Showing posts with label Ian Hodgson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ian Hodgson. Show all posts

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Pop Goes the Roadkill (Again)

Today the opposite of tomato is a.......Drill

And another example of aesthetically-pleasingly-reformed subject/object matter (of the habitual 'found' variety), with once again the available synecdochal fragments of its iconic brand identity offering more than sufficient information to imaginatively (re)construct the whole.


graphite & putty eraser, with watercolour/30x20cm

Soundtrack:


Cabaret Voltaire 'Voice of America'/'Western Mantra'/'Red Mecca'
AR Kane 'When You're Sad', 'Lolita' & 'Up Home!' EPs
Miracle Legion 'Surprise Surprise Surprise'
Pavement 'Brighten the Corners'
Wire 'The A List'
Moon Wiring Club Solid Steel Radio Show
mix

A largely ‘historical’ soundtrack, owing rather a debt to process, & specifically that of conversion from analogue to digital form, cassette to CD, having finally got around to the practicalities of doing so & subsequently enjoying something of a post-punk indulgence-fest (comfortably including the aesthetically-compatible sounds of Pavement – a fine ‘English’ word/name for an American band, to boot - within such a designation).
Also burned to CD for keeps has been Moon Wiring Club’s latest online ‘mixtape’, another fine example of the genre & addition to the growing collection of: the sourcing of found sound material & old electronica, & seamless collaging of it (exemplary research & development!) into a richly-textured & -satisfying ‘hauntological’ whole, creating an alternative world at a slight remove from the here & now, once again produces delightful results, constantly surprising & engaging.


On a related point, the process of re-reading Graham Rawle’s ‘Diary of an Amateur Photographer’ enabled the drawing of aesthetic parallels between itself – book-as-art-object & a narrative collaged together from all manner of found archive visual material - & Ian Hodgson’s sonic & visual creative project of the Moon Wiring Club, both being poignantly redolent of periods of a past still yet not too distant to have faded from memory but enough to be recognizably so, of referencing a time other than the contemporary.
Subtly-nuanced similarities abound, not least in the dynamic combination of a sense of humour & unsettling undercurrents, but most obviously in the ingenuity of the respective collage or bricolage techniques employed, ever admirably inventive as they are.

One can't help but think art-historically in terms of Rawle's 'Diary' (or that, rather, of his protagonist Michael Whittingham) with its cut up-&-pasted black & white photographs, newspaper advertisements & paper oft aged beyond yellow to a smoked, tan colour that recall the appearance & hues of Cubism: its overall appeal, & that of Moon Wiring Club, might be considered rather obvious to the aesthetic inclinations promoted here at TOoT.