The Connie Capri Organ Chamber Orchestra


Who is Connie (= Conrad?Constance?) Capri? Where does he/she come from? Nobody knows, nobody really cares… Only known trace on record is supposed to be a joint effort (under a different name) with an english band on a compilation CD. So there.
Part of the reasons for the existence of this LP is in the title, Emotion/Repetition. CC has surely learned a lesson or two from the last century’s minimalists, above all Terry Riley and his A Rainbow in Curved Air. But, being an emotionally unstable person, and unable to sustain the attention necessary for composing and (above all) playing serial clusters, CC prefers improvising such clusters, during emotional performances which, one could say, have a jazz-like appeal.
Emotion/Repetition: emotional minimalism, one could also say. The various layers of organ improvisation are laid onto a rhythmic bed which has a different atmosphere from track to track.
The whole scene might bring to mind:
1) Eric Dolphy in kraut sauce,
2) the above-mentioned Terry Riley, in love and (musically) stuttering
3) Delia Derbyshire goes out naked at night, jumping around in the park.
And so on, and so forth. Finally, word has spread that Connie has caught the ‘audiophilia’ virus, but only after the final mixing of the record.


March, 2008
12inch LP
8 tracks
39 minutes

Vinyl of the month award must certainly go to Emotion/Repetition by The Connie Capri Organ Chamber Orchestra, whose jungle drums and banks of fizzing red and black Vox and Elka organs put me in mind of something off Medative Music for Decomposed Organ by Russia’s Mikhail Chekalin, or perhaps John Cale & Terry Riley’s 12-minute piano duel ‘Ides of March’ as covered by Klaus Schultze on his epic Elektronic Impressionen LP. Like me, those of you with a dislike of pastiche-y overly retro album art should simply look away and open your ears to the music itself. For this limited edition 12” contains eight truly minging drum’n’drones that really deserve a place in the record library of most 21st Century Inner Space Cadets. Cop this 300 copies-only motherlode from and soon, motherfuckers!
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