Kinga Janicka: Improvised intense bass and thundering beats across genres
IOM: post-industrial sound processing and experimentation
Faex Optim: Dusty Post-electronic music
Kinga Janicka is an electronic music producer originally from Poland but now resident in London. Blending sounds from across genres, their unique style of improvisational music production generates intense bass and thundering beats that will get the entire floor moving.
www.youtube.com/@kingajanicka
soundcloud.com/kingajanicka
open.spotify.com/artist/1I2znli8aCbOqZGjmAnflx?si=KN4EOSFwR5mrPakNyyH1pA&nd=1
Edinburgh based artist Faex Optim worked under the radar for years on downtempo electronica until releasing Crystal Pleasures in 2023, with a change of focus and more up-tempo style. His music lies somewhere between 90s Warp-esque IDM and modern organic techno, resulting in a fusion of lush chords and driving beats.
Often noted for crisp drums and cloudy synths, Faex Optim makes driving IDM electronica that’s not out of place on either the headphone commute or the club floor.
IOM is the solo project from Iker Ormazabal. Born in Vitoria in 1981, he started playing at the end of the decade of the 90s. Interested in sound design from the early stages of his musical career, he toured extensively as a keyboard/sample player with pop and rock bands during the first half of the 2000s.
Shortly after, he moved to Barcelona where became involved with the experimental music scene. Currently, his music dwells in post-industrial, techno and dub territories with a strong focus on sound processing and experimentation. Synthesizers, drum machines, guitars, and vocals are recorded, then woven together with ambient field recordings, samples, and custom-crafted effects. This creates a foundation of solid, rhythmic pulsations overlaid by evolving layers of dense, dark sounds, contorted melodies, and manipulated vocal tracks
ikerormazabal.bandcamp.com/album/unlimited-dream-company
Chris [Symmetrical Forces] creates live visuals for each performance using his own lo-fi footage, dusty VHS tapes and obscure videos from the internet to create futuristic images from the past overlayed with out-of-reach memories and vague fragments of lost visions.
The Rossi Bar is a small grade II building, and they are restricted with how they can improve access for anyone with mobility issues. The live music venue is located in the basement, which can only be accessed by a short spiral staircase. More accessibility information and images of the venue are in this document:
spiritofgravity.com/site/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/The-Spirit-of-Gravity-at-The-Rossi-Bar-for-audience-members.pdf
If you can’t make it to the Rossi Bar, you can now live stream all of our gigs on our new Owncast platform at stream.gravitons.org/.
“The Spirit of Gravity: making experimental music a threat again – since 2001”
Thursday 2nd May 2024 | 8pm – 10.30pm | £5 (cash only)
Downstairs @ The Rossi Bar
8 Queens Road, Brighton, BN1 3WA

Gagarin: Light melodic sounds filtered through a shaded lens




[Something’s Happening] are seated facing each other on the stage across a table. Iris reads and Daryl plays. Well, they start whispering, sound creeps down from understairs, it takes about 5 minutes before something like audibility is achieved. Slowly the electronics come in, or is that the fridge, no it’s definitely from the stage. A snatch of words, back and forth jagged hum, phrase, jagged hum, phrase. I believe she’s reading from a book on critical theory from a conversation after. After reading a page she tears it out of the book. Or did I imagine that. Other sounds come in, a pinging bell. The buzz shifts pitch. Iris’ voice is warm enveloping, I can’t yet make out words, but it’s a comfort against the coldly formless electronics. She applies affects to her voice. A subsonic thud about 30bpm starts, and she bounces off it. A feedback emulating synth tone starts, a gentle melodic clattering rises underneath the electronics. The words are now completely lost to me, its just a human tone, with the rhythm of speech, or something like it – messed up by delay and reverb. Communication is lost. The drum has faded. There are layers of clattering now. A guitar based drone slowly comes into our awareness and the clattering fades to be replaced by a slow chime. “Stop”; a word breaks through, but then its lost again. More notes are added to the chimes loop. It turns out to be the guitar again. Iris just lets her voice loop now against dystopian discords and buzzes. The thud has returned almost building to a perceptible rhythm. The guitar is more guitar-y now, pinging away through languid delays. Iris starts to layer her voice. The beat goes and it winds down, her voice stuck in luxuriant Max Headroom stammers.