Dressing The Air is the brainchild of the London-based artist Paul Schütze.

In a career spanning 30 years, Schütze has exhibited his photographic and installation works in galleries and museums around the world, released over thirty albums of original recordings, scored a number of films and performed numerous concerts. He has collaborated with artists such as James Turrell, Josiah McElheny and Isaac Julien and musicians as diverse as Bill Laswell, Raoul Björkenheim, Toshinori Kondo, Lol Coxhill and Jah Wobble.

Dressing The Air is a unique open resource that aims to enrich creative thinking by encouraging a multi-sensory approach. A constantly evolving archive and creative news feed, Dressing The Air monitors and reports on a diverse range of art-forms from cinema to sculpture, painting to furniture design, land-art to perfumery.

dressing the air: the bureau of sensory intelligence

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Asunder, Sweet And Other Distress - Godspeed You! Black Emperor

Asunder, Sweet And Other Distress - Godspeed You! Black Emperor

Those unfamiliar with GSYBE's material may be baffled by my reticence to attempt description here. Once you have heard them you will understand just how effectively they defy both description and classification. Suffice to say they are quite unique. Moving from pulverising unison arrangements of aching force and beauty to drones of such sinuous articulation as to rewrite the history of drones at a stroke. Their influences are many and entirely incompatible: to describe them as a mash up of Albert Ayler, Tony Conrad, Yes, Glen Branca, Black Sabbath, Merzbow and The Incredible String Band would be neither helpful nor unreasonable. This new album is, even by their standards, entirely remarkable. Transcendent, devastating and joyful. Just buy it.

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"He poked around among all his apparatus, bought long ago to please a mistress of his who used to go into raptures over certain aromatics and certain balms - an umbalanced neurotic woman who loved to have her nipples macerated in scent, but who only really experienced complete and utter ecstasy when her scalp was scraped with a comb or when a lovers caresses were mingled with the smell of soot, of wet plaster from houses being built in rainy weather or dust thrown up by heavy rain-drops in a summer thunder-storm."
- J.-K. Huysmans, 1884, Against Nature