24 September 2006

Matthew Jeanes

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The reigning king of the breakcore scene is either going soft, or all of these splintered beats are starting to sound less abrasive over time because the newest VSnares record actually comes close to resembling a pop album.

 

Planet Mu

Cavalcade of Glee... is, to my ears at least, quite a bit more restrained and straight forward than I would have imagined.  It seems that Funk may be skipping past the impulse to make a more fucked up and twisted noise than before in favor of honing in on songwriting.  Of course this is bound to confound the legions who want to slow down his tracks, deconstruct his beats, download his software, and pick apart the magic that is making music with computers.  What's interesting about this is that with this album at least, the real accomplishment is not how nervously tweaked the rhythms and melodies are, but how cleanly and thoughtfully the songs are put together.  The sample spotters and software hackers are asking all of the wrong questions if they want to get to the bottom of this mojo, because it's not the tools and gigabytes of RAM that make this record work—it's the attention to the art of writing a song.

It seems simple enough—if you want to release an album, you ought to first start with some songs, but that's a path that many who make music with computers tend to skip entirely.  What makes this record listenable and distinct is that the songs have hooks, the melodies are developed to build over time, and the silly spray of samples actually helps give the songs character rather than feeling like obligatory sonic detritus.  

Breakcore records, producers, mp3s, and shows are pouring out of odd basements and garages all over the place now.  The scene as a whole has few standouts and hundreds of copycats releasing music that is often indistinguishable.  Funk's own discography is so abundant that by the time this review will be published, it's probably not even going to be a review of his latest release.  Still, what is now setting Venetian Snares apart from the imitators is his ability to congeal the furious elements of a niche genre into something that transcends that genre.

 

  

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24 September 2006

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The new split cdep by OM and Current 93 is now ready to ship.
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23 September 2006

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Disliked in their native country of New Zealand, associated with drug-assisted hallucinations and blackouts, and evidently crazy enough to plan their own deaths, the trio of Michael Morely, Robbie Yeats, and Bruce Russell also happen to be more brilliant than most bands they're compared to. This collection is superb: competent enough to entice new listeners and pull in folks that already love their music and want more.

 

Ba Da Bing!

The first disc covers everything from their first album up and until 1994. Songs from out of print 7" records, compilations, and album cuts all make into these first 13 productions. "Max Harris" is the first song from this New Zealand trio's first album, DR503, and it's an oddly tuneful mess of sound effects, solid rhythm, and some very nasty guitar. It's designed to repel and attract at the same time, as though it is constantly pulled back and forth between absolute improvisational performance and carefully planned, obsessively designed songs. "Angel" wants to be a love tune, but is too busy reveling in the discovery of reverb and echo to sober up and say what it means. "3 Years" sounds like it was intended to be a pop song, but the group never bothered to record it outside of their garage. While these three opening songs present very different perspectives.  It is as close to getting lost in a city as I can get without starting up my truck and driving into Boston at night without a map. In a magnificent way, however, the buzz of the next song, "Maggot," pulls this triad of sound together.

"Maggot" is a huge and rhythmic monster of droning bass with the mutterings of a drunk prophet ready to utter his final breath. The music is moody, deep, and full of sound despite being the product of a trio. It creeps along at a pace that feels contagious, like it's a disease. Then Morely lets out this demented laugh and I'm certain the group must've been absolutely insane to make something like this. This is rock music of some kind, but aurally swathed in the kind of mystery that other bands can only pretend to possess. The nature of their songs inspires a sense of the massive and the unreal but it never escapes into pure fantasy. There's a visceral edge to their music that prevents them from escaping into pure fantasy, into some completely abstract realm where the music has no context and no human impact. This is, in the end, the best thing about this band: they keep their weird side in check all the time, with slowly pulsing melodies and simple rhythms or sometimes with huge amounts of noise rippling through their otherwise simple and attractive songs. Everything on the first disc is a song, something that stays in my head all day long. All of these songs come adorned though, they're filled to the brim with interesting details, enough to keep me coming back to the disc over and over again. Keeping it simple is something The Dead C. does very well. The result, however, is that the experience of listening to their music evolves and becomes complex. There seems to be so little to this band on the surface, but once drug into their songs, it's hard not to find something new with each listen.

The second disc moves from The Operation of the Sonne album from 1994 to The Damned record released in 2003. Through these songs it's apparent that the band went through a transitory period right in the middle of the '90s and ended up giving in to their improvisational tendencies. "The Marriage of Reason and Squalor" is a 14 and a half minute adventure in feedback and strange effects that never really takes on the trappings of a familiar song. Even the brief "Voodoo Spell" is mostly aimless experimentation, perhaps fun to listen to when in the right mood, but after listening to the first disc, it's a bit of a let-down. Had I listened to the second CD before the first one, chances are I would like it far more than I do, now. The music isn't bad, but it doesn't stack up the all the goodness that the first CD provided.

This is, however, a minor complaint about compilation that does everything right. It introduces The Dead C. to the ignorant gracefully, covers every base possible in such a limited space, and provides something for the fan that doesn't want to spend half a year's salary getting the small pieces missing from their collection. It presents the multiple faces of a band that had, perhaps, too many of them to count and it does without flinching away from the more unadulterated and formless material they fell in love with later in their career. I'm talking about them like their work is done, however, and I don't think that's the case. They played in the USA in 2002 at All Tomorrow's Parties and in 2004 they played at another music fest in Scotland. They're also on board for Thurston Moore's 2006 ATP fest in the UK. I get the feeling The Dead C. hasn't seen their last release and if this retrospective is any indication, they're still a band worth hearing.

samples:

• Maggot
• World
• All Channels Open

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23 September 2006

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This worthy album by sextet Sparrows Swarm and Sing links traditional song with post-rock and pantheist imagery. SSAS create beautiful music with apocalyptic undercurrents which at times achieves a cinematic splendor.

 

Magic Bullet

The complex instrumentation includes glockenspiel, cello, guitar, pianorgan, violin, drums and bass guitar.  The band is composed of trained composers, visual artists and recording engineers, so the songs are complex, sophisticated and often extended in length.  "Across Canyons/Canyons" begins with the sounds of twittering birds and a faint lonely guitar, then  swells into an extended piece of sublimely simple melancholy. Reaching a crescendo around the 11-minute mark, it then lulls and peaks pleasantly for another quarter of an hour or so.  Obviously, brevity and economy aren't the main goals for SSAS.

Normally I much prefer this kind of music to be purely instrumental pieces, or have only a light sprinkling of spoken word.  Unfortunately, "Father Death/Mother Nature (Part 1)" includes vocals in addition to some very irksome yelling.  I'd like to notify the members of SSAS:  “You aren’t a mini-skirted chanteuse or a goosebump-inspiring choir of Bulgarian women in national costume, nor are you Marc Bolan, so please stop spoiling your music with your wordless vocals.”  However, looking at Jason Fiske’s artwork—an anonymous pioneer, a praying figure bereft of flesh, the lifeforce streaming out of a deer's eyes, and the moon—the realization dawned on me that SSAS are simply communicating uncorrupted exuberance.  I should let them be.  In live performance, these vocals would probably work better in any case. Either way, the guitar backdrops during the second movement of the piece—strongly evocative of the epic yet understated qualities of Brokeback—and the final movement which digresses into a nice free-folk-jazz freak-out, are both worth the trip.

"Warm Blood Within (Part 2)" begins with a dynamic riff that is more Michael Nyman than Mogwai, then slips into unsatisfying vocals for a while. Thankfully, SSAS have the good sense to cut this short with a splendid cacophony, followed by a long section of stately cello, violin and piano. Once again, all is forgiven.

The final piece, "O Shenandoah," borrows a refrain from a traditional American folk song that has been collected by Alan Lomax and Carl Sandburg, among others, and is known variously as a West Indies rowing shanty, a river song, or a US army song.  The song has various spellings and versions, but it is known to cavalry and wagon soldiers of the Old West, as well as Canadian and American mountain men, traders, voyagers and trappers. It's old as the hills.  My favorite version refers to the courtship of a white trader and a daughter of the Indian chief, Skenandoah, an Iroquois. They happily ran away together but were caught, with consequences more severe than those suffered by Abelard and Heloise.

Somehow, SSAS do justice to a classic song like "O Shenandoah" without sounding like an embarrassing 21st century campfire sing-along. Lyrically, they shift back and forth from the river as metaphor, to the chief's daughter, before what sounds like bombs falling in the night and an eerie super-amplified wine glass announce the return of the apocalyptic post-rock beauty for which this collective are known.  More tempered vocals appear before we are treated to a great quivering otherworldly ending which could almost come from the work of the late György Ligeti.

samples:

• Across Canyons
• Father Death
• O Shenandoah

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23 September 2006

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On his Kranky debut, Tokyo-based Chihei Hatakeyama sticks to making soundscapes which are quite enjoyable. Granted it is fairly mundane in 2006 to be pursuing glitchy processed music but Minima Moralia clicked with me. The album is cold and bright, and it has an austere quality which I like.

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21 September 2006

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Vic Bondi is one of the main interview subjects in the forthcoming "American Hardcore" documentary.Bondi's band Articles of Faith, is just the beginning. In 2005, Bondi joined with J Robbins (of Jawbox/Burning Airlines) and Darren Zentek (from Kerosene 454) to record as REPORT SUPSICIOUS ACTIVITIES (Virus341). Bondi is one of the main interview subjects in the forthcoming "American Hardcore" documentary.Vic is available to do interviews about his participation in American Hardcore (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0419434/), both the movie and the actual movement.Bondi's band Articles of Faith, is just the beginning. In 2005, Bondi joined with J Robbins (of Jawbox/Burning Airlines) and Darren Zentek (from Kerosene 454) to record as REPORT SUPSICIOUS ACTIVITIES (Virus341). A download-only EP through Alternative Tentacles is in the works to follow up their eponymous debut."Because the next impeachment needs a soundtrack"- this is how Report Suspicious Activity front man Vic Bondi describes the formation of his band. Like many Americans, Bondi found himself increasingly angry and frustrated with a variety of factors that had become permanent fixtures on the American landscape- a ravaged economy, a pointless war, allegations of torture, threats of terrorism and the rise of religious bigotry and fear. Melding his anger to his experience with the hardcore scene in the band Articles of Faith, Bondi harnessed his anger and unleashed it on the world with Report Suspicious Activity.Weekly Dig interviewhttp://www.weeklydig.com/articles/report_suspicious_activityAlternative Tentacles also has CD and vinyl of the Articles of Faith discography compiled in both Complete, Vol 1 (Virus287) and Complete, Vol 2 (Virus288). Chicago-based AOF released two Eps and two LPs, and toured North America many times from 1983-1985. The group disbanded in 1985, but reunited with all original members for a brief European tour in 1991. In 2002, Alternative Tentacles Records felt it time to finally re-issue their classic early 80's hardcore. 
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21 September 2006

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UNDER THE STRESS OF A HEADLONG DIVE (Virus 365) may be the 5th album by Bristol's HEADS, but for many this North American release may be their first glimpse. The record came out in Europe with slightly different cover art (bright red/orange instead of purple) on Invada Records. After a spate of releases on Man's Ruin (Kozik's label), THE HEADS have negotiated their first release with Alternative Tentacles, home of past jammers like Comets on Fire and Zeni Geva. The UK group circles the wagons of psych bombast with a heavy krautrock-inspired groove, and create an event horizon of infinite heavy. Dave Pehling of the SF Weekly says "a serious contender for most bongtastic album of 2006"

 

Article Published Aug 23, 2006 DavePehling http://www.sfweekly.com/Issues/2006-08-23/music/reviewed3.html Who / What:The HeadsMusic Genre:Rock/Hip HopMusic Label:Alternative Tentacles Despite being one of the more creative bands to emerge from the lemminglike tide of late ’90s stoner-rock acts committed to vinyl by the Man’s Ruin imprint, talented British fuzz merchants the Heads somehow never got the Stateside audience they deserved. Straddling Stooges-inspired fury and droning, Hawkwind-esque deep space exploration, the Heads churn out a psych-punk maelstrom that answers the rhetorical question “What would Sonic Youth sound like if it sported a massive set of hairy balls?” The domestic release of Heads’ latest effort, Under the Stress of a Headlong Dive, reveals just how developed its corrosive Big Muff alchemy has become over the years. Anchored by the monolithic guitar squall of founder Simon Price and fellow six-string terrorist Paul Allen, the Heads bash out careening, catchy heaviness on “Earth/Sun,” the conga-driven “pass, the void” [sic] and “Your Monkey Is My Master,” standing equal to the best of Mudhoney and early Monster Magnet (before Dave Wyndorf stopped doing drugs). Factor in some loopy, mind-warping psychedelic interludes and a couple of thoroughly engaging extended freakouts (the nearly 20-minute epic “Stodgy” and “Creating in the Eternal New Is Always Heavy”) and you have a serious contender for most bongtastic album of 2006.

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20 September 2006

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This is a poorer than average effort from Christina. The four pieces are all meant to sound similar as they are all in the same key and made of the same chords, but for me, the results show little development beyond self indulgent jamming and sound thrown together and boring. This concept sounds less than exciting on paper and in practice it doesn't work as well as hoped.

 

Kranky

The droning guitar strums and Carter’s chanting of "Second Death" are promising for the first half of the song but the song loses its way around the six minute mark. It seems to get away from her and ends up covered in messy noodling that destroys the vibes that she has built up in the first few minutes. This is a similar story for the rest of Electrice. Throughout the album there are moments that could easily erupt into something more compelling but Carter always seems to pull back at the last minute. “Moving Intercepted,” the best piece on Electrice, has a touch of Swans about it, the guitar playing and vocals sound like they’re leading up to a crescendo but it never delivers. The first half of both these two songs ("Second Death" and "Moving Intercepted") are deceptively good. It's unfortunate that both pieces just fall apart and go nowhere, which can be said of this album as a whole. 

The concept of using the same guitar tuning and chords hasn't achieved the results intended. It’s not a bold or an adventurous move. It instead highlights the limitations of Carter’s songwriting instead of showing how well she can use a limited palette. While she uses different effects on the different pieces to change the tone of the drone that she builds up with her playing, the four pieces are too samey. Any track taken on its own is fine but altogether it sounds more like multiple takes of one song rather than four distinct songs. This makes it hard to listen to as it feels like a bunch of demos that might lead to one great song in the end.

It's a shame because I know she's capable of better but Electrice and I don't see eye to eye. 

samples:

• Second Death
• Moving Intercepted
• Words are not my Own

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20 September 2006

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While back in San Francisco after a lengthy self-imposed European exile, Tuxedomoon recorded these spontaneous compositions for a film loosely based on Brion Gysin’s novel The Last Museum. The result is an inspired and tantalizing album that thrives independently of its designation as a soundtrack.

 

Crammed/Made to Measure

That Tuxedomoon tackles such a subject during their return home is particularly appropriate given the nature of Gysin’s book, which itself is a fictionalized recollection of his days at the infamous Beat Hotel as it is being relocated from Paris to Malibu to be installed in the Museum of Museums. The music is a mix of jazz-inflected instrumentals and field recordings of conversations and announcements. Many of the songs are anchored by guitar or bass while strings bring an uneasy atmosphere and horns carve subtle melodies from the air. Although they’re frequently relaxed, the songs never fully soothe and a sense of mystery is always close at hand. The field recordings range from things like a sojourn in Mexico to public transit announcements for Embarcadero Street without any sort of narrative transition to bridge the geographical displacement, giving a sense of both familiarity and dislocation that feels much like the style of Gysin’s book. Similarly, perhaps as a nod to the way Gysin’s novel flits between Europe and America and juxtaposes the present and the past, the group also includes a triptych of songs subtitled “The Show Goes On” that were recorded in Europe. Contrasted with the San Francisco material, these are much more brash and buoyant and even include some vocals, most prominently in “Loneliness.”

Bardo Hotel features its own Madame Rachou in the guise of “Mr. Comfort,” a hotelkeeper with a hilarious list of requirements for his guests, including the requisite no smoking, no drinking, and no drugs, but also forbidding bicycles in the room and insisting that guests are very quiet, smell nice, and smile when they see him. Although it’s hard for me to imagine a film related to Gysin without an appearance by the Master Musicians of Jajouka, the form of this recording mirrors his novel with such dedication that it’s easy to wave any misgivings aside. Regardless of how the film turns out, the album is a splendid journey in itself, a soundtrack for a state of mind.

samples:

• Hurry Up and Wait (Flying Sequence)
• Mr. Comfort
• Carry on Circles

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20 September 2006

Scott Mckeating

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The Graveyards trio continue their journey past the last markers of free jazz playing with this, at times barren sounding, clear vinyl. Brokenresearch releases are well known for their superbly understated art direction, but this is probably their most striking cover yet. A bright yellow sleeve holds an image of a set of teeth, looking like a cross between Giger’s Alien and an aging Dracula.

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Most of the tracks here appear to be much quieter than an average Graveyards session, with much more space being left between the musicians. This is increase in silence is well served by the fidelity of the recording, this LP sounds incredible with every sound being perfectly picked up. For a band that seems to get lazily lumped into the unhygienic sounding scum jazz bracket, this is an ideal riposte.

The first two tracks are probably the best examples here of this avenue, with repeating warm horn motifs and the still rise of Hans Buetow’s sensitive cello strings. If anyone’s attempting to wake the neighbours it’s the sax, bursting in and petering out like a reversing ram raider. On the few occasions when the percussion does get loud, the snares are like Derringer shots and the bowed symbols like someone taking a chisel to a church lightning rod. On the b-side’s final track these cymbals join with the cello and sax in an attempt to create a single tone, instead gaps and sharp edges are left open like switchblades.

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