Kevätjuhla was created as the soundtrack to a visual, sculptural installation of the same name, “a listening station that sought a bound between sound, the earth and organic matter”, and mirrors that installation’s make-up of wires poking from dirt, and scores made of organs peel and party debris, in a a typically warped, bittersweet and off-centre selection of sounds which flow into one another with a sort of supernatural, organic form.
For anyone familiar with Tomutonttu’s work pre-2012, it’s very easy to hear how well he’s consolidated the visual and aural aspects of his art within Kevätjuhla. Where previous pieces were prone to delirious fractal crystallisation that maybe required a modicum of concentration or a deeply altered state to comprehend, these pieces flow in uniquely resolved and strange quantum paradoxes, as though he’s merging tracks from multiple, discreet dimensions into para-dimensional delta of psilocybic folk, digi-dancehall and tropical lounge jazz.
Imagine Mike Cooper meeting SKRS Intl at Spencer Clark’s imaginary beach hut and you’ve got almost got the measure of Operaatio satamassa, whilst Tinhentyvästä harpusta - Tarjous sounds like magick lagoon of frolicking merfolk and the exquisite Kuinka voin auttaa feels out a hyaline dreamspace between K. Leimer and Visible Cloaks, and Kuteen salon I - Lukin jack pursues that vibe between the contrail coattails of Yellow Magic Orchestra and the endearing messes of Eric Copeland. (Boomkat)