FAULT LINES is a compilation LP, book and digital download. FAULT LINES started as a desire to cultivate a space where sound becomes a physical presence. By locating artists inside a geological feature of the earth, FAULT LINES encouraged composers to create time-based work that resembles the extreme temporal scales of tectonic plates. Whether these plates appear deeply still or silent, at any moment they can send waves of massive movement and disruption. This buildup of potential energy or stress within a fault line is stored until the strain is released, causing an earthquake. This latent energy is analogous to the medium of recorded sound, specifically the vinyl LP that holds kinetic energy in its rotation. Although each composer worked independently from Jen Hutton’s text, the pieces are connected by their experimentation in timbre, a textural feature that helps to objectify sounds, and gives differentiation regardless of pitch or loudness. A focus on the physicality of sound textures, and the spaces that these sounds inhabit, appear to dictate the composers’ compositional choices. Often sound is considered an abstract, liminal, and/or transitory medium given content by its narrative thrust-- where it takes the listener through a linear, time-based journey. FAULT LINES, however, is an attempt to give sound a physical body, a body where time bends, is held, expands, and is again made solid.
– Jules Gimbrone, Curator
released 29 September 2013
FAULT LINES was mastered by Joe Panzner in Columbus, Ohio.
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Can you shift your weight a little over this way? Continental drift explodes all into space.
It’s a stalemate, no one’s at fault Cracks in geography wither and rot Creating cities, destroying blocks of the maximal stillness that you once thought was silent monogamy until the seizures stopped. Drinking the light like a poet overwrought.
Can you shift my weight a little over that way?