Chris Corsano

Listening to Chris Corsano feels like watching a high-speed collision in slow motion where you can see every individual spark. It is percussion stripped of its time-keeping duties and reborn as a lead melodic instrument. His sound is a whirlwind of metallic scrapes, rapid-fire snare rolls, and the unexpected resonance of objects vibrating against drum skins. It is physically demanding music that commands your full attention.

What sets Corsano apart is his 'prepared' approach to the drum kit. He doesn't just hit things; he bows them, attaches strings to them, and uses saxophone mouthpieces to coax alien drones out of his shells. There is a restless curiosity at play here, a sense that he is constantly testing the physical limits of his gear to see what new, jagged textures he can discover in the heat of the moment.

Start with 'Brace Up!' to hear his telepathic interplay with Bill Orcutt. It is the perfect entry point for experiencing how his chaotic energy can form a jagged, beautiful structure when pitted against a blues-inflected guitar. It is loud, smart, and entirely uncompromising.