We have finally cleared out the backlog of great music and present some new episodes.
Episode 711 features music from The Jesus and Mary Chain, Zola Jesus, Duster, Sangre Nueva, Dialect, The Bug, Cleared, Mount Eerie, Mulatu Astatke & Hoodna Orchestra, Hayden Pedigo, Bistro Boy, and Ibukun Sunday.
Episode 712 has tunes by Mazza Vision, Waveskania, Black Pus, Sam Gendel, Benny Bock, and Hans Kjorstad, Katharina Grosse, Carina Khorkhordina, Tintin Patrone, Billy Roisz, and Stefan Schneider, His Name Is Alive, artificial memory trace, mclusky, Justin Walter, mastroKristo, Başak Günak, and William Basinski.
Episode 713 brings you sounds from Mouse On Mars, Leavs, Lawrence English, Mo Dotti, Wendy Eisenberg, Envy, Ben Lukas Boysen, Cindytalk, Mercury Rev, White Poppy, Anadol & Marie Klock, and Galaxie 500.
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This is simultaneously a highly unusual and an extremely representative addition to William Basinski’s impressive discography: on one hand, it is yet another composition characteristically built upon a single brief and decaying tape loop, but it is also a comparatively unadulterated and "raw" prelude to the forthcoming Deluge album.  Both albums are built from the same tape snippet, but Deluge feeds its simple piano motif through a series of varying feedback loops.  On Cascade, that motif is simply allowed to endlessly repeat into rippling, hypnotic perfection without intervention.
The artistry of William Basinski is certainly a curious thing, as he has achieved an enormous amount of mileage out of very little actual musical content.  Cascade is a prime example of that enigmatic alchemy, as it is a 40-minute album made from roughly a 10-second snippet of delicately melancholy piano.  And, of course, it is highly likely that the snippet in question was actually recorded more than 30 years ago.  It took me a very long time to warm to that aesthetic–I loved the first Disintegration Loops album, but the flood of similar albums in its wake bordered on the absurd and made me wonder if Basinski was actually some kind of charlatan/troll genius who found a way to make a viable career out of endlessly regurgitating forgotten studio scraps.  Over the last few years, however, I have gradually come to embrace Basinski as some kind of Zen genius/purist visionary.  He is definitely not an infallible one, but when he hits the mark, he achieves a kind of perfect, simple beauty that cannot be found elsewhere.
Cascade is an album where Basinski most definitely hits the mark: it never changes or evolves, it just blearily, hauntingly, and endlessly ripples and shimmers and it is wonderful.  Part of that magic is undeniably due to the elegant, bittersweet melody of the loop itself, as there is a definite artistry in isolating a poignant snatch of music that can be compellingly repeated forever (seemingly, anyway).  A greater part of Cascade's success, however, is due to William’s treatment of that loop, as its liquid-y reverb forms an increasingly complex after-image of subtle overtones, harmonies, and gentle oscillations.  I suspect tape decay deserves a lot of credit as well for its murky and hissing enhancement of William's dreamweb.  That might seem a somewhat obvious intersection of simple acts, but the cumulative effect is a deceptively powerful one: Cascade does not feel at all like the work of a human–it feels like some kind of organic, otherworldly, and self-sustaining sonic organism slowly drifting through some imaginary space.  Sadly, I cannot think of a catchy name for such a genre, but whatever it is, Basinski certainly has it locked the hell down quite definitively.  To my ears, Cascade is a flawless distillation of everything that William Basinski excels at.  Consequently, I am very eager to hear what Deluge does with this base material, as it seems destined to either transform a minor masterpiece into a major one or to unwittingly break its fragile spell with too much added artifice.  I am nervously hoping for the former.
NO FANS COMPENDIUM is a deluxe limited edition 7 CD set of Richard Youngs’ recordings for his long-running private NO FANS label. 5 CDs are Richard’s personal selection from his NO FANS releases, all of which were issued in tiny editions (20 – 18) and only available for sale at Richard’s rare shows or at Glasgow’s now defunct Volcanic Tongue shop. In addition, Richard has included two full discs of material previously unavailable in any form - a recording from 1989 pre-dating his earliest widely-known work, and a new recording from late 2014. Unbeatable as a survey of Richard’s career, everything here is of equal quality to his over-the-counter releases. In keeping with his penchant for unpredictable stylistic mashups and reinventions, there are folky laments, achingly beautiful “songs,” tape collage, rude prog noise, minimalist experiments, multi-tracked vocals, etc.
Since the mid-1960s, Jon Gibson has played a key role in the development of American avant-garde music. No other artist has performed in the world premieres of Terry Riley's “In C,” Steve Reich's “Drumming,” and Philip Glass' “Einstein on the Beach,” three major works that changed the course of musical history. While his expertise on woodwind instruments made Gibson a go-to collaborator in Reich's, Glass', and La Monte Young's ensembles, less known are his remarkable contributions as a composer and visual artist.
Visitations, Gibson's first release under his own name, originally appeared on the Chatham Square imprint in 1973. Inspired by the books of Carlos Castaneda, Gibson departs from the structured repetition of his minimalist peers and takes the listener on an aural journey – spanning organic field recordings, ambient flutes and synthesizers, and free-flowing textures. Visitations' two side-long tracks are at once solemn and unsettling, making this an astonishing debut that firmly establishes Gibson as a pioneer in his own right.
This first-time vinyl reissue is recommended for fans of Cluster, Harold Budd and Phill Niblock.
Antigravity is a trio album from legendary trumpeter Jac Berrocal and two fellow travellers in the French avant-garde, David Fenech and Vincent Epplay. A lugubrious mise-en-scène in which ice-cold outlaw jazz meets musique concrète, DIY whimsy and dubwise studio science, all watched over by the lost souls and hungry ghosts of rock ‘n roll.
Born in 1946, Berrocal is the embodiment of saturnine, nicotine-stained Parisian cool, but he is also one of a kind: indeed, “trumpeter” is hardly an adequate epithet for this musician, poet and sometime film actor who came of age in the ‘70s Paris improv scene, where the boundaries between music, art and theatre were porous and begging to be breached. Inspired by bebop, chanson, free jazz, beat poetry, early rock ‘n roll and myriad Eastern influences, and with an iconoclastic, anything-goes approach to instrumentation and technique that would later align him with post-punk sensibilities, Berrocal blazed an eccentric and unstoppable trail across the underground throughout the ‘70s and ‘80s, both solo and as part of the Catalogue group he co-founded.
During this time his uproarious performances routinely wound up jazz and rock audiences alike, but earned the admiration of no small number of wised-up weirdos: Steven Stapleton invited him to perform on two Nurse With Wound albums, and other notable collaborators in his career include Sunny Murray, Lizzy Mercier-Descloux, Lol Coxhill, Yvette Horner and James Chance. In the '90s his protean achievements were celebrated on the Fatal Encounters compilation, but far from slowing down in the autumn of his life, Berrocal has maintained an extraordinary work-rate, keeping studio dates with Pascal Comelade, Telectu and Jaki Liebezeit, among others. In 2014 he released his first solo album proper in 20 years, MDLV.
Now Berrocal has found the perfect foil in David Fenech and Vincent Epplay, two fearlessly inventive improvisers, composers and catalysts who create challenging, acutely modernist yet historically aware settings – wrought out of synthesis, guitars, computer processing, field recordings and unorthodox percussions - for Berrocal’s unmistakeable voice and breathtakingly lyrical horn sound to flourish.
From Two Live Crew's controversial comedy to Ice Cube's gangsta styling and the battle rhymes of a streetcorner cypher, rap has always drawn on deep traditions of African American poetic word-play, In Talking 'Bout Your Mama, author Elijah Wald explores one of the most potent sources of rap: the viciously funny, outrageously inventive insult game known as "the dozens."
So what is the dozens? At its simplest, it's a comic chain of "yo' mama" jokes. At its most complex, it's an intricate form of social interaction that reaches back to African ceremonial rituals. Wald traces the tradition of African American street rhyming and verbal combat that has ruled urban neighborhoods since the early 1900s. Whether considered vernacular poetry, aggressive dueling, a test of street cool, or just a mess of dirty insults, the dozens is a basic building block of African-American culture. A game which could inspire raucous laughter or escalate to violence, it provided a wellspring of rhymes, attitude, and raw humor that has influenced pop musicians from Jelly Roll Morton and Robert Johnson to Tupac Shakur and Jay Z.
Wald goes back to the dozens' roots, looking at mother-insulting and verbal combat from Greenland to the sources of the Niger, and shows its breadth of influence in the seminal writings of Richard Wright, Langston Hughes, and Zora Neale Hurston; the comedy of Richard Pryor and George Carlin; the dark humor of the blues; the hip slang and competitive jamming of jazz; and in its ultimate evolution into the improvisatory battling of rap. From schoolyard games and rural work songs to urban novels and nightclub comedy, and pop hits from ragtime to rap, Wald uses the dozens as a lens to provide new insight into over a century of African American culture.
A groundbreaking work, Talking 'Bout Your Mama is an essential book for anyone interested in African American cultural studies, history and linguistics, and the origins of rap music.
During the 60’s and early 70’s as the war in Vietnam threatened its borders, a new music scene emerged in Cambodia that took Western rock and roll and stood it on its head – creating a sound like no other.
Cambodian musicians crafted this sound from the various rock music styles sweeping, America, England and France, adding the unique melodies and hypnotic rhythms of their traditional music. The beautiful singing of their renowned female vocalists became the final touch that made this mix so enticing.
But as Cambodian society - young creative musicians in particular - embraced western culture and flourished under its influence, the rest of the country was rapidly moving to war. On the left, Prince Sihanouk joined forces with the Khmer Rouge and rallied the rural population to take up arms against the government that deposed him. On the right, the Cambodian military, with American military support, waged a war that involved a massive aerial bombing campaign on the countryside. In the end, after winning the civil war, the Khmer Rouge turned their deadly focus to the culture of Cambodia.
After taking over the country on April 17, 1975, the Khmer Rouge began wiping out all traces of modernity and Western influence. Intellectuals, artists and musicians were specifically and systematically targeted and eliminated. Thus began one of the most brutal genocides in history, killing an estimated two million people – a quarter of the Cambodian population.
DON’T THINK I’VE FORGOTTEN: CAMBODIA’S LOST ROCK AND ROLL tracks the twists and turns of Cambodian music as it morphs into rock and roll, blossoms, and is nearly destroyed along with the rest of the country. This documentary film provides a new perspective on a country usually associated with only war and genocide.
The film is a celebration of the incredible music that came from Cambodia and explores how important it is to Cambodian society both past and present.
The three Norwegian (and one French) artists who make up Platform may play mostly jazz-oriented instruments but the sounds they create are anything but. Clarinet, cello, piano and drums meld together into a wonderfully jerky, unpredictable free improvised noise. As mostly a live act, this album may not fully do the sound of them collaborating justice, but it makes for an exceptionally good attempt.
The sound throughout the ten songs that make up this album varies greatly, from vast space punctuated with strange instrument abuse to dense walls of bizarre instrumentation and improvisation.A piece such as "Brachycera" blends what sounds like percussive cello strings via Katrine Schi√∏tt and what resembles reversed feedback from unknown source.As a whole there is a loose and messy feeling to the piece, but in a fascinating and gripping manner.
"Coleoptera" mimics this feel, with random outbursts from Jonas Cambien's piano and muted sputters courtesy of Xavier Charles' clarinet.There is percussion via Jan Martin Gismervik, but it sounds like anything but drums.Instead it is a random outbursts of rattling and junky, metallic crashes.Sputtering percussive sounds and erratic piano heavily color "Orthoptera", resulting in a spacious work from all four musicians embracing quieter moments, but keeping the levels of entropy high.
Even with all of this intentional dissonance and free form chaos, there are moments where Platform almost sound as if they are playing something more formally composed.Bowed strings and harsh metallic percussion are at the forefront of "Gastropoda", but even with all of this weirdness the four sound as if they are all playing toward the same conclusion, giving an oddly musical sheen.Jazzy piano riffs offset rhythmic noises via percussion and cello, but "Araneae" has the quartet funneling that chaos into something with a loose sense of order and structure.
Essentially Anthropocene is an album of four musicians playing their instruments most often in ways they were never intended to be used.For that reason alone it is not the most accessible album, and that might not even fully capture the nature of the record.However, as a piece of free improvisation in the classic sense, Platform have recorded an album that features just the right amount of head scratching/"how the hell did they make that noise?" weirdness that the best practitioners of the genre manage to create.
Triac formed in 2011 although did not release their first recorded material, In a Room until just last year. The Italian trio featuring former Tu M' member Rossano Polidoro (laptop) Marco Seracini (piano and synthesizers) and Augusto Tatone (bass) create glacial, yet gripping minimalist music in the spirit of Polidoro’s previous project. Both that and their follow-up record Days have a similar, consistent sound, although growth and development can already be heard from one album into the next.
There is a certain classical sensibility to the four pieces that make up In a Room, mostly in the form of lush, repeating motifs.Individual instruments are rarely obvious, rather things blend into a misty miasma of veiled melodies and synth noises.The opening "Part I" is the most airy moment here:gentle space looms, punctuated with some occasional swells of low frequency sound (possibly Tatone's bass guitar?) to pepper the loop-heavy sound.There is a cyclic structure that is very apparent, but never does it feel repetitive and via synth strings and pulses, the last half especially shows marked evolution.
"Part II" begins with the trio hinting at a sound that will appear further on in the album, as well as characterize the subsequent Days more heavily.The opening minutes are more forceful and heavy tone-wise, although the heaviness eventually subsides and becomes a lighter piece of drone.There is a mass of shifting melodies to be heard, but compared to the first piece it is more basic from a compositional standpoint.In general that darker sensibility appears more in earnest on "Part III", immediately from the rumbling dark ambient opening.Compared to what preceded it, there is a bleaker and gloomier feel with the deeper noises and bowed-strings like passages.
The concluding "Part IV" sees the band working with less forceful and oppressive sounds, keeping the low end scaled back.Instead, they focus on playing with slow, heavily filtered melodies scattered atop a slightly dissonant bed of fuzzy noise.While Polidoro is not a newcomer to this type of work, this first released collaboration with Seracini and Tatone is a fully realized debut.
Even with that, there is a slightly more cohesive feel to Days that is fitting for a sophomore release. The trio alternates a bit more often here between the light, floaty pieces and the more grounded, rumbling bassy ones.Complex and intertwining layers define much of "Day One", which opens with a shimmering Aurora Borealis like brightness and closes with pristine, beautifully pure tones.On "Day Three" the band continues with what most likely are gentle synth bells and glistening drones.Like many of the other pieces the trio manage to create pieces that are heavily focused on repetition, but never become repetitious.
"Day Two", on the other hand, has the trio working slightly bleaker.Complex, yet heavy melodies factor heavily into the piece, but rather than being grounded it has a disconnected, isolated feel to it that feels more like drifting in outer space than amongst the clouds."Day Five" pairs the two styles together, with lighter higher register sounds blending with the deeper rumbling passages to result in a great stylistic mix.
The final two pieces close Days on a predominantly moody note.The low end surge of "Day Six", mixed with the bowed-string like drones result in a piece that is murkier, with an ever so subtle hint of malignance to it.It never reaches that cavernous reverb and clanking dungeon chains vibe of dark ambient, but hints of that are here.Whereas that piece is somewhat menacing, "Day Seven" has the same rumbling to it, but with the gentle gliding melodies Triac infuse, it sounds more sad than sinister.
With two albums released in the past year, it is unsurprising that much of the sound of In a Room and Days sound a bit overlapping.But the strong consistency is balanced by a more daring, diverse sound on Days.With a sound consistent with Tu M's output but retaining its own distinct identity, Triac have already produced two exceptional albums of rich and diverse, yet meditative and reflective electronic music.
No one could have predicted another Valet record, not even Honey Owens. A rash of techno EPs with The Miracles Club over the last couple of years and a long silence on the hallucinatory front seemed to signal that she was finished with her freaked-out days as a guitar wrangler and soundscape shaper. Drum machines and synth pianos were her new instruments and the dancefloor was her new home, the most natural venue for her conversion to four-on-the-floor rhythms and house melodies. Then, with almost an electric shock, news of a new Valet album on Kranky. Not all is as it was before, however. After seven years and the birth of a child a lot has changed in Valet’s world, and the music has changed with it in a way that is almost as surprising as the album happening at all.
Before Honey Owens dropped the Valet moniker and leaped into The Miracles Club, she sang and played guitar, percussion, and synthesizer on albums by Nudge and Jackie-O Motherfucker. Which is to say, she manipulated instruments for those groups in one fashion or another. By her own admission, she didn’t know how to play an instrument in 1998, when Tom Greenwood and company asked her to perform on Flat Fixed, but she must have been a quick learner. In 2002 she recorded with Paul Dickow and Brian Foote on Nudge’s Trick Doubt, showing not even the least sign of dilettantism, intentional or otherwise. Five years later, when she recorded Blood Is Clean, she had her rudiments in order and was pulling barbed wire from her guitar with the kind of energy and confidence that only practice can yield, but her sound was still nervy and unpolished. Both that album and Naked Acid radiate a sweaty, basement-sessions type of heat. They are bluesy and humid, records swamped in fuzz and the psychedelic fever of drugs and new age self-discovery.
That heaviness translated well on Nudge’s As Good as Gone, released in 2009, which is appropriate because after that the trippy Valet sound disappeared. A series of 12" EPs as The Miracles Club, her acid house project with Rafael Fauria, followed in 2010, ‘11, and ‘12. One of them, A New Love, was released on Mexican Summer. XLR8R then asked them to host a podcast and eventually they produced a dance video so goofy and uninhibited, it could have only come out of Portland, Oregon. Then Owens and Fauria had a kid together and suddenly Valet was on the table again.
Nature sees Honey Owens back behind her guitar, but it doesn’t see her all the way back to the tenderfoot rawness of her first two albums. Rafael Fauria is with the band this time and Mark Evan Burden returns from Naked Acid to play the drums, bass, and keyboard with them. The addition of a new member alone makes a tremendous difference. It transforms Valet from a solo project with guests into a band, and Honey’s writing emphasizes that arrangement. While the songs are still psychedelic, many of their obstreperous edges have been filed down and filigreed with verses, choruses, and hummable melodies. "Sunday" and "Nature," which open the album, are sprightly and feather-light, framed in the glint of strummed guitars and weightless, wordless vocals. They sound like the work of a completely different group and are so far removed from Valet’s previous albums that it takes "Signs" to confirm the authorship. That song is built up from relatively clean layers of percussion, synthesizer, and phased guitars, and it includes a synth lead capable of impressing itself into even the least impressionable of ears, but it induces that same hazy, out-of-focus feel found on older songs like "Sade 4 Bri" and "Drum Movie." In a way, "Signs" links Nature to Honey’s past just so that it can cut the cord. The shift from a darker, murkier sound to a more relaxed, more lighthearted one is what defines the album. It just wouldn’t make as much sense without some kind of nod to what came before.
"Lion" and "Transformation" pick up the blithesome thread, as do the two (mostly) instrumental pieces that fall in-between, and "Child" wraps it up with a guitar and bass duet that repurposes the Valet blues as a relaxed, half-improvised lullaby. It’s as if Honey Owens freed herself from something heavy and simultaneously found her stride as a songwriter. Blood Is Clean and Naked Acid hinted that this was possible, The Miracles Club material confirmed it, and, if you will excuse the pun, Nature is where that talent has found its most natural expression to date. Honey Owens sounds great with a keyboard and a drum machine by her side, but with a guitar in hand, and with something like a full band behind her, she sounds better than she ever has.
COLDER announces new single, Turn Your Back, after a ten year respite. Out May 25th on Not Available / Bataille
Colder has just completed his third, very long-awaited album and it’s abundantly clear from the opening strains that the lengthy absence since 2002 debut on Trevor Jackson’s seminal OUTPUT Recordings, Again, and 2005 successor, Heat, hasn’t diminished Marc Nguyen Tan’s keen sense of mood and melody. In fact, if anything the ten-year respite has given Tan a renewed sense of purpose and direction that reveals itself with a subtle beauty that resonates and endures. Colder’s music is cool. It is seductive yet unobtainable, intimate yet peculiarly disorienting. It resonates like Joy Division or LCD Soundsystem yet occupies its own space, taking the listener out of their comfort zone and into a world of unsettling feelings and sensations, each more tantalising than its predecessor. This is a mature work made by an artist of rare purity and insight, a man who makes music for the right reasons, or not at all.
RELEASES _25.05.2015 worldwide: Turn Your Back (single) , including the b-side A City.
_08.06.2015 worldwide: Turn Your Back Remixes (EP) including versions by Cómeme’s member Christian S, swiss party duo In Flagranti, The Rapture’s drummer and multi-instrumentalist side project Vito and Druzzi, iconic catalan dj and producer Marc Piñol and Kompakt’s Amsterdam based signature Patrice Bäumel.
PREVIOUS PRESS QUOTES "Exquisite - Colder sounds like a sparser, funkier Joy Division or a Digital Doors" NME “With Colder there’s no notion of compromise” Time Out New York "Suicide-ish vocal meanderings and Krautrock-via-Joy Division hypnosis” CMJ “Colder's sound is at the height of chic, the perfect late-night complement to an evening of jealous lovers” Pitchfork “Very fashionable, very necessary” METRO
Digitally generated sound has been a staple of Scott Morgan's career as Loscil since his first release. With the project named for one of the basic operators in the popular Max/MSP software package, it is unsurprising that much of Sea Island is the result of DSP programming. However, the sound Morgan creates has a far richer, more organic quality than many who work with similar strategies and methods, and this album is one that is gripping in its natural sounding warmth.
The moments of Sea Island that I found the most captivating were the ones where Morgan makes some concessions to standard rhythms and melody.On "Iona" he constructs mostly a thick expanse of fuzz and drone, with the occasional inclusion of a sequenced melody that makes it one of the most memorable on here.He creates a more song-like, captivating ambience on "Sturgeon Bank" by blending what almost sounds like a programmed drum pattern with a plinking passage of piano.
"In Threes" has Scott generating a thick, gauzy fog around an insistent synth throb, again working with a sense of rhythm that makes it stand out strongly.He expands upon these more conventional qualities via shards of melody and twinkling electronics.Echoing melodies delicately permeate the understated "Bleeding Ink," which becomes all the richer as what resembles processed strings and other heavily treated and mangled electronic tones are introduced.
On some of these pieces, Morgan throws out the more traditional music elements entirely and instead embraces the purity of processed sound.There is a slow repetition throughout "Catalina 1943," in which layer after layer of electronic sound is placed together to result in a rich and heavy drone.The concluding piece, "Angle of List," ends the album in a gigantic expanse of drone and tone.Nothing explicitly melodic or rhythmic is overtly noticeable, but it still results in an achingly beautiful piece of music.
Even though much of Loscil's music is generated by a computer, Scott Morgan's own technical skill and compositional ability results in a record with an undeniably organic warmth.Parts of his music are underscored by concessions to rhythm and melody, and these are the pieces I found myself coming back to.However, even those in which form is eschewed in favor of tone and texture, his beautiful and delicate touch is undeniable.