Browse by Artist: SVARTE GREINER

Artist:	SVARTE GREINER
Title:	Depardieu
Label:	TYPE (UK)
Format:	7"
Price:	$6.50
Catalog #:	T7PE 005EP

Erik K. Skodvin returns in his murky solo guise Svarte Greiner, with two tracks of crumbling cinematic degradation. One part absurd theatre and one part haunting melancholia, Skodvin takes countless recordings -- stones, wood, water or leaves and layers them over and over each other to leave us with skittering atmospherics and abrasive noise, under which he embeds droning organ sounds or discordant guitar strums. This is devastating acoustic doom, as he explores in his album Knive. Comparable to the edgy soundtracks of Angelo Badalamenti or even the noise-flecked distortion of Machinefabriek.

Artist:	SVARTE GREINER
Title:	Knive
Label:	TYPE (UK)
Format:	CD
Price:	$14.50
Catalog #:	TYPE 016CD

Hailing from the damp, blood-caked shores of Norway, it is only natural that Erik K. Skodvin (better known as one half of Deaf Center) would be beckoned toward the dark side. As we all know, Norway is the most evil country in the north of Europe; they invented black metal and have a liberal government that actually works -- there's got to be something wrong. It was only a matter of time before Skodvin felt the call of his pagan ancestors and smelted Knive, a dusty anthology of surreal and doom-laden paeans to the ancient ones. The troubled artist was set on his ashen path after a fated trip into the winding forests of rural Norway, during which he was shaken into exploring the darkest caverns of his mind to explain the bizarre forces that were making themselves known to him. He was spoken to by spiritual entities only rarely seen and set on a path of experimentation with the new influences flooding into his brain. Instead of revelling in pain and suffering though, Skodvin looked to the skewed world of the Dadaists feeling that their bug-eyed outlook would meld perfectly with his odes to the inky lords of Norwegian caliginosity, and the result is nine tracks of menacing abstraction and surreal, nauseating horror. The album opens with "The Boat Was My Friend"; a distorted guitar drone that rings out into the atmosphere as crows bellow overhead and before you realize it a cello fades up in accompaniment and a shadowy female voice utters strange wordless chants. Before long we hear the sound of a saw ripping through that which we would prefer not to imagine on "Easy On The Bones" and a gruesome character is revealed. When we finally reach the end, on "Final Sleep," we are treated to the album's most memorable moment -- an operatic vocal which soars atop Angelo Badalamenti-influenced organs, seeping into your veins as it winds the album to a close. Skodvin has constructed a delirious collection of disorientating surrealism, an audio movie, re-enacting the most sadistic and most bone-chilling moments from your preferred tales of horror. Make sure all sharp implements are locked away and listen at your peril!

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