Sooner or later, however, a crack - a sharp intrusion of silence - will invade what has so far been a simply tranquil experience. A track will start akin to a glorious celebration: with slow drum beats underlying a cacophony of swollen synthesisers a fantastic display of optimistic escapism. Instead, it’s what the music can represent to the individual.
Truth be told, the most powerful thing about The Disintegration Loops is not the music. While hard to notice at first, the loops slowly distort and decay until - under a sea of static silence - they draw their final breath.Įxactly why this has such a powerful effect is at first quite puzzling, but soon becomes self-evident. The painstakingly beautiful loops composed to echo the endearing qualities of nature began to die. For some unknown and morbid reason he allowed it to happen and as he sat there on his roof in Brooklyn on September 10th, 2001, his tapes began to take on a life of their own. The story goes that in the process of converting his old magnetic tapes to digital format, Basinski noticed that his tapes had begun to literally fall apart. The origin story of The Disintegration Loops is one that passed to legend and then to myth, and what must have started as fact now seems buried under romantic hyperbole. It seems mad to me that music comprised of simple loops can become a mesmerising celebration of death let alone that the music to do this would come into existence entirely by accident. Review Summary: Overburdened with all its connotations.
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