This is the fifth in Vladimir Tarasov's solo percussion series, and given the previous outings in this series, it's the straightest. There are tape sound effects employed here, but mostly just drums and small percussion instruments: gongs, shakers, marimbas, hand drums, and the like. Like his previous offerings, however, this volume is a journey into sound, not a virtuoso recital of finesse or largesse. Tarasov is interested in seeing how deep the sound of the drums will take him, how low the song will go, and how far back in time and pace it goes. This is language being constructed, deconstructed, recollected, and articulated over the course of 50 minutes. This language is perhaps singular in that one man goes after the sound the drums have to offer, but it is universal in what it inspires, and what it inspires is awe, terror, vulnerability, loss, grief, sorrow, resolve, joy, and strength. In all, this recital is an inspiration to the very spirit of the creative heart, how it pulses and breathes, moves, and creates from emptiness, only to return to the eternal silence. Truly this is the finest of the series -- fully realized, fully transcendent.
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