There are a number of reasons I love vinyl and strongly advocate vinyl usage: it actually -does- sound better for louder recordings with the whole signal-to-noise ratio thing; it comes with pretty big pictures if you're lucky; DJs (and those who think they are) can match beats, scrach and mix; and idiot roommates/junkie friends/random thieves rarely steal it as it's too big and heavy and used stores hate to sell used vinyl. However, let me go on record as saying that for quieter, more meditative recordings, I would prefer the usage of vinyl be very limited (if not eliminated). Every time a record is pulled out of its protective sleeve, thousands of microscopic particles collect—this is inevitable. With the more quiet recordings, the buildup of particles in the grooves is audibly evident. Mirror recordings are all lengthy soundscapes, gently combining musical and non-musical sound sources over long periods of time, with startlingly hypnotic effects. The difference in hearing a vinyl recording of the very first Mirror album released on record and the CD which was issued last week is absolutely amazing.
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Without the assistance of over-the-top production, Chan Marshall has managed to craft one of the best albums I've heard this year. Her fifth album (sixth counting The Covers Record) is an amazing adventure through the sounds of loneliness, resignation, memory, and empowerment.
By now, the house lights have come up, the violinist has left with somegirl, the drummer is loading up his truck, and a lone guitaristcontinues on. If Dirty Three is appropriate for the late, late night,Mick Turner's music is most definitely appropriate for after, afterhours. Like other Mick Turner albums, Mothis a collection of numerous short but pretty pieces. This time around,there's 19 untitled parts. While it lacks the more solid songstructures with Tren Brothers and Bonnelvill releases, the expectantbeauty and variety has remained. Turner's instrument is simply theguitar and rarely something more. With the use a looping pedal, layersare added, removed, played with and reversed to make beautiful guitarcollages. Mike Krassner (Boxhead Ensemble, Edith Frost, Pinetop Seven),who co-produced the album joins up on piano by "Part 5," and appears onpiano for a number of parts thereafter, until, by "Part 18," (I thinkit's mis-labelled on the sleeve) they're joined on organ by RyanHembrey (also of the Boxhead Ensemble, Edith Frost, and Pinetop Seven).While the songs are delicate and gorgeous, I would probably recommendthis album only for existing fans, as other fantastic introductions toMick Turner's work would include music as Bonnelvill with Jessica Bileyon violin and piano or being fortunate enough to catch him live wherehe blissfully lets the songs drift for great lengths. 
It's late and the bartender has announced last call. Tonight wasfantastic, as a number of singers graced the stage to stand in thespotlight, whether it was an ex junkie, a rich hick with a spookybeard, an overemotional freaky chick, or a cute male/female duo whoharmonize beautifully well. The parade of stars has come and gone. Thecrowd has been reduced to the small number of staff and a couple otherswho similarly are just trying to let the world stop spinning. On stage,the trio that sat in the back are still playing quietly. A triangularsymmetry is met by the lonely violinist, shuffling drummer andreflective guitarist. Only now does it make sense that while thesefolks can back up a variety of egos, their knowledge of, attraction to,and attention in which they pay each other is truly remarkable. WarrenEllis, Mick Turner, and Jim White have been playing as Dirty Three foryears, and with each album, it seems their bond grows stronger. Whetherit's with the driving force of "She Has No Strings," the quiet pianoand malleted-drums of "Long Way to Go with No Punch," or the pluckedviolins on "No Stranger Than That," they demonstrate that like anygreat ensemble, there is never one member who is more or less importantthan the other. Sure, they take turns leading the group here and there,like the unexpected fuzz guitar on "Rude (and then some slightreturn)," the mad drum solo on "No Sister Let Them Try and Follow," andthe multiple-layered violins on "She Lifted the Net." Dirty Three areone of the most reliably consistent bands and I have never been letdown by any of their records. Furthermore, it's always an extra specialtreat to see any of them live together, alone, or with others, and I'mhappy that it seems like they're always on the road in some band oranother.
Vivo is a primarily electronic label based in Poland with six releases to date, including the recommended Black Faction remix album 'Reworked.' With this compilation, they present 49 minutes worth of "narrative sonic stories," ("nowele" is Polish for "short stories") by little known but impressive artists from the US, Poland and Japan. "Uruk," by Maciek Szymczuk sets a rhythmic foundation of pops and gelatinous warbles as a lucid two note ping makes for melody.
It's simply amazing what a band can accomplish when they trulycollaborate. The Delgados had released three proper albums, includingthe brilliant The Great Eastern,when they were asked to contribute the soundtrack to a film ofpaintings. The film, by an artist named Joe Coleman, was violent,brutal even. As the first time the band had written music togetherwithout the benefit of Alun Woodward or Emma Pollock's lyrics, it, too,was a brutal experience. It was rewarding, however, as it showed theband how beautiful their music could be without words. It's surprisingthat the people who signed Mogwai wouldn't have tried this before now,but they were then set to make some of the most beautiful music oftheir lives. It's not that instrumental was where they needed to go,but the music had to come first this time, and so it does on Hate, easily their best work yet by miles. By the band's own admission, where Easternwas a great record, it was brought about because producer Dave Fridmannwas able to bring commonalities together in the mixing process. Themusic was actually frighteningly disparate, because different memberswrote different pieces. Fridmann is with them again on Hate,but this time he had less to do, as the band had a unified vision tostart. It's a gorgeous vision, too, as the band makes the most movingmusic they've ever mustered. From "The Light Before We Land," Pollockis in rare form lyrically and vocally, as the music swells and buildsaround her, almost engulfing her. Woodward then updates the Beatles on"All You Need is Hate," a casual admission of the strong emotion we allhave and need to examine more. In order to find the positivity, absorbthe negativity, and you will find what you lack. Not a new statement,but a great way to say it, as the band sounds like they're enjoying anew playful and experimental side. All over the disc, The Delgados playwith effects and glitches, echoes and strings, faded vocal trails andodd sounds that twist your ears a bit. Where they truly succeed is whenthey slow it down and break it down. "Coming in From the Cold," and"Child Killers" are the album's middle, its core, and its two besttracks. After that, it's classic Delgados, just better and morecoherent. "Favours," and "Never Look at the Sun" have that energy seenon Eastern matched with the complete meld of their new sound,and it works on so many levels. Even Woodward's singing has improved,as he gets more comfortable in his delivery. The US release alsocontains two bonus tracks recorded at the same time but not on the UKrelease. It's their best, that much is true, but something tells meit's just gonna get better.
This is a soundtrack to a movie that doesn't exist. It's a movie filledwith adventure, romance, and regret as swashbuckling privateers sailthe seven seas, coming to port just long enough to break a few heartsand make a few mistakes. The sailor's life is at once glorified, as in"Jean Lafitte," a rollicking sing-a-long sea shanty wherein the titlecharacter spins yarns about his eventful life as a sailor, and alsolamented. "Go Home," asks "Where do you go when it's closing in onsupper time," already knowing the answer when it responds "Wrap yourthings inside your rag and go." The sea serves as both an escape and aprison, as the sailor of "Streets of Marseilles," running from apainful heartbreak, finds himself shanghaied and regretting the actionsthat led to the sea, and his fate. Puerto Muerto captures the essenceof these tales with spare instrumentation, heavy drums and a staccatostrummed acoustic guitar that add a depth and darkness to the sound.Husband and wife Tim Kelley and Christa Meyer share vocal duties,bringing to their respective songs their own nuances that make themspecial. These are folk ballads, meant to be shared and spread as faras they can go, through every port you pass through. The joyous energyand sorrowful emotion of these songs are absolutely entrancing, seizingon childhood fantasies of adventure while touching on the sad realitiesof a wanderer's life. Your Bloated Corpse... will have you piecing the scenes to that nonexistent movie together in your imagination.
I've always liked Pigface and, often, loved them because of the thingsthat set them apart from the legions of look-a-like and sound-a-likeindustrial-rock clones: a forever fluid membership (including manyfemales), variety, groove and an actual sense of humor.Drummer/producer Martin Atkins is rightfully proud of his 12-year-oldbaby—an unruly child with multiple personality disorder—and this timearound there's over 40 others, old and new, helping him feed, diaperand discipline it. All of the 13 tracks are restrained to the three- tofour-minute range (only one exceeds five minutes) and I can't help butnotice that most of the ones I dislike are the ones in which Atkins hasno writing credit. Even though there aren't really rules as to what isand what isn't "Pigface", about half of this album is run-of-the-millor out of place and just doesn't feel like Pigface to me.
