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JASMINE GUFFOND

Muzak for the Encouragement of Unproductivity
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Muzak for the Encouragement of Unproductivity
  • ALBUM OF THE WEEK (July 24, 2025)
    boomkat.com

  • Muzak was once the polite chloroform of capitalism—slipped into the bloodstream of offices, factories, and shopping malls to keep you docile while your hours and willpower were siphoned away. It was the aural equivalent of a corporate smile: fixed, bloodless, and slightly menacing. Jasmine Guffond takes that same form, drags it to an Amazon packing station, and lets it marinate in the industrial reverb until the shine dulls and the hypnotic beat slows to a crawl.

    Commissioned for the 2024 Dystopia Sound Art Biennial—and performed in proximity to one of Bezos’ techno-feudal fortresses—this piece is less a soundtrack for “getting things done” and more a sonic blueprint for the slow sabotage of the productivity cult. Guffond’s horns, clarinets, and low brass drift through a convolution reverb modelled on an actual Amazon warehouse, but instead of urging your next step, they seem to erase the concept of “next” altogether.

    Gawronski’s accompanying essay sharpens the context: in an age of rentier capitalism and “bullshit jobs” (Graeber’s term, not a hyperbolic flourish), most “productive” work is theatre – tasks performed for no tangible societal good, sustained largely to keep people too busy to ask difficult questions. In such a world, Muzak’s original function—calming the worker to increase throughput – mutates into Spotify mood playlists, algorithmic soundtracking for every human activity, ensuring the market has a soft grip on your waking hours and, increasingly, your private ones.

    Guffond flips this script. Her so-called muzak is too slow for retail, too melancholic for corporate morale. It breathes, it slumps, it admits discord into its bloodstream. It’s ambient music that’s almost anti-ambient: it refuses to dissolve entirely into the background, instead creating subtle fractures in the flow, moments of quiet disobedience.

    Conceptually, it’s the perfect double-agent. To the untrained ear, it could still be background music—but it’s background music for the backgrounding of work itself. It’s the hum of a shiftless day, the imagined sound of a warehouse emptied not by automation but by collective decision.

    If old muzak whispered keep working, Guffond’s piece murmurs you could stop now. In doing so, it reframes “unproductivity” not as laziness, but as an act of political and existential hygiene—clearing space for the kind of thought and action that the productivity machine cannot measure, monetize, or control.

    Some albums accompany your tasks; this one quietly dares you to abandon them.
    chaindlk.com

  • There also exists an industry that revolves around supplying us with calm. Meditation apps, sound healing workshops, and listening bars paradoxically invite us to drown out the noise of everyday life by cranking up the volume of comfort music. Two new albums by Jasmine Guffond and Okkyung Lee pick up on this. Guffond’s »Muzak for the Encouragement of Unproductivity« refers to a type of background music that has seen a strange resurgence in recent years. Muzak first emerged in the 1930s when it was piped into factories to facilitate worker efficiency, and has become known as »elevator music« due to its use in non-places such as shopping centres. Its primary functions are stimulation and simulation; it increases productivity and emits a sense of tranquility. Muzak was revived during the rise of the streaming economy in the form of »lofi beats to relax/study to« or chillout piano playlists.

    Berlin-based sound artist Guffond’s LINE debut is based on a 2024 installation that was meant as a »poetic inversion« of muzak’s historical and contemporary uses in the context of »seamless, efficient productivity [and its] effects from labour exploitation to the impacts of over-production on the environment.« Guffond works with drifting horn and clarinet sounds that seem to follow circular patterns that are constantly interweaving, consistently evolving. Both sonically and structurally, the four pieces thus almost perfectly mirror the type of neo-muzak that continues to flood the streaming platforms. This irony is of course very much intended by Guffond, whose previous works dealt with surveillance capitalism and aspects of the platform economy’s impact on our lives, but it also confronts its audience with a paradox: If you find real comfort in this music, does this make you complicit?
    field-notes.berlin

  • Inspired by Sam Kidel’s “mimetic hacking” concept, Berlin-based composer Jasmine Guffond imagines a dystopian ambiance fit for 2025 on her superb new album, piping opiated brass and woodwind motifs into a reverb chamber modeled on Berlin’s Amazon fulfillment center. Haunting, compelling gear – RIYL Gavin Bryars’ ‘Sinking of the Titanic’, Pinkcourtesyphone, Rafael Toral, Disruptive Muzak.

    When Sam Kidel released ‘Disruptive Muzak’ in 2016, he foresaw a level of societal and technological disintegration that we’re still coming to terms with almost a decade later. What was relegated to the UK and its Kafkaseque proto-AI systems on that record stretched out through the wider world on 2018’s ‘Silicon Ear’, when Kidel used photos and convolution reverb processes to engineer an imaginary rave at the Google Data Center in Tokyo. Guffond takes the idea and runs with it on ‘Muzak for the Encouragement of Unproductivity’, creating a suite of music that actively critiques the “techno-feudal” reality of contemporary capitalism, and also virtual performance at DBE2, Amazon’s vast warehouse in Berlin. The project was conceived originally as a sound installation in 2021 for the ‘Books for Earworms’ series at Zabriske bookshop, where composers were asked to select a book to accompany their own music. Guffond chose David Graeber’s controversial ‘Debt, the First 5000 Years ‘, that traces the history and impact of credit systems, and drafted her first iteration of ‘Muzak…’ as a dedication to Graeber’s “non-industrious poor”. “At least they aren’t hurting anyone,” he writes. “Insofar as the time they are taking time off from work is being spent with friends and family, enjoying and caring for those they love, they’re probably improving the world more than we acknowledge.”

    Guffond used muzak to express these ideas because it’s woven into our social fabric at this point, whether it’s deployed at workplaces to enhance efficiency, or in anxiety-provoking public spaces to induce a false sense of calm. And although today’s muzak is buried behind algorithms and streaming playlists – read Liz Pelly’s ‘Mood Machine’ if you don’t believe us – its purpose is broadly the same, to coax us into productivity in our homes or influence us to buy luxuries crafted by those in a more precarious situation than ourselves. Guffond is very careful with how she portrays her “muzak”, using familiar textures and motifs but staying abreast of her concept – it’s a soundtrack to unproductivity, so it can’t achieve the same goals as the real thing. The purest expression is ‘Muzak for the Encouragement of Unproductivity Two’, when it’s really just the tuning itself that puts us on edge. Using unsettlingly artificial harp-like chimes – the sort of sounds that might have once announced the end of a grueling factory shift – Guffond gently reminds us that we’re not on the production line, skewing the pitch and nonetheless creating absorbing, celestial harmonies. It’s like a distraction that shepherds us to the pre-Protestant religious function, where unproductivity was supplemented with virtuous beauty before Martin Luther and his goons assured Western Europe that thankless toil was banked for heavenly rewards.

    Not just a commentary on background music, it ends up being a subtle statement about contemporary “ambient” and drone forms, where experimental techniques have been hijacked by lazy clout chasers, self-styled wellness gurus and beanbag snoozers. Guffond’s composition is so expertly arranged, tweaked and engineered that it makes us acutely aware of what we’ve been missing.

    And that’s only just scratching the surface; by the time she performed the piece again at the Woolahra Gallery in Gadigal Land/Sydney, Guffond had integrated more instrumental elements, adding trumpet and trombone parts from versatile British player Hilary Jeffrey. The gorgeously reverberant sounds, along with clarinet drones from Kai Fagashinski, truly expand the language of the composition, bringing jazzy traces of ’70s and ’80s elevator music (we’re hearing library brass and decelerated orchestral themes) into Guffond’s finely-drawn frame. It’s at this point where the space itself – that Guffond programmed specifically to draw us further into the concept itself – becomes noticeable. It’s not so much that you’d know how an Amazon warehouse sounds, but there’s an eerie familiarity to the humdrum themes that float through the air. The music is too slow and too exquisite, too precise and too compelling to inspire any real hard work – you want to bunk off, zone out, and absorb it properly.
    boomkat.com

  • … Muzak for the Encouragement of Unproductivity promotes the idea of unproductivity. I like that it first came to her in 2021 and took four years to refine – a great example of the idea of being unproductive. Honestly, though, I like the concept getting retested, reconfigured, etc., until it is perfect. Editing is essential, and not rushing things is also important. As someone who listens to music that people deem “slow” and “boring,” I enjoy taking time out to listen to it. The slowcore aesthetic is something I am proud to be a fan of, and I try to recommend it to anyone who will listen (quite literally). Even among some of my most unconventional friends, they do not like the concept of spending a whole hour listening to one single song, saying there isn’t enough time. The real skill is to make the time and try to avoid giving it to something else. I attribute my ability to appreciate something like Guffond’s work to the fact that I am not exposed to a lot of external stimuli, which allows me to enjoy it in a way I was unprepared for. Quite literally, I put it on at random, by chance, having heard only a little of her work previously, and the bonus of seeing it on my beloved Line Label, headed by the careful curator Richard Chartier. Despite the digital nature of Line as a whole, this album, while steeped in digital, has a natural, almost organic quality thanks to the horns and woodwinds utilized throughout (trumpets, tuba, clarinet).

    Concepts of productivity are shockingly modern. It is profoundly depressing that we have created a world that our ancestors would not recognize. Sure, the technology is excellent, but we work for it. We have less free time, on average, than a typical medieval peasant. Despite this supposed progress and the hyper-productive aspect of our lives, we have sacrificed a great deal for these alleged conveniences. Even those from the strictest of religious backgrounds, those of the “idle hands make the devil’s plans” variety, would be in shock at how little of our lives we get. So, there is that level of utter madness behind the thing – this driving notion to constantly be better, to improve everything around us, including taking care of lawns that are not native, and full monocultures that eradicate native plants. I am not necessarily an anarchist, but when Zerzan spoke of how words describing nature like “elderberry (an example, I can’t find the exact word he used)” are removed from dictionaries to make way for words like “iPad,” which quite literally limits our ability to document the beauty of the natural world, that struck a chord in me. I did not grow up in nature, I grew up in a huge noisy city, one of the largest on the planet, and, even there, I made sure to implement the next of “aimlessly walking” just to explore my neighborhood, something I embrace in my newfound location in a smaller less noisy area, though still plenty loud. Maybe, in some future version of the dictionary, the word “unproductivity” will be struck from language, to eliminate the choice even further, to strike a stake through its heart in one final blow. For those who think “well no we always refer to nature, we even have streets named after them” well, in plenty of parts of the world, there are places named for groups of people who have long since died off, so I do not think I am being overly alarmist in this concern. We could, as a society, become entirely disconnected from the idea that life is meant to be lived slowly, not fast. We are probably closer to that ethos than I would like to admit.

    Muzak for the Encouragement of Unproductivity is a melancholy work. It feels like a requiem for a more idyllic form of existence, as we endlessly compete against each other. Of course, I am not immune to this competition – I have a job, a home, and obligations. Yet my rebellion is tiny – I make the deliberate, concerted effort (always have) to live well below my means. Coworkers say I could have a bigger house – family tells me the same thing. If that makes a difference between regular retirement versus five years early, I will gladly take the five years early. Perhaps that is why Guffond’s music strikes me as profoundly beautiful and deeply sad – because it tries to encourage others to slow down, to stop, to know it is time to stop. The music ultimately is fighting a losing battle against centuries of indoctrination that productivity is the most valuable thing, but what if it isn’t, and generations have wasted their lives toiling away for nothing?

    Guffond’s music at least manages to ask the question, and does so in this seemingly timeless, classic, and unidentifiable yet strangely alluring way.
    beachsloth.substack.com

  • In a period awash in toothless and usually meaningless ambient music—where much of the work seems to serve the same anodyne yet capitalist purpose of the “lean back” aesthetic of Spotify—Jasmine Guffond deliberately embraces the term “muzak” on her latest album, Muzak for the Encouragement of Unproductivity (Line). The music was created as a sound installation for the Errant Sound’s 2024 exhibition Dystopia Sound Art Biennale at HAUNT here in Berlin. Guffond pointedly embraces the idea of a faceless music originally designed to enhance worker productivity vis a vis the rigorously engineered efficiency of Amazon fulfillment centers, but her work is neither muzak nor ambient music—two products that seem almost interchangeable these days. In fact, it’s one of the most compelling, spooky things I’ve ever heard from the Australian expat composer, who performs on Thursday, July 24 on a Kiezsalon double bill at the Kleiner Wasserspeicher in Prenzlauer Berg.

    To my ears Guffond has created ambient music of unusual depth and beauty, bending her own electronics with extended performances by Hilary Jeffrey on trumpet and tuba and Kai Fagaschinski on clarinet. The slow-moving melodies, transformed by reverb modeled on the acoustics of a specific Amazon fulfillment center in Berlin, is decidedly muted in its articulation, but while the edges may have been softened and blurred, the shape of the lines is consistently beautiful, with a genuine human touch behind the sounds. While the composer’s conceptual frame is fascinating and rigorous, it’s hardly essential to appreciating the music. The extended brass lines take on an almost creamy timbre, as discrete melody lines seems to swirl and crash into themselves, extended and glowing in Guffond’s electronic enhancements and deft editing, but at the same time the work is undercut by an unsettling air of paranoia and surveillance, a darkness that brings greater depth and complexity to the potentially soothing drift. Even on the second part of the three-movement album, eight minutes of overlapping, often tonally wobbly keyboard chords, the music walks the razor’s edge between subdued terror and chill ambience, but the collisions inject an air of disruption that prevents it from devolving into weightlessness. Below you can hear the third part of the album, where the lines of Fagaschinski—which sound less electronically-treated than the other elements here— and Jeffery engage in endless variation, interwoven, tangled, and pulled apart with a contrapuntal beauty that holds the tension at bay. I imagine the Kleiner Wasserspeicher will enhance the heavy reverb the piece deploys, and for this performance she’ll be joined by Fagaschinski, who brings out exquisite nuances in the material.
    Nowhere Street (petermargasak.substack.com)