O Colecionador De Sons World Listening Day 2010/2011: A Sonic Trip Worth Taking
Alright, buckle up. This ain’t your average album review because O Colecionador De Sons is not your average "album." Released in 2012 by Green Field Recordings outta Portugal, this thing’s a wild ride through field recordings—a genre that some might call “non-music,” but screw that noise. It’s more like an auditory photo album where every track slaps you with reality instead of melodies.
First off, let’s talk about "Bats - Afternoon"—yeah, bats during the DAY. Who even thinks to record that? Someone who knows their stuff, apparently. The track starts subtle, almost like static or wind rustling leaves, then BAM! You’re surrounded by these tiny winged freaks flapping around like they own the damn place. It’s eerie as hell, but also kinda beautiful. Like walking into a haunted forest and realizing you’re part of the ecosystem now. That one stuck with me because it’s raw AF—no polish, no edits, just straight-up nature doing its thing.
Then there’s "Machine Guns," which hits different. I mean… what can I say? This isn’t background music for sipping coffee; it’s a punch to the gut. The sharp cracks of gunfire echo like ghosts screaming at you from somewhere far away but too close for comfort. It’s ugly, brutal, and impossible to ignore. Makes you think twice about how we treat soundscapes when war becomes audio art. Not gonna lie—it gave me chills.
Now, before you start thinking this whole project is just random noises slapped together, give credit where it’s due. Liner notes by Eric Leonardson and Luís Antero add context, making sure listeners don’t zone out completely. They frame each recording like pieces of a puzzle, forcing you to pay attention even if you wanna hit skip.
But here’s the kicker: why does any of this matter? We live in a world drowning in polished playlists and auto-tuned voices. Albums like O Colecionador De Sons remind us that real life doesn’t need filters. Sometimes all it takes is listening—to bats, trains, storms, or gunshots—to feel alive. Or maybe pissed off. Either way, mission accomplished.
Oh, and fun fact: turns out listening to crickets (Grillons) while reading angry reviews makes everything better. Try it sometime.
