"The sounds are microscopic and synthetic, either glowing like LEDs or gleaming like cold steel, but they leave sizzling craters on impact. Melody and rhythm merge into a rapid-fire spray that makes a mockery of musical modes and scales even while he works within them, thanks to Max/MSP devices that the English artist designs himself. It can feel solitary, almost maddening-the work of an artist obsessively trying to one-up himself."
"Tolmie's style of " internal singing "-grunts, vocal squeaks, sharp breaths, wails-is consumed by Treanor's programmatic methods, and becomes part of the fabric of his music, occasionally bursting out in jagged shards. There's a cliché about man versus machine in here somewhere, but Treanor has met his match in Tolmie, who can muster up otherworldly sounds from her diaphragm to spar with Treanor's sharpest notes. His rhythms range from dancehall-style syncopation to empty space and low-end rumbling more befitting a psychological thriller."
Rian Treanor's electronic music uses microscopic synthetic sounds that glow like LEDs or gleam like cold steel while leaving sizzling craters on impact. Melody and rhythm merge into rapid-fire patterns that subvert conventional modes and scales through custom Max/MSP devices. Collaborations push his sound toward new melodic extremes or greater weirdness. Cara Tolmie's internal singing—grunts, vocal squeaks, sharp breaths and wails—integrates with Treanor's programmatic methods and becomes part of the musical fabric, sometimes erupting in jagged shards. Rhythms shift from dancehall-style syncopation to spacious low-end rumbling, producing a stickier, bracing, and mentally disorienting listening experience.
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