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(A Closer Listen) How much fun is Erin Demastes having? For Thing Music, The LA-based artist arranged objects by color, then recorded them. Her obsessive-compulsive technique has a simple appeal that makes us want to try it at home. The irony of these abstractions is that they sometimes seem to have no rhyme or reason, while they not only have rhyme and reason, but phylum and genus. A musical mind is behind the synesthesia. “Pink” may not sound pink at first, with all the crankings and rustlings, but then the rubber bands come into play, eventually dominating the sound field. Now one starts to think of pink rubber bands, how they might be used and who might use them. In a section of her website, the artist sells boxes of multicolored rubber bands, as well as a Slinky box, bead box, noise maze and button. There’s no denying that she goes all out. Other characters include “a milk crate, a plastic record player, wind-up toys, a large metal spring, cellophane, styrofoam, mini Solo cups and a hose wheel.” The track develops a percussive repetition and ends in cacophony. “Orange” is more toylike, as the sound of a “bouncy ball” sparks intimations of childhood. We see the trick-or-treat pumpkin on the cover, astride a toy xylophone. Something like a choo-choo train traverses the speakers. Compact and dronelike, the piece is the natural first single. Not since Taw’s Truce Terms have we heard a piece so playful. Orange you glad we didn’t say “banana?” Of course we didn’t; bananas are yellow. How many yellow things do we have in our homes? If yours is like mine, the answer is “not many.” The primary category is likely garden implements, and “Yellow” has an outdoor feel, like rakes and buckets not being used for their primary purposes, the crinkling of yellow boots, a reluctant gardener puttering around, avoiding work. Erin seems to be singing a bit as well. Is she yellow? In her photos, she’s blond; good enough. By “Green,” we encounter strange mechanical sounds, which seem intimidating until the traffic section of toy cars, whistles and harmonicas. As toddlers say, “Again! Again!” The longest track, “Blue,” is the closest to accessible, due to its repeated, tempo driven base. A cashew can and portable fan provide the hints. Matmos comes to mind, as recent albums have centered around plastic objects and a washing machine. “Purple” confounds the ear, as it’s so hard to think of purple things that are not plush. Marbles? Onions? Plastic Barney? At least we’re confident in assigning the Solo cup to “Red,” although it’s a surprise to hear something like a gong: a “real” musical instrument among the improvised. What started as a seemingly random exercise has gained order along the way. By the end, one sees the method in the madness, the composer in the chaos, the tidying of musical notes that mimics the color assignments. These “things” have personalities to spare. - Richard Allen
(Yeah I Know It Sucks) Oh the pretty colours, who doesn’t love or at least doesn’t adore them? There are so many colours available to stare at and be fascinated by. Luckily Erin Demastes chose the best ones over here and made them all into hearable things that the artist than so kindly recorded for pleasure. And what pleasure it is to not just see colour but also to imagine how it looks like as an sound source. With Pink for example I clearly imagine a crippled strange formed shape that is made out of all kind of forms. Something to really bend your mind on and be bewildered by. Of course these forms are painted in different shades of pink teints, but the strange object is of the most intriguing kind in audio form. It clearly is being semi rolled and tossed over the floor while an inner squeek pulls it’s strings like a heartbeat in its inner core. The pink over here is not round even though the artist tries to roll it, creating an vibe of ‘what if the wheels are square’ kind of vibe. It made me happy and I think that is a common thing for all Pink exposures! Orange purrs in the world of Erin Demastes like a wild happy cat, maybe even perhaps a lioness, as it sounds kinda big. Even though it’s bigness it seems to wade around with its whiskered whiskers in the pipework behind the kitchen sink. A place where surprised orange frogs and buzzing bright orange bugs flap their tiny wiggly asses in the drain, as if it’s a party for warmth and excitement and our feline character simply does not want to miss out on any of it. Yellow rattles on the ice like . It flushes itseifs down like a fresh coke fountain. It’s all semi attached to a chain that captures a sweet inner voice. If non of this makes any sense to you, you might open up your mind a little wider as apparantly Yellow is more comfortable in complicatedness than you would originally think. Yellow will take a pair of sciccors to make a pretty cut out DIY piece that would even tickle the fancy of a stern art museum visitor. Yellow becomes abstract and gassy, rattling itself like a snake that will lovingly urinate all over your preconceived ideas of what yellow had been about. Green is a favorite of mine, especially the green that Erin Demastes cooks up here as it is a colour of fun. It might sound a bit more distant, but imagine it like some bright green shovels that will dig up a party, full of playgul toots and clown horns. Green is a feast that feels like a birthday of the happily asthmatic kind. Expect no green bogeys here, but lots of joy. The Blue over here rattles around and around. It does this so well that it simply makes my head go in a nice splendid spin. Everything turnd in fascinating circles, it makes blue into a phenomenon close to the feeling of rollerblades around on a turntable. Things are warm and snorting like a excited blue painted piglet that loves to see tape spin. It sure is a thing that you might enjoy. Purple is in the hands of Erin Demastes a bit like drilling a hole with a faithful handdrill in solid hard wood, the kind of material that is simply not made to be penetrated. Things start to be shaken up, brushed like teeth full of purple raisins as other bits and bulbs rattle and wiggle in this colour spectrum. You will never think of purple ever the same again. The same with Red, as red here is like the perfect sound moment of a squeeky bed spring but than underlined for grotesque pleasure. But it doesn’t stop there as Things get more funky and alive, as if the color invited over a great troupe of tapdancers that meet up with micro bugs that learned how to play their own invented horns as they greatly rattle their rattles. Eventually Red becomes the thing of Zen, even though it might be hard to imagine if you read this colorful micro report. In any case, if you feel like expanding your mind and view these colors with a complete different perspective: this is the thing for you! - Kai Nobuko
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