Two monsters of the avant-garde. Founder of the Wandelweiser collective Beuger and co-conspirator Wolff. You knew it was going to be long and slow but wow. There's two pieces here, 10-minute one and a 60-minute one, and I'm not really sure what justifies the two since they're virtually identical. The set up is something like this: Wolff contributes "piano, objects, charango, flute" while Beuger reads out truncated lines, sentences, stanzas at seemingly random. Beuger also plays Christian Wolff's Stones recording from 1995. Confused? I was too until I read this. Essentially Wolff's version of his composition Stones runs throughout the background as a kind of barely-there hum, like a radiator in a room. And to make the whole thing even more absurdly self-referential, Beuger himself plays on that version of Stones.
So long stretches of silence are broken up by either Beuger's recitations (Cageian in tone, I find), Wolff's improvisations on the aforementioned instruments, or both. It's an absolute head-spinner of a record. Difficult yes, but also incredibly immersive. Deep Listening is required but hopefully you have the patience because it's really quite something.
Playboi Carti has never really been on my radar too much, but then Pfork gave this one a rave review, and I figured I was sleeping...but man, this album didn't do anything for me. Barely any song made any kind of impact. The production is interesting at times but Carti himself gets lost in both that and the whole mass of features all over the album. Nothing gelled for me, so I guess for me I wasn't missing much after all. Oh well.

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