by Marek Piaček | aug 3, 2011 | CD, Požoň Sentimental |
With three years to go before the twenty-first century, the air over Bratislava is pouring from the West to the East, from the North to the South, over loosened border stones, freely as ever. Man has not yet discovered means to regulate the atmosphere flow, the freedom of which is always disturbing, for you can never tell what will it bring, in what combination and intensity. There is the same relation between these currents and the music of Pozon Sentimental, as there is between the apeiron and the world: they give uncontrolled rise to forms of Pozon’s music, they nourish it, watched by dazzled eyes of the listeners, and even, as I often suspect – of the composers, (future?) old masters, themselves. As apeiron is the eternal source of the most bizarre combinations of shapes, tastes and moods, pozonism, too, spreads its wings over us, ranging from the privacy of a street-organ and a violin to the heroism of heavenly sound cascades and colours. Listening to compositions of Pozon Sentimental, weather-sensitive listeners feel as if the mild wind foehn was approaching Bratislava from the Alps: they feel like laughing wildly, yet, they experience almost disquieting nostalgia at the same time. Are we to envy them these feelings? I don’t know, it’s up to every listener. One thing is sure: musically, pozonism very seriously relies on the listener, it needs him, as one needs the missing player for a game of cards, it feels restless without him. Listening to music of Pozon, the listener – co-performer is easily transformed into an authentic participant of music-creating activity, for instance, by means...
