Marc Broude ‎– Rites Of Zen

No Zen Records ‎– NZR-01
CD, Album


1 Rites Of Zen 72:09

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  • Barcode: 885444063558
  • ASIN: B002UKOP5Y

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Cat# Artist Title (Format) Label Cat# Country Year
TVK46 Marc Broude Rites Of Zen(File, MP3) TVK Netlabel TVK46 Australia 2011
Siro201 Marc Broude Rites Of Zen(File, MP3, Album, 320) Sirona-Records Siro201 France 2011

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March 2, 2010
It is slightly absurd that Dark Ambient is still looked down upon by the so-called intellectual elite, while drone-related releases are held in the highest esteem. Both deal with the unspoken, the undefined and the space between words. Both concentrate on sound and leave a lot of the typical focal points of Western music (melody and harmonic progression) to the listener’s imagination. And both use a lot of the same elements to achieve these aims. Marc Broude is one of those few artists who have managed to bridge the mental divide between the two genres and “Rites of Zen” is a breath of fresh air to both.

Maybe it even comes down to your personal perspective, where you are going to file this – if you really need to: Deep, brooding washes of sound, become almost inaudible as weightless melodic motives, sinister and disembodied analogue stabs as well as disrupted fragments of speech from close-up melt together seamlessly, rocking the music like the pendulum of an old clockwork-Depending on your mood, you can allow this to guide you down the stairway to hell or lift you to a open, psychedelic sphere inside a dense cluster of ominous thunderclouds. The ambiguity does “Rites of Zen” a lot of good, which had been announced as “Just dark...”, but in fact has a lot more shades of black to offer. An inert bass pounds relentlessly underneath a subtlety charged electrosphere, while only partially decipherable human voices echoes in and out of conscience. There is a faint, high and discarnate sound hovering above, like the wind tearing at a flag pole at midnight. Tightly crafted, but relatively unsurprising this menacing hymn marches on, until a cut-up sample, reminiscent of a winching shellac recording of some romantic 40s movie lifts the veil and takes everything to a much brighter and hopeful galaxy.

Having released exclusively on his own “No Zen Records” label, rising from an unknown tape-artist to a hot insider-tip. With “Rites of Zen” he has hit a temporary ceiling, which will surely be explored further on future releases. Even if the press continue to label him as “Dark Ambient”, it would be plainly absurd to look down on this genuinely unique stylistic mix.



November 24, 2009
edited over 8 years ago
A seventy two minute ghostly death rattle. is anybody in portland oregan not making little bombs of musical orgasm? beginning to think the whole population’s in a goddam band. no doubt this fella when not jiggering about with oscillators and low frequency military weapons, he’s shooting pool with smegma at liz harris’ house. anyway this shit does the same thing lustmord does at his unsettling quietest; manages to be somehow almost not there, yet at the same time make noise like gravity pressing down on every atom in yr misshapen flesh sack. it’s the sound of deep space loneliness or the blackest ocean floor. it’s the sound of ghost towns and a breeze blowing through abandoned factories. y’dig my lazy metaphors? hmmm. influenced by david lynch. and i suppose there is someting of the background tension drone and the industrial hum of eraserhead here. anyway it’s likely to divide. me? i love it. but then zoetrope is one of my favourite things. listen yrself.