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While it collects commissioned pieces from 2003 and 2006 through 2008 (hence the title), all of the various tracks here were created for other works and performances, but are still unified as being crafted by the hand of Carsen Nicolai. While there are a few different approaches used from track to track, never do they feel out of place along-side each other, and both the Alva Noto penchant for abstract composition and almost danceable rhythmic electronics appear here.
 
Opening track "Garment" and "T3 (for Dieter Rams)" both encapsulate the aesthetic of Nicolai’s home label Raster-Noton, beginning with seemingly random electronic fragments that are molded into a tight rhythm as the track plays on.Both feature disparate noise surges and deep, heavy bass pulses with the occasional glitchy click or resonating bell-tone.Both begin with more of a collage sense, the sounds having seemingly little to do with each other.However, the sounds pull together and lock into place, the result is a pseudo-techno work that just demonstrates Nicolai’s ability to clinically sequence the smallest sounds into memorable, almost catchy pieces.
In other pieces, the source isn’t so much a software patch as a piece of organic sound that forms the basis of the work.The two takes of "Argonaut (for Heiner Müller)" are constructed on samples of heavy, bassy strings.In its initial format, it is a slow, additive sequence that slowly brings in mournful digital melodies and soft, white puffs of noise and maintains a sad, bleak quality throughout.The closing "version" take on the piece works from the same recipe, but by including warmer bells and a more complex layering of sound, the piece has a more rejoiceful quality to it, celebrating rather than mourning."Early Winter (for Phill Niblock)" also starts from a sampled string basis (of a Niblock composition), but includes just enough digital elements to give an inhuman quality, and as it continues on it channels a bit of Vangelis’ Blade Runner soundtrack, but composed by the replicants themselves.
The other pieces more inhabit the world of abstract sound collage without a specific organic grounding or traditional rhythmic structure."Stalker (for Andrei Tarkovsky)" brings in the dark tension of the 1979 sci-fi film, meshing heavy bass tones and higher register pieces, all with minor chord stabs to give a bleak feel appropriate for the inspirational material.The short "ANS (for Evgeny Murzin)" is a brief, but live piece based upon the infamous Russian ANS synthesizer that juxtaposes rapidly fluctuating tones with longer, drawn out analog textures.
While the tracks in For 2 may be dedicated and inspired by artists in a variety of disciplines, Nicolai’s devotion to carefully structuring the smallest of sounds into rhythmic passages, as well as the lush exploration of digital and digitally treated sounds unites these pieces into a cohesive whole.Although they have a consistent, unifying feel to them, the tracks are all strong on their own merits, with no sense of filler or padding inserted.Alone or together, Carsten Nicolai’s compositions here shine as exemplary examples of contemporary electronic music.
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Rhythm can lead, but sometimes it’s anything but enlivening. On his new limited-edition edition EP, Jason Urick creates an atmosphere as driving as it is claustrophobic. The four pieces collected are somewhat repetitive, but nonetheless they have a subtle insistency that sticks in the mind long after the record is finished.
Beat making is a relatively new preoccupation in Urick’s run as a solo-artist. Unlike is last album, the excellent Husbands, he keeps his compositions sparse. Despite this, they have an unsettling air, especially the title track, which is downright sinister. It’s built from a short, patios inflected vocal sample intoning the words "fussing and fighting" over and over again. Urick bends and stretches the sample to the accompaniment of sparse reverb drenched drum programming. Bits of disembodied noise wash in and out of the mix in a narcoleptic haze, apt accompaniment to a late night drive through a blighted cityscape.
The rest of the EP still has the same disembodied quality, but without the explicit menace. It’s as if Urick’s sounds were trapped in their own limited scope, trying to escape the tiny range of motion that he gives them. It’s not until the end of the third track, "Sleeping Bag/Lets make it Critical," that Urick displays the kind of technical grandiosity that he is capable of. Drifts of static pile up and through the noise an airy half melody emerges, providing a sparkling coda to an otherwise unremarkable soundscape. It is the only moment on the record where Urick approaches the density that marks his best work, and while this may be a step backwards for him stylistically, it satisfies in a way that the other tracks do not. The rest seem pale and confused. Despite freshening his approach, Urick’s work on Fussing and Fighting lacks the vitality of his previous work.
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After a few releases that have left me cold, I was beginning to lose heart with the many variants of Acid Mothers Temple as they failed to replicate their capabilities as a live band in the studio. This sequel to 2001’s awesome In C album piqued my interest when it was first announced and I am very pleased to report that it represents a return to form for the collective. Despite the titular connection with In C, this album is a completely different kettle of fish; four pieces each blasting off in totally different directions like rockets trying to cover as much of the universe as possible.
 
 
There is a quote attributed to Terry Riley from when he witnessed Acid Mothers Temple performing "In C" at a concert put on in tribute to him and roughly paraphrasing (for I have lost track of the source): "I don’t know what that is they’re playing but it’s not "In C"!" The tone of the quote was not angry or annoyed; Riley seemed genuinely bemused by the interpretation of the piece. With In 0 to ∞, the Acid Mothers Temple completely drop any pretences of performing Riley’s seminal piece and instead surge forward on their own cosmic journey, taking Riley’s influence rather than his instructions on board.
While their previous album which explored Riley’s masterpiece stands as one of Acid Mothers Temple’s defining moments on record, this album does not attempt to capture the same breathtaking approach to hewing blocks of sound as they did on In C. Ironically, despite the range implied by the album’s title, In 0 to ∞ sees Kawabata Makoto and his gang focus their music into a series of laser beams that will travel further in one direction than they have previously journeyed. "In 0" opens the album in typical Acid Mothers Temple style: spacey Hawkwind-esque synthesisers and a slow build up to a pummelling guitar-centric rhythm. It is nothing new as far as Acid Mothers Temple songs go but it is one of the better examples of their music to make it to an album in recent years.
It is with "In A" where things kick off; a thick drone creating a platform for the group to springboard from. The vocals are what make this piece, both Makoto and Tsuyama Atsushi providing amazing chants, throat singing and harmonies. Yet, what makes this special for long-term Acid Mothers Temple fans is the return of Cotton Casino who sounds like her singing is being picked up on intergalactic radio signals from an unknown part of the galaxy. Her haunting voice combined with the static drone is simple but powerful in its execution. Unfortunately it ends too suddenly after a measly 18 minutes, I could happily feast my ears on it for hours.
"In Z" sees the group abandoning anything that sounds remotely musical; what sounds more like an old dial-up modem (but mellower) hiccups and babbles before an odd and slightly annoying guitar loop appears. Over a while, the concrète nature of the piece brings a musicality reminiscent of Luc Ferrari’s Les Arhythmiques; an unlikely rhythmical chaos coming together to make a strangely hypnotic whole. In the final piece, "In ∞," the group return to the free rock jamming they are renowned for. After the two previous pieces, they sound rejuvenated in their assault. A frenetic and explosive saxophone performance care of Atsushi adds an entire new edge to the band’s playing. The piece softens as it goes on before sounding like something The Flaming Lips would do if they could get away with it.
As someone who has been a little disappointed with a sizable portion of Acid Mothers Temple’s studio output over the last couple of years, In 0 to ∞ is a refreshing return to form (or more accurately, has more successfully captured the band’s electric live sound). A more cynical mind might suggest that this is due to Casino’s presence on the album but as she only appears on one track, that argument is dead in the water. Hopefully, this is only the beginning of a new golden age of Acid Mothers Temple albums as it is ample proof that there is plenty of fire left in them.
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For his first album without founding band mate Stephen Malkmus, David Berman opted to abandon the band’s signature drawling slacker-rock for something totally different: stripped-down and drawling slacker-country. Given that the best things about the Jews have always been Berman’s singularly excellent lyrics and endearingly deadpan delivery, increased intimacy could not be anything other than a great idea (especially since these are some of Silver Jews' most dark and personal songs). The Natural Bridge is David Berman's Nebraska.
 
Like many people, I was first introduced to Silver Jews in a very misleading way: I was working at a college radio station in 1996 and one of my fellow DJs excitedly told me that we had just received a great new album by "a Pavement side-project."I was never a huge fan (though Pavement certainly has a ramshackle charm), so I was pleasantly surprised that The Natural Bridge did not sound anything like them and actually did not feature anyone from that band at all.Still, I wasn’t especially impressed with the first song I heard ("Pet Politics") until I realized that lines from it still kept popping into my head a week later.I gave it another chance and it has been a constant fixture in my life ever since.
As a lyricist, David Berman is in a class by himself, by turns evocative, profound, moving, and witty.Even his weakest material tends to be peppered with mysterious allusions, inspired imagery, and clever turns of phrase, but The Natural Bridge is probably his most powerful and consistent single work.Here, Berman’s considerable talent at wielding the English language is met halfway by a distinctly non-cerebral sense of palpable heartbreak and longing.I have no idea what the personal circumstances surrounding this album were, but it seems very unambiguously like a wounded man trying to forge meaningful art from the broken shards of a love affair gone devastatingly wrong.Still, while this is ostensibly a "break-up album," the songs here don’t sound like Berman is self-indulgently wallowing in his pain at all. Instead, the album feels like a long, laid-back conversation with an old friend who has been to hell and back, but has nothing but insightful, wise, and wryly amusing things to say about it all ("well I wish they didn’t set mirrors behind the bar, cuz I can’t stand to look at my face when I don’t know where you are").
The entire album is consistently compelling and littered with wonderful moments (aside from one throw-away instrumental), but I vastly prefer its first half.The opening track ("How to Rent a Room") has been a favorite of mine and it is very hard to write about it without resorting to breathlessly quoting all of its best lines.It’s the most explicitly relationship-themed song on the album and achieves the perfect mixture of heartbreak, abstraction, and gorgeously haunting imagery, telling its story with a flood of fleeting impressions ("your laughter made me nervous, it made your body shake too hard"). The following two songs ("Pet Politics" and "Black and Brown Blues") are equally stunning, but much stranger lyrically.In fact, "Pet Politics" never ceases to fascinate me, as it is the most bluntly powerful song on the album despite some singularly inscrutable and disjointed content.David sounds almost like a Doomsday prophet of Old Testament power at times, somehow imbuing lines like "When the rain hits you, it hits you slow" with startling depth and finality.
Berman’s backing band this time around consists of fellow Virginians New Radiant Storm King and Drag City producer Rian Murphy and they make an odd, but perfect foil.The music is bare-bones simple in a way that almost borders on naïve for some tracks, just the most straightforward chord progressions possible being strummed in the most straightforward way with almost no frills.Despite that, the band manages to turn the mundane raw material into something spacious, understated and unobtrusive yet still agreeably loose-limbed and swinging.It’s like a very unprepossessing frame that turns out to be the only one that can truly bring out the picture’s best qualities: Berman has never sounded this relaxed or focused, before or since.His more indie rock-themed albums certainly offer more in the way of immediate hooks, but the rustic, lived-in feel of The Natural Bridge has far more staying power.Aside from the obvious aesthetic dissonance of cloaking great songs in mediocre, of-the-moment rock, David has a tendency to get a bit hammy when things get a bit too rocking.
While this album thankfully is not dogged by an over-the-top delivery, it is not immune to Berman's occasional propensity for head-scratching non-sequiturs that wildly miss the mark (particularly its second half).Whether this is charming or insufferably pretentious is in the ear of the beholder, but I personally find his go-for-broke willingness to toss out horrible lines like "is it true your analyst was a place-kicker for the Falcons?" or "a new girl in Tahoe has swallowed Sinatra’s cum" endearing.Also, some of his bizarre one-liners can sound incredibly profound despite (or perhaps, because of) their seeming disconnection from the words around them (like "when I go downtown, I always wear a corduroy suit, cuz its made of a hundred gutters that the rain run right through").David Berman, more than just about anyone, understands that beauty and emotional resonance sometimes need to be approached in very oblique and unexpected ways.In fact, one of the best songs on the album, "The Frontier Index," is composed entirely of disconnected couplets ranging from bad jokes to bumper sticker slogans.The song ends, however, with Berman's earnest pronouncement that that he just wants to say something true.Whether he feels he succeeded is something that only he knows (probably not, since he attempted suicide by crack a few years later), but The Natural Bridge is moving and mysterious enough to at least convincingly feel like he did.
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The pairing of Will Oldham and Emmett Kelly is not a new one. Kelly, as well as releasing music under the pseudonym The Cairo Gang, has been an active member of Oldham’s creative stable for a few years both on record and in his live band. Here, Kelly moves from his more background role into the spotlight as he provides the bulk of the music for this album much like Matt Sweeney’s contribution to Superwolf. Like that album, The Wonder Show of the World sits awkwardly next to Oldham’s other works; both belonging and standing apart at the same time.
Musically, this album unexpectedly sounds like a mix of the gentle guitar of The Cairo Gang’s Twyxt Wyrd LP and Oldham’s recent studio output. The instrumentation is mostly restricted to guitar, bass and percussion which allow for Oldham and Kelly’s vocal harmonies to have the space they need. "Teach Me to Bear You" revolves around an alluring electric guitar refrain; Oldham’s main vocal shadowed by Kelly’s ghostly voice which reverberates from some haunted room out back. To cap it off, a guitar solo that sounds like something Neil Young would throw into a CSNY song plays the piece out wonderfully.
There is a Latin-influenced streak running through The Wonder Show of the World, particularly the percussion and guitar flourishes on "The Sounds Are Always Begging" and "That’s What Our Love Is." Both songs again explore that '70s CSNY-style rock vibe alluded to earlier, although without the artistically crippling effect of large amounts of cocaine destroying the songs. Plus I cannot imagine a band like CSNY or The Eagles coming up with a (lyrical) line like "the smell of your box on my moustache." Even other modern bands that are exploring similar territory like Fleet Foxes or Bon Ivor lack that edge that Oldham brings to his lyrics.
The limited edition of the album also includes a 7" single with two songs not on the main album. Both songs fit with the mood of the main album and it is a pity that they were not included as part of The Wonder Show of the World (in fact, I would prefer them to a couple of the songs that did make it on to the main album). "Midday" recalls some of the lighter moods explored on Ease on Down the Road or Master and Everyone, a charming song centred on the joy of lovemaking throughout the daylight hours. The flip side of the single, both literally and figuratively, swaps the ecstasy for defeat. "You Win" is one of those classic Oldham songs, beautiful finger-picked guitar carrying the sombre vocals: "O darling I’ll yield and sing softly: you win."
Oldham tends to dominate anything he appears on, not ever sounding like it is an ego problem but more that his strong character shines brighter than all but the most luminescent talents. There are a number of songs here that could have been on Beware but the best ones are those where Kelly’s influence comes through strongest. These are the ones I will keep coming back to The Wonder Show of the World for, both artists equally radiant in their own creativity.
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The world of "electronica" arguably moves quicker than any other genre of modern music. Subgenres like trip-hop, drum n bass, grime, dubstep, IDM, are just as quickly dismissed as they are embraced. When an album like this comes along (which avoids all subgenre pigeonholing) it can easily be passed over by critical purists, but, in the long run, this characteristic can make it have an exponentially longer shelf life. Fourteen months after its release I am still—actually even more—addicted to it. This is one of my favorite albums of 2009 and possibly one of my favorite electronic albums of the last decade.
Immolate Yourself bears a very strange title given the turn of events around its release. One way to define "to immolate" is "to sacrifice," and one week before the album's street date, Charlie Cooper, 1/2 of the group, took his own life. I wouldn't go as far as to say we were friends but I had met him and Josh a few times, interviewed them once for The Eye, and had some occasional emails with them from time to time. Charlie was indeed a sweetheart and will sorely be missed.
While the duo's work relies heavily on machinery and technology, this album aches with humanity. Following some of the blueprints laid by Kraftwerk, the almost clinical quantization of beats and sequenced melodies is equally as important as the lush soundscapes, anthemic motifs, and subtle—yet never downplayed nor discounted—singing. When an electronic outfit debuts with an instrumental sound and progresses into a project with vocals, there's a tendency to ruin records by making them too voice heavy, with mediocre vocal performances front and center (see UNKLE and Dntel). Thankfully, the vocals on Immolate Yourself only appear on songs where they belong, are never overbearing, nor do they provide an excuse for lackluster instrumentation on the songs they do appear. There's almost a scent of the more experimental pop stage of OMD in the air: recall the 1981 hit single "Joan of Arc" - a pop tune absent of a vocal refrain, using a melody line in its place.
I admire that the duo has spent a noticeably long time on the quality of this record rather than flood the market with quantity. It's fairly clear that lots of time was dedicated to both the composition and recording of the album. Their songwriting on this album is intricate, managing to accomplish both unpredictable originality and catchiness. I often find myself stuck with the opener "The Birds" and the closing title track, the second single, stuck in my head. A song like "Your Mouth" will cause wet dreams for studio heads due to its classy blend of well-treated sounds and instrumentation, including the sound of what could easily be the band physically grabbing an actual reel-to-reel tape of lush strings with their hand, at very carefully planned moments, to make that almost unrepeatable instantaneous sound of cassettes being munched. While this could very well be an effect of some piece of software, to me the point seems clear: while machines are responsible for a lot of the sounds here, man is still in control.
Immolate Yourself is the perfect length at 45 minutes, consisting of only 10 songs and zero filler: from start to finish, there is not a weak moment to be found. The closest the duo approaches is the instrumental "Your Every Idol," which is based on a drum loop that creeps out of phase predominantly in one channel and eventually catches up with itself, morphs into more of a metallic machine sound, and evolves to form the backbone of "You Are the Worst Thing In the World," the first single release from the album, and a song delicious enough to make any Camouflage fan very, very happy.
The departure of any member of a group will undoubtedly change the sound, but the sound of Telefon Tel Aviv has changed over the course of their output over the last decade, and would have evolved again. This is such a complex record that it's exceptionally sad Charlie left us before he could see the impact his devotion to this recording had upon its release and may continue to have over the years. This is one hell of a record and to be able to listen to it and grow more fond of it long after its release is a testament to its excellence.
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Lisa Germano’s first proper album for 4AD is a rare thing: a transitional album that stands as a career highlight. Somewhere midway between the jangling folk-rock of Happiness and the woozy, melancholy piano ballads of her more current work lies this uncomfortably autobiographical and disturbing examination of disillusionment and the dark side of sexuality. While she certainly continued to write great songs after this album, she would never again be edgy, sharp-focused, or harrowing (or experimental). Of course, that is no surprise, as this sort of wrenching catharsis can only come from a dark psychological place that no one could possibly want to regularly inhabit.
 
I bought this on a whim at a used record store in 1994, blissfully unaware that it would be the apogee of both Germano’s career aspirations and my brief dalliance with an "if it’s on 4AD, it must be good" policy towards album-buying.Picked up by 4AD after a very short-lived and disillusioning stint on Capitol (complete with a very embarrassing music video), Lisa seemed to have found the perfect home with Ivo Watts-Russell.In fact, he was so taken with her that he even remixed and transformed her major label album (Happiness) into something darker and more compelling.More importantly, Germano’s sound (perfected here) was simultaneously the archetypal 4AD sound and a dark twist on it: Geek the Girl is what happens when the doe-eyed romanticism and shimmer of bands like Cocteau Twins and This Mortal Coil smacks headlong into the ugly realities of love’s bad side.Appropriately, the album drew a lot of well-deserved critical acclaim upon its release.
The liner notes explain that Geek the Girl is the story of "a girl who is confused about how to be sexual and cool in the world but finds out she isn’t cool and gets constantly taken advantage of" yet "…still tries to believe in something beautiful."That tug-of-war between hopefulness and painfully dwelling on past humiliations is what keeps the album both emotionally affecting and listenable.Things get pretty dark at times, like the very unsettling "…A Psychopath" (which features shrieking from a real 911 call), but there are many more times where Lisa unexpectedly launches into absolutely gorgeous melodies (like the chorus of the otherwise bilious "Of Love and Colors").The transition from such bitterness to tender warmth is both heavenly and heartbreaking, as Lisa seems defiantly unwilling to let the darkness drag her to the bottom but not quite wary enough to avoid future disasters.
Notably, Geek the Girl is a great album rather than a collection of great songs.In fact, there are only a few stand-alone gems, like the aforementioned "Of Love and Colors," "Trouble," and "Cry Wolf" (though lyrics like "she’ll change her mind in that back seat or that dirty room, they’ll say she got just what she wanted" make for some very uneasy listening).Nevertheless, the album is so creative, lush, varied, and brilliantly sequenced that it holds together beautifully as an immersive whole.Also, even the less-than-great songs tend to contain at least one truly inspired idea.Lisa and collaborator Malcolm Burn employ a wide sonic palette and display a surprising amount of playfulness throughout the album.Despite Germano's high profile background as John Mellencamp's violinist, she and Burn are quite sparing with strings here (though they are used to great effect when they do appear, such as in the sneeringly caustic "Cancer of Everything").Instead, the duo step out of Lisa's comfort zone to depend on a mixture of guitars, accordions, pianos, harps, dulcimers, and a wide array of studio effects.Geek the Girl seldom uses instrumentation in conventional rock ways, as there are a number of odd instrumental passages scattered about (like the faux-Middle Eastern surf interlude that begins the album) and sounds are often tweaked to shiver, glisten, or reverberate in striking ways.
While there are certainly a few awkward missteps into preciousness, such as the chorus of "oh oh, I’m not too cool" in the title track, this otherwise solid album is probably Germano’s creative zenith.There are a number of great ideas here (like the sultry, deadpan verses of that same song or the odd ethnic flourishes strewn all over the album) that were well-worth exploring further, but that never happened.Frustratingly, Germano responded to Ivo-Watts urge not to repeat herself by following Geek with the uneven and sometimes awful rock of Excerpts From A Love Circus.Also, while her post-Circus songwriting continued to get better and better, all of Germano’s later albums fall within much narrower stylistic confines (and her career would be dogged by frequent label changes, poor album sales, personal problems, and lengthy hiatuses).I still love her intimate, husky voice and sad, vulnerable songs, but I can’t help but miss the days when the accompanying music was still unpredictable.
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Purported to be Ireland’s first noise 12" (send any refutations on a postcard to anyone but me), this EP is at least going to be one of the best even if it is not the only one. The duo of Gavin Prior and Andrew Fogarty conjure up four stellar pieces, each one covering a different aspect of noise as an expansive genre without resorting to just pushing up all the dials and leaving the microphones recording.
 
Although I am not sure which side is A or B (even the matrix codes give no clue), the four pieces that make up The Night Vision all sound superb. (What I think is) "Salt Mists" begins quietly, some discordant sounds like something broken being bowed eventually building up into a harsher mass of sound. Spooky, whistle-like loops emerge in the background before the piece dips into a lower register which gives the impression of a hellish ferry into hell sounding its infernal foghorn.
Assuming the other side is the B side, "Taking Hold" is based around a beautiful organ while rusty detritus scraps and squeaks all over it. Then on "Burned Clean," Fogarty (one half of Toymonger) brings some of his textural experience from one of his other musical ventures, Boys of Summer, to help create a dense cloud of fuggy noise. This fantastic piece provides an exhilarating finish to a top notch EP.
 
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3. The Longer You Wait (M. Haggard)
D. Charles Speer & the Helix came together through the common hearing of a certain inflection. Born from the heart and mind of David Charles Shuford, strains of glassine cruelty, broken glasses and ruptured knees mixed with memories of Chet Atkins lullabies and ZZ Top vids to generate a songcraft steeped in tradition but themed for the burned. An early century compulsion to stalk the David Freeman mail order record lists led to a group of home recordings in which D. Charles Speer emerged. A tribute to the ever loving and giving Louise Speer, here the shadows of history are both enjoyed for their shade and cursed for their reach. A band coalesced to perform the songs live, first manned by Robert Gregory on drums and then populated by more old friends. Setting stages alight since 2006, D. Charles Speer & the Helix are a force to be reckoned with where ever the nightlife reigns supreme. All having followed a coursing path chasing quicksilver forms, each member of the Helix feels the weight of the sky well. Years of soaking in the spirit of improvisation have come to rest in a deep grooved vessel bourne by 12 legs. A kind of reflecting chamber wherein the sonic heritage of Georgia, California, Texas, Louisiana, Tennessee and Piraeus are blended into a fine barrel for the discerning boozer. Two albums were tracked at Jason Meagher's nascent Black Dirt Studios: After Hours and the most recent LP Distillation, released on Three Lobed Recordings in November 2009. Since this alchemical roots operation occurs in New York, the listener realizes quickly the band's edge remains sharp: the resonating geographic ghosts feel far from distant - instead their presence is made palpable. San Francisco and Bakersfield are collocated and felt close. One can imagine a scene wherein Moby Grape gets smashed against the windshield, but the Wipers make sure that Gary Stewart can find his way to San-Hozay; of course this is a musical sequence that should be seen to be experienced fully. The Speer gang feel right at home on the road and love to get heels kicking in clubs, house parties, bars, basements and VFW halls across the land
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This Chapel Hill five piece is at least superficially crafting big, noisy rock songs, with more than a passing nod to classic grunge, but with an approach that is closer in spirit to the free jazz configurations of Ornette Coleman than any traditional metal group. With hard panned dual drums, and bass and guitar segregated to left and right channels, respectively, the result is a highly structured racket that runs the gamut of rapid fire hardcore to slow, lugubrious sludge.
 
In many ways this is a "supergroup" of the Chapel Hill avant rock scene, with the band’s five members being involved in a multitude of other projects (Horseback, The Hem of His Garment, Mount Moriah, and a ton of others), but the guys gel together as a single unit here.The opener "You Want to Live, But We Will Die Free" initially starts with noisy guitar and bass drone, as drummers Jenks Miller (right channel) and Dave Cantwell (left channel) duel it out before all comes together in a surge of noise and drum freakouts, the intensity ebbing and flowing for the first third of the piece.Afterward, it launches into an adrenaline soaked propulsive take on krautrock, with gasped vocals bringing a bit of hardcore punk to the proceedings.The track eventually slows down and frays apart into pulses of noise and big, pummeling drums.
The "short" track (the only one less than ten minutes long), "For the Glory of Man" begins tentatively with amp hum and a bit of rhythmic interplay before quickly getting up to speed, a mostly straight-forward bit of bass driven, grunge tinted rock.Unsurprisingly a dense stormcloud of sound, it lurches towards the rapid pace of hardcore in its closing moments."And Remember the Good Times" is far less content to maintain a consistent style throughout its 15-plus minute duration:initially opening with a hard rock sound and vocals that wouldn’t be out of place coming from a dive bar somewhere, the track soon goes into a bit of funk, dissonant noise, and heavy metal pounding before finally settling in as painfully slow sludge rock that gets more and more drawn out as the track goes on.
The rhythmic conflict that opens "Workin' for Nothin'" initially encroaches on "numetal" territory without ever becoming as awful as that genre is before settling in on a more psychedelic rock sound.Between that and the mantra-like vocals, it starts to take on the spacey repetition of stuff from the Freek label from the 1990s, which eventually opens up and allows guitar squeal and noisier bits to take the lead.Closer "Using Not the Tools of our Trade" is propelled by monolithic bass leads, while the guitar is abused for textural purposes, all the while dual mechanized drumming pounds away.Eventually the noise and distortion is stripped away, going to a cyclic structure that’s rather conventional before being stretched out again to heavy and painfully slow noise that, in its dying moments, slams into grindcore blast beats and jazzy bass, ending the disc with an adrenaline rush.
Unabashedly happy to "rock", In the Year of the Pig does so with a more diverse approach than most, mixing the fluid structures of free jazz with hardcore, rock, and metal flourishes in a unique way, never feeling disparate or an exercise in forced genre hopping.Instead, it is complex, but simultaneously raw, coating the complexity of jazz in the raw power and sweat of pounding rock, to wonderful ends.
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