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I have a CD by a Japanoise (sic) ensemble called C.C.C.C.-- and no, they don't tell you what it stands for. It is, literally, noise, albeit made with guitars and stuff-- it sounds like a concerto for jackhammer and subway train. (I saw them play live once, and I try to support touring bands by buying their records.)
I have a CD by a guy who calls himself Eddie the Rat, cut-and-splice assemblages of radio propaganda and little snippets of tunefulness, kinda like Negativland with ADD.
That Smithsonian CD of Tuvan throat-singing deserves mention here. Tuva is next door to Mongolia, and the Tuvans are traditionally nomadic yak herders and caravan drovers, and they have evolved a vocal technique whereby an individual can sing two, sometimes three, notes at a time. They say it's because their work is so solitary, they needed a way to sing duets by themselves. It's a weirdly beautiful sound.
John Oswald's Gray Folded (say it fast, with the accent on the last syllable), for which Oswald spliced together over 100 different performances of "Dark Star" into one ideal Dead show spanning 25 years. I wish I also had his Plunderphonic CD, where he manipulates popular music from Beethoven to Count Basie to Michael Jackson, but that record was destroyed by the evil forces of the record industry.
I have two CDs by a guy named Hans Reichel, who carved these wooden tongues he calls Daxophones, which he can play with a cello bow and get oddly organic sounds like flatulent kazoos. He arranges these sounds into weird Tyrolean drinking songs.
A guitarist and composer named Scott Johnson made a record called John Somebody, where he taped people talking on the telephone and used the melodic contours of their speaking voices as his musical material, imitating (and harmonizing) their inadvertent melodies with his guitar. A related item is Steve Reich's Different Trains, which also extracts melodies from spoken words, but since the text in Reich's piece is about the trains taking European Jews to the concentration camps during World War II, it's a lot creepier.
Those are the ones that come to mind. Maybe I can also mention one CD I played on, the Judas and Natasha Experiments. Natasha wrote these songs, and Judas and half a dozen other people accompanied her, without necessarily knowing how the songs went, or even how to play whatever instrument they were playing. I was the bass player. We thought of it as psychedelic, but copies of this CD now turn up in the $1.98 bins at Boston's better used record shops.
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