Christian Pensel

I need to make music - that is maybe the only thing I really know for sure. Spoken language always felt like a pretty insufficient way of communication to me. Playing an instrument seemed to serve as a better speechorgan, but also one alone did not quiet fit my needs to express what I wanted to tell. I started playing classical guitar as a child (ok, actually the good old recorder came at the very first... - and I still play it), then came piano, later saxophone, cello and flute among others like melodica which is my loyal companion on the road.

Despite wanting to choose music as my profession, I did not have the courage at first to do so and ended up going in another direction instead. But during this time I realized that if I do not follow my inner compass I will regret it for the rest of my life. So I canceled my studies and started another - from there on I had been studying compostion for film and theater in Arnhem in the Netherlands.

Writing music for films lets me take the position of an emotional narrator - I like that very much and it offers you to be very broad in your stylistic diversity as I never felt like sticking to one consistent genre. Besides music for films I am also creating music in autonomous projects which is very important to me as well. My music exists in the realms of acoustic-electronic, soundscapes, ambient, improvisation, modern classical and everything inbetween.

I love to experiment in the area of sound where acoustic and electronic elements merge and create new sounds out of the ones we are already familiar with - seeking complexity within simplicity.

I will keep seeking...

"Dreamy harmonic structures against the light, lined with ornamental  textures set in extensive room effects - these soundscapes are the home of Christian Pensel. He takes you on a journey into his spherical music which gets mangled  through machines sometimes beyond recocgnition. His music brings back memories of places that you've never seen, of events that never took place - all made blurry  as like being viewed through frosted glass."  
- Words of a friend