage, with the abrasion of raw voltage soiling the primal expression of percussion and vice versa. I’m allured by both the points of connection and those sparks of dispute, and the record holds together for as long as these opposites can keep eachother in check.....Jack Chuter ATTN Magazine -2018 TRRMA' #1 by trrmà