A fundamental concern:
Foremost, I should address the fact that John Cage would certainly be happy with the methods of conducting/conduction that are taking place within this ensemble. As well, the sounds that are produced--from what I've heard ("On the Floor", and "The PLOrk Drones")--are interseting as sounds. Ultimately, it is a positive happening when I am listening to these sounds. My concern comes with regards to the repeated mention of human expression as instilled within some of the compositions described in the music download page.
In the description for "Conflict" it is stated that, 'This piece ponders the human attitude toward war in two distinct themes.' This approach seems to me to be hearkening to the beautiful shackles of Humans' artistic endeavors: 'We repeatdely use the presupposition of the attainment of beauty as the basis of Media performance, while the experiences derived from such thinking are worthless outside of an emotional, and highly personalized context.' Here we have a new technology that surpasses previous ability, and parameters, yet it is employed in the same manner as its antiquated predecessors. Why?
I understand that this medium is new to those who use it, and experimentation/wandering is a part of the facilitation of the human-as-performer/medium interaction, but where does a limited social significance get anyone? Marshall McLuhan expressly iterated that our notion that a medium can be a vessel for a message is a product of our self-imposed-specialization into a visual culture. In an assumption that a message can be conveyed the medium is extorted, and foregone in order to preserve, and extol abstract and subjective human dispositions which never do more than flounder within a slight overlapping of human experience; the performer, and the observer, and the observer, and the observer do not see eye to eye, so why render a performance that is predicated by something so specific as the human condition in relation to war, would an essay not be better suited?
In listening to "On the Floor" I find an infinite amount of music. There is no meaning for which I listen, there is only sound taking place, and when I think about how the sound was manipulated I become excited as I attempt to put process to manifestation.