Pan Daijing - Lack 惊蛰

A Closer Listen

Pan Daijing does not sound like anyone else.  This is a rare accomplishment, nearly unheard of for a debut LP.  Even her label (in an unusual confluence, PAN) avoids namedropping, despite the fact that such comparisons have become de rigueur.

The sonic originality of Lack 惊蛰 can be explained by understanding its origins.  The artist is best known as a live improvisationalist, famous for engaging attendees in highly personal ways.  Of her debut LP she writes, “When I was finalising this album, they didn’t feel like tracks to me anymore, but more like a psychoanalytical process.  I saw myself being this absurd, mad person ‘acting’ out the sounds.”  And act out she does, from sighing to wordless operatic singing.

Without the context of artist comparison, we’re free to exhume the music on the basis of the performer alone.  These pieces don’t seem to be written for others ~ and certainly not for mass audiences.  Instead they seem like utterances from the soul, strange sonic outbursts, less like a diary than explosions of paint on a canvas.  She’s not trying to impress us; she’s trying to communicate without the use of a translator.  Public track Plate of Order is the most accessible piece here, but it’s far from mainstream.  Breathy backgrounds are hammered down by industrial crunch; low pitch-shifted vocals alternate with wordless, soaring song.  One might call this a battle between the carnal and the spiritual, except in this case they seem to have come to a comfortable detente.  In contrast, “Practice of Hygiene” is the least bearable track, because the line between pain and pleasure is so badly blurred.  It’s difficult not to squirm as her voice devolves from spoken word to groan to onomatopoeia to clutched breath, accompanied by atonal chords and rusty swings.

Overture “Phenomenon” is more operatic, exposing the artist’s vocal range.  Pan Daijing seems to be telling listeners that she knows how to be beautiful, so that when things turn ugly she can claim ownership as well.  The impact of the full album is like that of a violently scratched photograph placed on display ~ no shame, no excuse, no explanation.  The cover is a simultaneous offering of vulnerability (the exposed neck) and power (red as violence, passion, confrontation).  This dual presentation is extended in the press photos.  One sets an upturned wrist against a challenging stare, while another exudes confidence via a blood-stained scrap of clothing.  The dark center of the album, “Act of the Empress”, offers unapologetic bass, beats and distortion, as if claiming the empress’ right to dispose of her enemies.  This brand of regent is dangerous; during the singular drum beats of “Come to Sit, Come to Refuse, Come to Surround”, one imagines her ascending her throne, and over the feedback drones of “Eat”, declaring war.

The irony of the title is that the artist seems to lack for nothing.  What she feels, she states.  What she wants, she takes.  Some tracks seem to bleed anger (“A Situation of Meat”), but she remains in control at all times, despite the fact that she seems to be splaying her soul.  Her only need seems to be for self-expression.  As she makes herself vulnerable, she becomes powerful; by owning her contradictions, she becomes whole.  (Richard Allen)

Release date:  28 July

Available here

Mon Jul 17 00:01:06 GMT 2017

Tiny Mix Tapes 80

Pan Daijing
Lack 惊蛰

[PAN; 2017]

Rating: 4/5

The culture of noise music is a strangely static entity considering the ambiguity of what noise truly means. Often represented in blacks and whites, either violent obliteration or soothing ambience, the concept of an overpowering and all-absorbing noise ignores how sound actually slithers into our perception of the surrounding world. Silence can be deafening, and as immersive as it can be to drown oneself in a vat of shrieking frequencies and tonal dysphoria, it’s these exact types of single-rule environments that allow one to settle in, to become comfortable amidst their chosen position.

Lack 惊蛰 does not allow for this sort of complacency. Constantly tearing itself between delicacy and dissonance, the album presents a new set of tools with each passing track, re-mutating itself again and again as we pursue it in hopes of finding something resembling a pattern. Pan Daijing’s work up until now has always carried this sense of transience, freely drifting between formless performances and tense club production, and Lack 惊蛰 manages to unify this volatile sense of possibility into a frame that makes sense, even as it seems to decompose right before us. Its sounds are sparsely chosen, sometimes complementing each other, sometimes contradicting themselves, and always leaving us in a middle area between form and void.

Lack by Pan Daijing

Daijing has described Lack 惊蛰 as an “opera piece,” and its loose procession of corridors and shapes certainly allows one to imprint whatever narrative they might like as the album continues to unfold. The panging strings of opener “Phenomenon” create a sickly atmosphere, almost inhuman were it not for the ghostly vocals circling over everything; but before long, a digital signal enters the picture, twisting about like a life form emerging from within a crater. “A Loving Tongue” multiplies the electronic tones, letting them bounce against one another sensually as brief, dark pulses of noise appear and recede; the piece is less a composition and more a textural shade, and, as with the rest of Lack 惊蛰, its nature feels excitingly resistant to categorization, elegant and hypnotizing yet deeply unsettling in its porousness.

Oftentimes, Pan Daijing’s sonic ethos throughout Lack 惊蛰 is atomistic in nature, uncovering the logic of her music by constantly allowing it to tumble forward, breaking it down to its barest pieces and understanding the relationship between her sounds and empty spaces between them. Like the general theory of atomism, Daijing’s perspective is one of reduction, paying close attention to the microscopic (or even invisible) elements that constitute sound and allowing them to stand for themselves rather than as pieces of a larger, more pleasing whole that we might be more accustomed to. This minimal style comes through prominently in pieces like “Practice of Hygiene,” which commences with an ASMR-like recital of words before delving into an extended juxtaposition between what sounds like plastic being slowly rubbed, a single haunted piano note, and Daijing’s clenched, painfully constricted exhales. Each sound swerves about unpredictably, as free-willed as particles twisting through a vast nothingness, powerful and intricate in their brutal simplicity.

It’s works like Lack 惊蛰 that redraw the lines of what noise can be and that remind us of how quickly we tend to create labels, even for our most supposedly confrontational forms. Pan Daijing goes as far as to include a nod to her more tech-heavy side with the throbbing bass rhythms of “Act of The Empress,” but even this track undercuts the club for something much more horrified and in-between. The framework of Lack 惊蛰 is stark, its various pieces all seeming to point against one another, leaving us to stand in the middle of a disparate array of figures all gazing at us as if we were uninvited. It’s these exact environments that allow us to truly discover something new, to leave our preconceived notions of fear and release behind for something that cuts on an even deeper level.

Mon Aug 07 04:32:18 GMT 2017