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cover image Tietchens, one of my favorite sound artists, approaches this new album from a different tact than his others. Rather than composing with new sounds, he instead chose to recycle existing material and recordings through various processing techniques, some receiving up to ten reinventions before completion, resulting in one of his most sparse, yet diverse works.

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Many of the pieces appear in various mutated forms, sometimes feeling linked to one another, other times appearing as stand-alone works.For example, "L2RB" and "L2RD" work together almost as a single composition, but while the former opens with sparse and quiet sounds and digital processing, the latter takes the erratic digital noises and converts them to organic, piano like synth pulses.The dichotomy works perfectly, balancing the digital alienation of the first with the inviting, relaxing sounds of the second.

"L2RC," which uses some of the same tonal elements as the other two similarly titled tracks, but frames those elements in an entirely different way.Both "p1" and "p1B" are also linked conceptually, with an emphasis on distant, subtle waves of static.On "p1B," however, Tietchens adds erratic swells of violent feedback that are startling enough to make focusing on the quiet details difficult.

"Nox 3" focuses less on quiet, far-off noises and instead opts for a series of electronic blips and stutters, giving a more collage-sense and also feeling in-line with some of Tietchens work of the early 1980s."Nox 1" is more deliberate, emphasizing clinking sounds and shrill, glassy, but melodic passages of sound.

Closer "p2A" pans busy, processed elements from left to right, busy and chaotic but never lacking form or structure.There is a rhythmic click quite low in the mix that almost sounds like cymbals from a drum machine that are filtered and processed into near oblivion, but that may be entirely a figment of my imagination.

One of the side-effects of this meticulous processing and sonic recycling is that, with abstractions of abstractions, the result is a series of sounds that is so far removed from convention that they seeming become a different beast entirely.In the hands of such an expert craftsman such as Asmus Tietchens, the formless sounds are given shape and structure.Even though they are relatively sparse, these compositions reveal new details with each listen.

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11 September 2010

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cover image It is easy (and not unreasonable) to critique Mark McGuire's voluminous solo output as excessive and somewhat redundant‚Äìno one needs every single album he releases. ¬†However, it is worth noting that he¬†has maintained a remarkably high (and still seemingly increasing) level of quality for an artist with over three dozens releases to his name and his "major" releases (like this one) tend to be especially good. ¬†Get Lost explores a lot of ground that McGuire has already covered many times before, but he is still covering it beautifully and even exhibits some welcome signs of evolution.

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It recently occurred to me that the single most impressive thing about Mark McGuire's music is how gloriously and improbably anachronistic it is. ¬†While he has certainly carved out a very unique style that sets him far apart from every other guitarist in the underground milieu, his larger accomplishment is the fact that he sounds like he is recording in a fictitious, sun-dappled Van Halen-imagined '80s while still seeming informed of all post-grunge developments in music. ¬†For example, several songs here ("Get Lost," in particular) evoke vague and idyllic concepts like "childhood" and "California." ¬†Also noteworthy is the fact that Mark has no reservations about sounding upbeat and anthemic (not at all the norm in current psych/experimental circles) and championing unhip metal/prog tropes like harmonized guitar solos without the slightest trace of winking irony. ¬†Given that he is from the Midwest and is too young to remember the '80s, his guileless channeling of innocence, blue skies, and beaches is both unsettling (in a "Faustian pact" way) and hugely refreshing.

Mark evokes some other moods on Get Lost too though. ¬†The most unexpected curveball is his addition of somnambulant, chant-like vocals to the bitter-sweetly jangling "Alma" and its electronically gurgling reprise. ¬†It isn't nearly as major a development as it could have been, as it is more of a textural move than a songwriting sea change, but it is odd to hear a human voice on a Mark McGuire record (especially a seemingly world-weary one).

McGuire also gives electronics an increased role, most conspicuously on the album's epic 20-minute centerpiece, "Firefly Constellations," which is largely built upon a bed of burbling and queasily glistening analog synth (or something that sounds a hell of a lot like it). ¬†In fact, "Firefly" differs dramatically from the rest of the album in an arguably bad way: ¬†most of it sounds far more like a forgettable Kosmiche artifact from the '70s than something distinctly McGuire-esque. ¬†Also, it seems a bit annoying, static, and overlong...until it morphs into a rather sublime outro around the 13-minute mark. ¬†I am still on the fence about whether the pay-off needs or justifies such a¬†sluggish build-up, but it is impressive enough to elevate the song from "bad idea" to "somewhat successful experiment that may continue to grow on me."

Successful or otherwise, it is definitely heartening to hear McGuire publicly wrestling with new ways to expend his aesthetic, as those quirks and detours make Get Lost stand out a bit from the rest of his vast oeuvre and bode well for his continued relevance. ¬†At this point, it is pretty much a foregone conclusion that a new McGuire album will be quite good (as this one is), but a bit more unpredictability sweetens the deal immeasurably.

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10 September 2010

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cover image When Michael Gira closed the door on Swans over ten years ago, the title of this album spelled out clearly that he was done with the concept. Swans have always taken perversity in their stride and the perversity of a (then) final, live album being their masterpiece fits comfortably within my view of their work. It is easy to scoff now and talk about the financial benefits of reunions but it is obvious from every note on this double live album that the sheer energy required to fuel the fires of a group like this could not last forever. Changes of life pushed him away from Swans and now a similar situation has caused him to abandon The Angels of Light in order to pick up the flame that burned at its brightest here.

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Clanging bass chords ring out with the clear precision of the first tentative drops of a tropical storm on a placid sea. As "Feel Happiness" gains momentum, the drops become a torrent and the piece goes from crescendo to crescendo; the climax becoming a plateau of ecstatic sound. When it becomes almost too much, it breaks into a pleasant refrain and Gira‚Äôs voice breaks through the music: "I‚Äôm truly sorry for what I never did/But I forgive you too for your indifference." This was my gateway into Swans almost a decade ago and it shocked me with its graceful balance of lyricism and power. Even now, having amassed the rest of the Swans back catalogue, I would be hard pressed to pick an album ahead of Swans Are Dead (only Public Castration is a Good Idea comes close with the best of their studio albums coming in a pack afterwards).

The rest of the first disc covers the majority of a typical Swans setlist in 1997; new material like the aforementioned "Feel Happiness" rubbing shoulders with "greatest hits" like "I Am the Sun" and "I Crawled." However, Gira was unwilling to recreate the older songs as they were originally performed; the group radically revamped these pieces into entirely new musical statements. Jarboe replaces Gira on vocal duties on "I Crawled," turn the submissive lyrics on their head as she imbues the words with a strong, feminine conviction before unleashing the most startling vocals I have ever heard from a woman with the possible but not absolute exception of Diamanda Gal√°s.

The disc and indeed the original lifespan of Swans finished with a tremendous version of "Blood Promise" from The Great Annihilator. A looped recording of what sounds like The Yale Whiffenpoofs is the entrance way into this massively extended version of the song: "We are all little lambs who have lost our way ‚Äì baa, baa, baa." The almost Disney-like arrangement weighed down with a religious conviction which matches the group‚Äôs own music remarkably well. Like this old song, Swans were wrapping their deep, bleak message in pretty music. "Blood Promise" is a perfect example of this as Gira‚Äôs words have a weight that is lifted easily by the poised melodies and rhythms. The group lock into a repetitive but shifting structure, building into a series of crescendos which I want to last forever (and I‚Äôm not alone, you can hear an audience member shout "Don‚Äôt stop!" near the end).

The second disc (documenting a show from 1995) follows a similarly styled set list as the first but with a heavier emphasis on Soundtracks for the Blind material. Again, older Swans songs are reworked into new forms but it is the material from Soundtracks for the Blind which impresses most here. It would be impossible to recreate an album like that in a live setting, yet I would argue that the selections made from that album work better here than in the studio. "The Sound" has a depth here which it never reaches on Soundtracks for the Blind and all of the musicians sound like they are playing for their lives; in particular Larry Mullins‚Äô skilled mix of drumming and vibraphone is stark and achingly beautiful. After the song‚Äôs climax, Gira‚Äôs roar cuts through the music to paralyze us.

Like "I Crawled" on the first disc, "Your Property" is given a face lift on the second disc. Again, Jarboe takes control of the microphone and shifts the focus of the song away from the brute masculinity of the original. However, it does not work quite as well as "I Crawled" but is a worthy inclusion nonetheless. Jarboe and indeed the entire band come across much stronger on "Yum Yab;" the martial drum beat and reeling guitars bringing out an aggression in Jarboe which gives the song an intensity that was lacking in "Your Property."

As I stated recently, for me Swans have always been about the live albums from the roughly recorded to the higher fidelity concert recordings. Swans were (and hopefully will be) a band who worked best as a live unit. Along with Neil Young and Crazy Horse‚Äôs epic Weld and Fushitsusha‚Äôs various live documents, Swans Are Dead casts a large, imposing shadow on pretty much all other music I have heard. These are albums I go to more than any others and for me Swans Are Dead dwarfs what would otherwise be an impeccable recording career.

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06 September 2010

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As labels large and small continue to mine the dormant backcatalogs of forgotten post punk artists, hoping to cash in on the continuing dance punk fad, it hardly fazes me that Ike Yard, a group name-checked in Simon Reynolds' latest book, would get this type of revisionist treatment.

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If influence, real or perceived, is any indicator of success, financial or otherwise, this millennium has been somewhat good to Ike Yard, or at least founding member Stuart Argabright. Back when electroclash was clumsily mining just about everything wrong with '80s music, DJ Hell's Gigolo imprint dusted off Argabright's underground hit, "The Dominatrix Sleeps Tonight," first released on Arthur Baker's Streetwise label, adding a few additional remixes for the Williamsburg massive. This phenomenon of excessive backwards-referencing by current hip artists continued as the focus shifted toward what we now know as dance punk, "pioneered" for lack of a better word by artists who borrow liberally from the work of groups like Wire, Gang Of Four, P.I.L., and Joy Division. Nothing earns an artist more indie cred than citing a band hardly anybody has ever heard of as an influence. Acute, a sublabel of Carpark Records, has been active in this aforementioned revisionism for a few years now, with releases by Metal Urbain / Metal Boys and the arguably more worthy Glenn Branca under its belt. Proving that Les Temps Modernes does not exclusively own the market for Factory Records reissues, Acute's latest is a collection of Ike Yard's body of work, comprising its sole album, an EP, and a number of unreleased tracks.

Beyond the hype, however, Ike Yard comes off like a second rate Suicide, which in and of itself isn't really much of an insult. The material smacks of the gloom and doom of the act's Factory and Les Discques du Crepscule labelmates, though there's little to latch onto during most of these songs. Opener "Night And Day" could have easily come from the old Warsaw demo tapes. "Loss" starts off strong with a murky arpeggiated line, though its unstructured low-register vocals and half organic / half programmed rhythms don't grab ahold of the listener. The group's use of scrap metal percussion gives it some added credibility, as evidenced on "Motiv" and "Cherish," the latter's overall dissonance producing satisfactory results. The high point of this collection is Ike Yard's perhaps best-known track, the atmospheric "NCR," driven by bassy pulses and inscrutible vocals built around a grainy proto-electro beat. Music geeks may already have some familiarity with this one, having been remixed by the now defunct Funkstörung some years back for their 'Vice Versa' album.

Accompanied by an entirely unnecessary booklet packed with masturbatory essays, archival photos, and flyers, this just does not pass the sniff test. While Ike Yard was a decent band, retroactively giving it undeserved and inflated importance is unfair and dishonest. Naturally, every label has the right to get behind artists it believes in, but at what point is a critical line crossed? When is a reissue the resurrection of underappreciated musical genius and when it is crass opportunism? I don't know for certain, but in the current climate I have good reason to be suspicious.

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06 September 2010

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The Nitzer Ebb-inspired debut from this techno duo demonstrates once again that a collection of singles, actual and potential, does not an album make. Electronic musicians continue to fall into this predictable trap.

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Motor's approach incorporates both electronic body music's past as well as the continuing efforts of hard techno maestros like Speedy J and Surgeon, a formula destined to dominate dancefloors around the globe, as previously released singles such as "Black Powder" and "Sweatbox" have already proven. Just about every one of these 12 cuts played through a bass-heavy sound system amid smoke machines and piercing lights would surely set in motion the otherwise stationary feet of even the most stubborn techno elitist. Yet, it's just not enough to warrant the shift between DJ-friendly vinyl singles to a proper full-length release. While for technologically savvy DJs working with digital media this CD is a gift, as an album it falls short.

Techno artists who use the opportunity of an album release to express a larger creative vision or to experiment naturally run certain risks. Conversely, those who opt not to take any chances almost assuredly produce discs that hardly ever get more than one complete listen, arguably moreso than is the case for rock albums. Klunk falls into the latter category, save for the closer "En Trans," showing that Mr. No and Bryan Black essentially make music for the clubs, something they do very well. Vocal contributions by its members and selected co-collaborators offer an ounce more variety, though the template beneath these compositions remains largely unchanged, as with the warped druggy "Yak." The choppy bassline and perky bleeps on "King Of USA" support what I can only assume are political lyrics, though it's hard to care all that much about message with snare hits this hard and tight. "1 x 1" features EBM icon Douglas McCarthy on gritty guest vocals, reprising the style that defined the far more exciting Fixmer/McCarthy project.

Even Front 242 and the already cited Nitzer Ebb challenged their listenership on their LPs, admittedly with mixed results. If Mute or some other label decides to give Motor a chance at a follow-up, perhaps the duo will listen beyond the singles of the artists they so clearly seek to emulate.

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06 September 2010

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This is academic music in a very pure form, or so I'm lead to believe. Check out Francisco López's biography on the Alien8 website and it quickly becomes evident that all this music comes with some intent. Given that this release comes with a black blindfold and that the music contains some symbolically painful connections, the only intent I can think of is rather sexual in nature.

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Live in Montreal is all about BDSM and designed specifically for a psychological experience in that way. All of this single 38 minute piece works within the bounds of depravation and excess, withdrawing the capacity of sense from the psyche of listener at times and then flooding it with sensation at other times. The blindfold, apparently used by audience members at the show, furthers this perspective: remove all primary perception from the individual and subject them, then, to the experience of helplessness. Perhaps taking an explicitly sexual perspective on this disc is going beyond the information and intent López set out with, but I don't think it is entirely inappropriate.

The music is, as usual, manipulated field recordings. The soft and airy hum of some environment is interrupted with spasms of white noise, dull explosions, and then abrupt silences or near-silences. It's as though López is pulling the proverbial chair out from under me when this happens. This occurrence repeats itself in such a way that I assumed I'd be able to predict it every time, but because nothing López does has any rhythmic device, it is impossible to know when these radical changes are going to occur.

Listening to Live in Montreal is a lot of fun and I get the feeling that, were I to play it for friends in the right situation, they would be genuinely shocked or would at least take notice of López's approach. The silences, at some point, do seem rather painful, if only in a limited way. After having so much sound tossed at me, I was anxious for it to return and actually got frustrated when López took his time making it happen. Listening to this in a dark venue of some kind might provide more kitsch than visceral experience, but listening to it at home with the lights out my eyes closed has generated some amount of anxiety.

Drone would be a hell of a lot more popular if more artists took it to some sexual level. Maybe López didn't intend for this to be the case with Live in Montreal, but I'm not against reading a little bit of visceral fun into this album, especially when its machinations are visceral by nature.

06 September 2010

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Again, I am disappointed by how polished this recording sounds in comparison to earlier z'ev albums. There are pure, naked percussive moments on Aritificial Life, but the raw ferocity and experimentalism that both these artists have displayed in the past is sadly missing.

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KK.Null and z'ev is a nice pairing on paper, both of them have been around a long time and have produced a high quality body of work that encompasses multiple genres, styles, and perspectives. Listening to the record they made together does not convey such a history. While aesthetically the rather quiet and more subtle moments, like on "Untitled 2," are pleasing and perhaps even hypnotic, Artifical Life on the whole sounds like the product of two very different minds working in two very different ways. Had those two approaches synthesized well this would have turned out to be a better record, but there's a severe lack of conceptual intent keeping all the pieces of the puzzle from melding into a satisfactory whole.

There are all manner of bells, metallic plates, synthetic chirping, and noise to be found throughout this album's five songs, some of them genuinely exciting because of the tension they create, but the lack of consistency between songs is frustrating. The aforementioned "Untitled 2" is atmospheric, darkly lit and crawling with all sorts of unseen monstrosities and nervous twitching, but the 19 minutes of music on either side of it don't even come close to approximating the effect it has on me. Much of this has to do with the simplicity this song exhibits. It isn't entirely acoustic on z'ev's end (some of the drums were manipulated in the arrangement, I assume), but it is as close as the album gets to pure percussion and thus as close as the album gets to direct power and elegance. "Untitled 3" sounds like it could be techno if the right producer had gotten ahold of it and "Untitled 4" is just too dull to sit through despite its comparatively short running time.

"Untitled 5" does everything "Untitled 2" did right and features more of z'ev's metallic percussion. Portions of this fifth and final piece are almost melodic and, when played next to "Untitled 2," sound progressive: it takes up an almost narrative quality. Get rid of the other three pieces on Artificial Life and it would've made a fine short-player. As it stands there's too much garbage cluttering this release up.

06 September 2010

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cover image Guru Guru were one of the finest groups of their era, the closest any of the krautrock groups to the progressive rock of Gong or The Soft Machine but still they stood apart. They contained enough rock and blues to make them accessible but pushed these forms into new shapes thanks to their impressive improvisations. Containing both Mani Neumeier and Ax Genrich, Gurumaniax are an almost complete reunification of the classic line-up of Guru Guru. The name change is in part due to the passing of bassist Uli Trepte whose large shoes are now filled by Guy Segers. This album is the result of one week‚Äôs work in the studio and sounds as vibrant and stunning as Guru Guru ever were.

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There are few classic bands which can claim to be as vital today as they were in their heyday. Faust have done well for themselves in not only being as good as they ever were but have divided into two equally exciting Fausts. On the other hand, Kraftwerk have become the Tony Bennett of krautrock who do a great live show of hits but show little to no capacity for any new creativity. Gurumaniax sit nearer to Faust than to Kraftwerk in this regard. Their intentions are in the right place and several times they come very close in generating the same uninhibited excitement that Guru Guru did all those years ago.

Much of Psy Valley Hill follows the same path as seminal Guru Guru albums like UFO and Kang Guru; the DNA of rock‚Äôn roll being spliced, rearranged and reassembled into something that still retains the vigour of the music but works in previously inconceivable way. "Spaceship Memory" drags the seminal Guru Guru piece "Space Ship" through a time warp, the unmistakable guitar riff re-tailored and set bursting through the cosmos before arriving at the same sprawling expanse of a distant galaxy as the original. This time, the instrumentation sounds earthlier as if these are celestial explorers returned to ground and trying to recreate the psychedelic experiences of unknown geometries and new colours for the benefit of those left behind.

"Voodoo Touch" begins sounding like a pub band doing something Krautrock-influenced but the impeccable drumming of Neumeier brings the piece around to stranger territories. As the piece progresses, the other instruments start vibrating away from anything resembling pub rock. It sounds like it is straightforward blues-influenced rock but the layering of instruments and drifting of structures open the music up into a wider, genre-free existance. The same sensations of an almost nostalgic rock style being co-opted into something newer and stranger run through the album‚Äôs climax "For Uli T." (dedicated of course to Trepte). While the piece never progresses in a way I expect it to, its slinking bass line provides a audible monument to Trepte‚Äôs own style.

Overall, this is a fun album but not a true return to the brilliance that Guru Guru were capable of in their heyday. However, for a group of musicians who must be eligible for their bus passes Psy Valley Hill is a monster. Neumeier certainly sounds like a man less than half his age (in fact, he sounds tighter in places than he did with Guru Guru!). Plus the fact that Gurumaniax seem to be truly into what they are doing unlike any of the cash cow reunion bands that are clogging the release schedules and music festivals over this last decade counts for a lot.

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06 September 2010

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cover image Across the five pieces on this album, Ernst Karel and Annette Krebs explore an expansive but tiny sound world; the crackles and rough noises are akin to macro photos of the components of unknown objects. The whole item is out of frame but the viewer (or in this case, listener) is given a generous amount of detail of a small part. Here the sources of the sounds are deliberately kept obfuscated but it forces the listener to pay attention to the minutiae of these noises. The result is an engaging and exhausting album which challenges and drains in equal measure.

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While the music is generally formless, it is not lacking in direction. As Karel generates swells of electronic sound, Krebs populates these empty landscapes with tiny denizens and features. Her guitar playing is mostly camouflaged, what I assume is Karel‚Äôs work could be hers or equally what is listed as "objects" and "tape" in the liner notes I could be misidentifying as being something else entirely. The textures in "Falter 3" could easily be stones being rubbed together, apples being crushed or electronically synthesized. The ambiguity of the sounds gives the pieces on Falter 1-5 their attraction; there is nothing like a good mystery.

While it is easy to make comparisons with artists like Jacob Kirkegaard and even Philip Jeck, Karel and Krebs take a less conceptual approach to their music. The music falls closer to free improvisation than to the careful electronic works that would be at home on Touch. As such, Falter 1-5 does not lend itself to background listening as the contrasts and juxtapositions of the various sounds manifests only with careful attention. The silent pauses that appear throughout the album bring to mind the anti-rhythms of Keiji Haino; a sudden void which gives the listener a moment to take in what they have just heard.

"Falter 5" introduces a wider range of materials, human voices appear through a haze of tape hiss and the duo take on a tighter, almost musical approach to playing. It is the densest of the five pieces and stands out because of its sonic concentration. As it peters out and leaves a final blank slate hanging in the air, it is hard to enter into the music again or even to replace Karel and Krebs with something less intense. Falter 1-5 is one of those albums which is a gentle ripple on the surface but deep with hidden power, dragging me under and leaving me in no fit state to function afterward.

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06 September 2010

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I first heard Swans in 1997 when I bought Soundtracks for the Blind in a downtown Portland record store. I picked the album on the strength of the title, but mostly because it was erroneously filed in the "Gothic" section. Immediately after buying it, I went with my father on a trip to Central Oregon. I vividly remember looking out at the blasted volcanic desert along Highway 97 to the accompaniment of the noxious, churning guitar noise of "The Sound". At the time, I had no idea that Swans were braking up or that they had been playing music for as long I had been alive.

Young God

Listening to the album now, it‚Äôs somewhat difficult to imagine that Michael Gira thought the band was finished creatively. At more than two hours long, Soundtracks contains more worthwhile material than many musicians complete during their entire career. The album‚Äôs long format mirrors the demanding nature of the band.From their inception, Swans always worked on a large scale. Everything from extreme performance volumes to themes of birth, death, and annihilation reflected a driving need to make grandiose statements, so it follows that Swans wouldn‚Äôt skimp on their (would be) final effort.

For its monumental running time and weighty lyrics, Soundtracks goes by with surprising ease, due to the incredible diversity of sounds song structures. The album is a kind of giant collage of found sounds, home-recordings, live takes, and studio tracks. Often a single song will incorporate two or more of those elements, a departure from the regimented performances and pristine fidelity on previous records.

The spoken interludes between proper songs are among the most evocative moments of the album. Gira included a conversation from his father talking about his advancing blindness, while Jarboe supplied surveillance tapes made by her father, an ex-FBI agent. Some of these recordings have a quality altogether absent from previous records: levity. In "I Was a Prisoner of Your Skull," a voice rambles in a drunken southern drawl, "You was going to cook you some breakfast‚Ä¶Everything was fine, but you had to call me in there and show you how to use a fork." Out of context, that kind of monologue would sound downright stupid, but the accompaniment of loopy whistling and airy keyboard turns the banality into a kind of comic disease.

Another variation is the de-emphasis of Gira and Jarboe‚Äôs voices. Often, they are sublimated in audio-effects or cut up into loops. Listening to album for the first time, I got the impression that Swans were primarily an instrumental band, which was foolish considering that Soundtracks includes some of the band‚Äôs most potent lyrics.The song "All Lined Up" isn‚Äôt dark and brooding, it‚Äôs genocidal. "I see their bodies in the pyre‚Ä¶and taste the smoke of burning hair," Gira sings blithely, his words belying the perception that the singer had mellowed with age.

The album‚Äôs expansive structure also fails to blunt the instrumental fury of the band. The epic sprawl of "The Sound" with its crashing cymbals and leaden chords reveals the band‚Äôs debt to artists like Glen Branca and others in the Downtown New York music scene of the early 1980s. The live track, "Yab-Yum Killers," features the band in an abnormally loose mood with Jarboe‚Äôs shrieks recalling No-Wave singers such as Lucy Hamilton and Lydia Lunch, another reflection of the band‚Äôs early history.

Soundtracks for the Blind is in many respects a rare record. For such a gigantic, sprawling work, the lack of filler is near miraculous. If anything, Swans were, and are, a disciplined band. Regardless of any stylistic vice they have, everything they released sounds like a supreme effort. That trait is what keeps Soundtracks from becoming half-baked or bloated. By 1997, Swans had rich and long enough history to make a vast album which could incorporate everything that made them great. In that light, Gira calling quits seems like more of a triumph than a defeat, a stubborn demand to end things on his terms. That conviction is what sustained the band‚Äôs following thereafter, especially for fans like me who never got to see them live. Now that Swans have reformed, Soundtracks for the Blind is no longer the band‚Äôs final statement. Nonetheless, it remains a crucial one.

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05 September 2010

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Stepping away from the Donna Summer guise, on this album, Jason Forrest uses and abuses a wide range of platters and mixes themtogether into a bubbly cauldron of bad tastes that stays fun andbouncy. Disco, new wave, arena rock and punk are all represented insmall one or two measure doses, and it's the way that Forrestseamlessly combines disperate sounds that makes the record remarkable.

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Jason Forrest first made his name by stealing someone else's.Regardless of what people thought about his music, the story at firstwas that a white dude with an iBook would have the balls to record andtour under the name Donna Summer. The name cribbing was then just apart of the act, as Forrest's modus operandi was one of plundering allsorts of records that most people nowadays would only enjoy with somedegree of ironic detachment. His approach to the sounds hasn't changedwith Shamelessly Exciting,but he's put his own name above the title this time, and his name andthe music are what should take center stage in place of the gimmick. On "My 36 Favorite Punk Songs," the title would seem to say it all, butrather than sounding like an incomprehensible mashup of two chordanger, the track plays more like a modern day disco anthem with punkenergy played for laughs.

Forrest is able to rip and steal andrecombine sounds in a way that is unique to his own take on thefractured world of breakcore. While most of the heavy hitters go fordeath metal riffs and ear-splitting noise or over-the-top scatalogicalhumor and juvenile antics, Forrest takes all the detritus from musicthat is excessively middle-of-the-road, but doesn't steer the soul ofthe tracks he plunders off course. His tunes are still wildlyaccessible and fun—tongue in cheek for sure—but there's none of theanger or reappropriation of cultural signifiers upon which the work ofmany of his peers hinges. Shamelessly Exciting comes off morelike the ultimate party mixtape, but with songs that have been mixedtogether only in tiny increments so that everything sounds vaguelyfamiliar but new all at once. Even Forrest's broken, drilly beats aremixed at a comfortable listening level for those who aren't used tospastic rhythmic assaults.

If I had one complaint about Shamelessly Exciting,it would be that the end result of all of Forrest's tinkering soundsalmost too tame and middle of the road itself. This record will nodoubt be a bridge record that introduces new people to a whole newworld of copyright abuse and regenrefication, and that can't be a badthing.

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