MOTTE is touring Aotearoa in celebration of her newest album ‘Cold + Liquid’. She will be joined by Luke Scott (Admiral Drowsy) to fully capture the aural expansiveness of this new work, and to create a very special listening experience.
Anita Clark’s new Motte album, Cold + Liquid, builds glacial atmospheres, frozen moods and isolated impressions. Portraying New Zealand through socio-geological sound, breathing in Christchurch cultures and locales, the album embodies an artistic simulation of the Kiwi environment. Motte borrows from an array of sound sources to create an immense entity, with each piece situated precisely along the path. Cold + Liquid offers this rich sensory experience, transporting the listener into a world of Clark’s imagination.
As a master violinist, Clark is a favourite of the NZ music scene. She’s been employed by the Renderers, Nadia Reid, Lawrence Arabia and Delaney Davidson for her skills. Currently, she plays with The Phoenix Foundation, Luke Buda and Don McGlashan and the Others. Her skilful reach across genres fuels her popularity both with the rock under and overground, and she has also built a rich CV of film soundtracks and contemporary dance compositions.
Listening to Cold + Liquid is a fulsome experience of articulated sound and specific place. Anita Clark dances around the shining candescence of her culture like a night insect, always seeking a better vantage point to the light.
It’s designed as an immersive experience and does sometimes feel like the aural equivalent to caving as Motte’s strings swoop and trill around you…Often this kind of music aims for warmth and comfort, it’s nice to hear something so purposefully chilly – Tony Stamp
Here there are beautiful songs, drifting soundscapes, and monstrous head-twisting bouts of discordance that nonetheless remains somehow mellifluous (no matter how murky the water). You will be the judge, but to me this music sits in a zone of conditional beauty, equidistant from the work of Coil, Kate Bush and Danielle Dax. That location is a latitude at which tall drinks and tiny paper parasols become obligatory. So, spin this disc, pour yourself a Shirley Temple, and hit the floating sun loungers with me. This water’s warm. – Bruce Russell