Jon Doe One
Horror Vacui
12" (E251)

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Video by Sohrab Hura

Music nowadays is a crime. The whole dark art consisting in whether
the composer opts for death by suffocation (maximalism) or death by
strangulation (the perennially fashionable anti-fashion that is minimalism).
Jon Doe One’s debut record, Small Numbers, involved layer after layer
of obsessive construction. Faced with its delirious palimpsest of rhythm
and sound, listeners — those curious lost souls, I count myself amongst
their ranks, alas — had no choice but to gag on the expansive ensemble.
In other words, the composer had done all the hard work for us. To guard
against this oversight, and his own imaginative zeal, for the next opus
he decided to establish certain constraints. Firstly, that the music should
sound live, spontaneous — to which end an old tape machine was
marshalled; a live show cannibalised. Second, that each track should
feature drums, guitar, electronics and bass, no more, or a combination
of any three, notably the artist's hitherto neglected ‘first love’, electric
bass (how sentiment threatens to quash the scientific). Four, all other
whimsy such as melody would be stripped away. Fifthly, finally,
and most brutally, only the best six tracks would make the cut. The day
of the record’s release, I came across Johannes d’Hoine in the streets of
Antwerp. Peering into the void of a baroque church, he looked somehow
reduced. To raise his spirits, I piled praise on the record. Less is more,
he muttered strangely. Kill your darlings! But I saw that, though the
music lived, something in d’Hoine had died; he and Doe One did not
speak again. [Text: Clodagh Kinsella]

Limited edition 12" (250 copies)

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Jon Doe One (E237)

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