In this month’s Low Culture Essay, Jennifer Lucy Allan considers nostalgia and the Japanese idea of kona in the work of electronic pioneer Susumu Yokota. Subscriber Plus members will receive a playlist to accompany this in their inbox shortly.
The first time I tried to buy a Susumu Yokota album I was in my late teens. I picked up a copy of Image in Vinyl Exchange in Manchester's Northern Quarter. I was taken by the artwork: the vintage colour grading, the abstracted shape that could have been a tree branch or a spool of tape. It was inviting but felt important; those dates – 1983-1998 – were a promise of longevity; of material that might survive the passage of time. When I got it home, I found the wrong record in the sleeve. I did not go back to change it. I was too young, too embarrassed.
I don't know where I would have first heard of Yokota. I know he was referenced regularly in the magazines and blogs I was reading then, when his early 00s albums like Sakura were already being hailed as key touchpoints for a wave of artists making what was then more often classed as electronica, and which is a genre now largely absorbed into ambient. When I recently listened to Image, for the first time in nearly 20 years, it became a time machine.
It played back from a past when I knew much less than I know now; when I was taking chances on music I had only read descriptions of, which often came detached from context or understanding. So, if I don't know where I first heard his music, I know I have been hearing his name since I began delving into electronic music, almost certainly because Leaf issued much of his Skintone catalogue. Listening to Image again now in its remastered form, I find an album that contains the triptych of feeling that is at the core of Yokota's sound, whatever sonic space he's occupying, a holy trinity of love offered, curiosity manifested, and an exercising of play with sound itself. He was a musician who sprawled across genres, a magpie for sound both recorded and in the world around him, and had a capacity for making connections for us in his music. The feeling that oozes from its signals are that of a most generous creator.