Horaflora ‎– The Gland Canyon



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Cat# Artist Title (Format) Label Cat# Country Year
Installation 12 Horaflora The Gland Canyon(CDr, Album, Ltd) Install Installation 12 US 2010 Sell This Version
none Horaflora The Gland Canyon(Cass, Album, Ltd, C75) Weird Ear none US 2012 Sell This Version

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January 26, 2013
referencing The Gland Canyon, Cass, Album, Ltd, C75, none

An endless series of miniature sound architectures. Careful listening will reveal thematic use of samples and melodies, but it is easy to be distracted by the constantly shifting palette. The instrumentation never settles, leaving each individual source long enough to play against a variety of others, making sounds that initially sounded pleasantly smooth or keyed major suddenly turn to minor and percussive.


May 15, 2012
referencing The Gland Canyon, CDr, Album, Ltd, Installation 12
From Aquarius Records, San Francisco:
Bay Area sound artist Raub Roy goes by the name of Horaflora; and his performances are really impressive exercises in controlled electro-acoustic chaos, with low-tech electronics skittering above various tactile scrapes counterpointed by reversed currents of placid bass frequencies and tonal undulation. One of his best performance stunts is to fill up large balloons, shove a trumpet mouthpiece inside the balloon, and drop the metal mouthpiece on a large drumhead. With two of these devices going, Horaflora can generate prolonged vibration and acoustically phased drones that are really amazing.
Gland Canyon is a small run edition released by Instal Records (which had released a Caretaker disc a while back, although this shares little aesthetic similarity), and works through many of the clamorous, decomposing sounds that Horaflora generates in a live setting. It can't be qualified as 'noise' as these collages are more in keeping with a tradition of automatic writing through sound, with idiosyncratic juxtapositions of electronic bloops, ring modulated flanges, minuscule clatter of wood and metal, mad-scientist weirdo percolations, and those sublimated balloon drones. As such it's more in keeping with some of the HNAS collages or something deconstructed from Small Cruel Party and old P.16.D4 tapes. The various tracks ebb and flow with an unhurried pace that slowly magnifies some of the many sounds into more sparse hypno-repetitive passages and then sweep everything into rather dense crescendos of scattershot sediment.