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                        «A little over a year ago, Moldova-based instrumentalist Bogdan Dullsky released the experimental album “Freedom Reflex: One.” It was made available through the Italian label Setola di Maiale.  At the time, Dullsky was the backbone of QuestRoom Project, whom we had already discussed with some enthusiasm previously.  These projects – like our own! – have thankfully endured and now  Dullsky has released a follow-up entitled – logically enough – “Freedom Reflex: Two.” It is available for free downloading. 
                         
                        When the first recording appeared, it was described by Dullsky’s  Italian hosts as follows:  “There are many sounds in his music;  they  come and they go like a tornado.  Movement.  The sounds are worked with  great depth and perspective;  they differ in intensity, both  approaching and retreating.  There is a light source within this music,  yet there is also darkness all around.  This is the morphology of a  thought.” 
                         
                        Despite the melodrama of that quotation, it does underscore the  fundamental idea behind the “Freedom Reflex” projects.  Even in their  common title, we have a tension between “freedom” (active choice) and  “reflex” (passive reaction) – hence the references both to approaching  and retreating in the Italian. 
                         
                        This tension has been maintained on the second release – where it is  expressed in much more concrete and dramatic (if not disastrous)  contexts. 
                         
                        The press release for “Freedom Reflex: Two” reads as follows, but we have polished the English somewhat. “The famous Russian experimentalist Bogdan Dullsky – responsible for the Quest Room Project – returns to [Portugal's] Test Tube Records with a mixed-media release. He has invited some friends to collaborate on this album, namely Barandash (a visual artist who has created the amazing images that accompany this work); Nikita Golyshev (founder and curator of  netlabel Musica Excentrica) on samplers and synthesizers; Oliver Wichman (founder and curator of the netlabel Petcord) on piano, and – last but not least -  Ray Kondrashov on acoustic and midi percussion.” 
                         
                        So much for the participants, but what about the thematic emphases,  especially in the light of some evidently disturbing illustrations? 
                         
                        “On this follow-up to a previous work,  Bogdan and friends create something fantastic, operating on various  levels of complexity. They render the listener numb – yet dazzled.”  That may sound slightly overblown, but the reasons for such hyperbole  soon become clear. We also quickly realize how the core emphases or  tensions between “freedom” and “reflex” are going to be further  investigated. 
                           
                        “The new album, simply put, is an audio-visual materialization of  what life could have been like in a concentration camp. A life on the  edge, full of horrors, tragedy, sadness, and agony,… and yet still a life,  all the same. What does existence mean when you know it will eventually  end… just sooner than you anticipate? What if you had to enjoy that  same existence in the best way possible – even knowing that you would  be eventually tortured and executed? What thoughts would fill your  mind? What kind of pleasure would you try to take from those moments? What would you dream? Would you dream about… Death? Despair? Freedom?” 
                         
                        The insistence of death, always locating its addressee, finds  especially unnerving expression in the picture below. Repose and ruin  occupy each and every mail box with the same missive. Whether the  recipient chooses to open his/her box and recognize its contents is  irrelevant. Quietus will push its way through the cracks. 
                         
                        The introductory text accompanying the new album concludes that “there  are many answers to these questions. One possible response is contained  in the sounds. Listen to them, and take a close look at the images,  too.” Dullsky attributes the  slow emergence of these rather moribund concerns in his work to an  experience he had exactly one year ago.  Logically, therefore, this  would have occurred close to the time of “Freedom/Reflex One“:   “A year ago I had a terrible dream. It was simultaneously grandiose and  beautiful. Since that time I’ve been trying to reproduce some  landscapes of the spiritual world that I envisioned. These are the kind  of sights that lie ‘beyond the looking glass.’ I’ve been trying to  reproduce them in sound…” 
                         
                        The digital artwork by Barandash does fine, yet frightening justice to the grim stubbornness of these  thoughts and themes; no matter one’s physical frailty, they grind  onwards with self-destructive insistence. Forgetting is impossible. 
                         
                        Let us briefly consider the spaces and experiences that Dullsky wants to capture in sound. There are specific references in this release to the WWII camps of Mauthausen and Gusen,  in Austria.  Even though the two locations (often referred to as one  complex) had approximately 85,000 inmates at the time of their  liberation, deaths throughout the war years may have been over 300,000.  As those figures immediately suggest, the Mauthausen-Gusen camp was designed to destroy, rather than “use” its residents. Or, more  accurately, prisoners were forced to work on local farms, road-building  projects, and underground storage facilities, but no attempts were made  to maintain the long-term (financially sensible) health or usefulness  of these people. They were worked to death with maximum speed.  Particular violence was directed against members of the intelligentsia.  Mental freedoms were curtailed in the simplest, most horrific way  possible: through brute physical destruction. 
                         
                        At this point even the more flexible specificity of imagery dissolves into a troubled consideration of things unspeakable. 
                         
                        Work days would typically last at least twelve hours. until prisoners  simply collapsed from fatigue. This made them eligible for “sick  leave,” which in actual fact was the first step towards their  execution. The original means of removing unwanted workers by injection  proved to be too expensive, and so – over time – a collection of mobile  gas chambers would shuttle back and forth between Mauthausen and Gusen. 
                         
                        The awfulness of these facts leaves Dullsky in an admitted state of speechlessness. He hopes that the abstract music on “Freedom Reflex: Two”  at least occupies a “place and time where these people can no longer  be.” He admits that having made the album, he is now unable to listen  to it. “I simply pray that some things are never repeated. On the other  hand, though, who am I to speak for these people?” 
                         
                        In rather difficult English, he adds “It will repeat again and  again…” It’s hard to tell whether he means – somewhat resignedly – that  history is bound to repeat itself. He may, conversely, be continuing  his thought about the ineffable, inexpressible nature of these crimes.  If so, then the multi-media nature of this release takes on a special  significance. The images themselves revolve around a repeated object of  concern, time after time. It is the huddled, shriveled carcass that we  see below, devoid of all liquid and life, becoming instead an arid  marker of awful times. 
                         
                        Just like the sonic contents of this recording. 
                           
                          In consideration of hundreds of thousands of deaths, instigated by  savage decree, the musicians of this release clearly decided that  language per se is  an unsuitable medium. Dullsky himself, taking the helm, instead resorted to complex, even contorted  instrumentals in order to move beyond the deceptively comforting limits  of grammar – and other reasonable regulations. We find ourselves lost  amid noise and images. The overall impression, conjured by long  compositions of no evident direction, is that meaning itself has been  cast adrift. 
                           
                          If our composer, another year from now, can nonetheless muster the optimism to consider manageable goals beyond the dead-end experiences of Mauthausen and Gusen, then he’ll also be  able to consider artwork that does more than cast skeletal figures  adrift in boundless, blank spaces. Figures will be fleshed out, the  music will manage a basic rhythmic consistency – and speech will become  possible. 
                          - Far From Moscow / November 06, 2009   |