Bendik Giske: Cracks review – cleverly deconstructed sax
Bendik Giske is a saxophonist who doesn’t appear to like the saxophone very much. As a gay man growing up in Norway, and then attending a music conservatoire in Copenhagen, he hated the straight, male establishment that constituted the Scandinavian jazz scene; he hated the saxophone’s “thrusting”, phallic implications; he even hated playing melodies on his instrument. “By playing tunes you step into that understanding of what the saxophone is supposed to be, what it usually does,” he says. “I wanted to find my voice by abandoning the soloist role, which is a very illogical thing to do on the saxophone.”
His response has been to deconstruct the tenor sax. Instead of hiding the imperfections, glitches and inner workings of the instrument, he foregrounds them, like a sonic Pompidou Centre. He places numerous contact microphones around his saxophone to amplify the sound of his fingers clicking against the keys and keypads, till it sounds like a typewriter playing techno. He amplifies his own sighs and breaths and puts the sounds through FX units. His playing uses hypnotic repetition and some Albert Aylerstyle overblowing freakouts, but Giske also draws from the techniques of the didgeridoo (which he learned as a teenager), from his time as a child in Indonesia (where he learned circular breathing on a flute, and became obsessed with Balinese gamelan music), from the techno scene in his adopted hometown of Berlin (which compelled him to approach his instrument in a more physical way) and from queer theory (particularly José Muñoz’s notion of “queer time”).
On Cracks, Giske’s second album as leader, his producer André Bratten uses the studio as an instrument, exploiting odd resonances and echoes, particularly on the nine-minute title track or the ghostly opener Flutter. The LP’s stunning centrepiece is the 10-minute Cruising, where Giske plays fast, florid, extended arpeggios, sometimes adding or subtracting notes, like Philip Glass’s additive process, while his fingers tap out a machine-like rhythm. All the time, Bratten is manipulating sympathetic drones and harmonics, creating a spectral shroud around Giske’s ecstatic burbles.
Also out this month
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