9.25.20 by Tony Lien
Genetics and Windsurfing – moniker of Polish experimental musician Daniel Jasniewski – is often one of the projects I tend to reference when I converse with people who have yet to delve into the geological layers of Orange Milk’s continuously diverse and forward-thinking catalogue. As it goes with any of their releases, verbal and/or written descriptions can never skim the surface when it comes to relating the listening experience to another person. Jasniewski’s music is THE prime example in a sea of prime examples.
In his latest work, “Recording Session of Waveform Poems”, Jasniewski continues on with his idiosyncratic vision of experimental electronic exploration. Stuttering, shimmering blocks of digital noise pan back and forth in your headphones in a jagged, kaleidoscopic fashion. You’d think this would imply that the mangled computer sounds conjure that specific sort of synthetic Internet sound you’ve come to expect from OM – which, it does – but Jansniewski effortlessly reaches beyond this trope in a way that makes me believe Richard Brautigan’s hybrid techno-future forest dream where nature and computers exist in harmony together is actually possible and not just some rad freak-beat poem.
The bombardment of sound is near constant – only occasionally broken up by brief intrusions of field recordings or silence – but it is by no means overwhelming. Jasniewski, I think, is trying his best to keep us interested. In this, there is a great wisdom in his music; he is well aware of the fickleness of our collective attention spans, and the ever-evolving flow of glitches is his response to the problem (yes, this can really be a problem for artists of all mediums). It’s almost as if he’s attempting to create a hybrid language that circumnavigates the mess of our mangled psyches; if you listen hard and long enough, you’ll swear that you’re beginning to understand what he’s trying to say.
As of writing this, there are still plenty of copies available on the OM site. I’d say catch a wave while the wind is still blowing and pick up a tape before they fade into legend like all of the others.