Ze Records
In 1981, anunderground New York label known for their influential roster of discoand no-wave artists released a seminal compilation of some of theirbest singles.With this release, Ze Records both solidified the definition of theleftfield disco movement and gave the genre a name that stuck. It's aname that conjures up images of tentacled, post-nuclear fallouthumanoids letting loose and getting down on the crowded dance floor ofStudio 54. The intention was to showcase the edgier, more avant-gardeside of New York disco. The original LP contained only six songs, butfor the new CD re-issue, Ze Records has expanded it into a stunningtwo-CD set containing a total of 25 tracks, the bulk of their relevant12" dance output from 1979 to 1981. This music was years ahead of itstime, and will sound particularly relevant to those tuning into thesecond wave of avant-dance, characterized by current acts like Out Hud,Metro Area, Playgroup, and LCD Soundsystem. Many recent anthologies,such as Strut's Disco Not Disco series and Soul Jazz's New York Noise have attempted to document the scene, but Ze Records has the historical advantage of including the entire original Mutant Disco LP. Also, the overall focus on Mutant Discois much clearer, and the compilation boasts many rare tracks notavailable elsewhere other than the highly collectible original LPs,which frequently change hands for prices as high as $500. Was (Not Was)appear three times across the two discs. Their first track "Wheel MeOut" is a densely layered groove, combining sampling techniques, sleazyrock and bad jazz into an infectious disco-house number. Bill Laswell'sartist-collective Material produced a clutch of important singles andLPs in the early 80's, but for sheer fun it would be hard to beat therock-disco collision of "Bustin' Out," with vocals from soul diva NonaHendryx. Cristina's contribution is the first of several lightweightdisco remakes of classic rock songs on the collection, this one a coverof The Beatles' "Drive My Car" (produced by John Cale of VelvetUndergound, no less). I have never really liked the Latin dancepastiche of Kid Creole and the Coconuts, but their two contributions toMutant Disco are surprisingly addictive, especially thedislocated mambo of "Annie I'm Not Your Daddy." I'd rather shake my assto this than Los Del Rio any day of the week. The Aural Exciters areone of the more mysterious acts on this collection, appearing with apair of truly odd, dub-influenced disco deconstructions. It is nearlyimpossible to find any information on this band, but it's hard to denythe weird power of "Emile (Night Rate)," with its off-kilter percussionand spooky, echo-chambered chorus of women's screams. James White andthe Blacks (AKA James Chance and the Contortions), turn in theumpteenth re-recorded version of the gloriously warped no-wave classic"Contort Yourself," re-worked and extended for the dance floor. LizzyMercier Descloux was quite the scenester in post-punk New York - asavvy French waif who transformed herself from a first-generation punkinto a sassy disco diva. Her three songs are strangely prescient of alater NYC breakthrough dance-pop sexpot named Madonna. Descloux's coverof Arthur Brown's 60's psychedelic novelty-hit "Fire" would be puredisco cheese, were it not for the top-notch arrangements andproduction. Although I can't provide a description of every song on theanthology, there are also fine contributions from obscurities such asGarcons, Gichy Dan, Coati Mundi and Casino Music. Play any of thesetracks head-to-head with the accepted canon of classic disco artists -Larry Levan, Giorgio Moroder, Cerrone - and it holds up magnificently. Mutant Disco is nothing less than an essential document of dance music's adventurous past.
In 1981, anunderground New York label known for their influential roster of discoand no-wave artists released a seminal compilation of some of theirbest singles.With this release, Ze Records both solidified the definition of theleftfield disco movement and gave the genre a name that stuck. It's aname that conjures up images of tentacled, post-nuclear fallouthumanoids letting loose and getting down on the crowded dance floor ofStudio 54. The intention was to showcase the edgier, more avant-gardeside of New York disco. The original LP contained only six songs, butfor the new CD re-issue, Ze Records has expanded it into a stunningtwo-CD set containing a total of 25 tracks, the bulk of their relevant12" dance output from 1979 to 1981. This music was years ahead of itstime, and will sound particularly relevant to those tuning into thesecond wave of avant-dance, characterized by current acts like Out Hud,Metro Area, Playgroup, and LCD Soundsystem. Many recent anthologies,such as Strut's Disco Not Disco series and Soul Jazz's New York Noise have attempted to document the scene, but Ze Records has the historical advantage of including the entire original Mutant Disco LP. Also, the overall focus on Mutant Discois much clearer, and the compilation boasts many rare tracks notavailable elsewhere other than the highly collectible original LPs,which frequently change hands for prices as high as $500. Was (Not Was)appear three times across the two discs. Their first track "Wheel MeOut" is a densely layered groove, combining sampling techniques, sleazyrock and bad jazz into an infectious disco-house number. Bill Laswell'sartist-collective Material produced a clutch of important singles andLPs in the early 80's, but for sheer fun it would be hard to beat therock-disco collision of "Bustin' Out," with vocals from soul diva NonaHendryx. Cristina's contribution is the first of several lightweightdisco remakes of classic rock songs on the collection, this one a coverof The Beatles' "Drive My Car" (produced by John Cale of VelvetUndergound, no less). I have never really liked the Latin dancepastiche of Kid Creole and the Coconuts, but their two contributions toMutant Disco are surprisingly addictive, especially thedislocated mambo of "Annie I'm Not Your Daddy." I'd rather shake my assto this than Los Del Rio any day of the week. The Aural Exciters areone of the more mysterious acts on this collection, appearing with apair of truly odd, dub-influenced disco deconstructions. It is nearlyimpossible to find any information on this band, but it's hard to denythe weird power of "Emile (Night Rate)," with its off-kilter percussionand spooky, echo-chambered chorus of women's screams. James White andthe Blacks (AKA James Chance and the Contortions), turn in theumpteenth re-recorded version of the gloriously warped no-wave classic"Contort Yourself," re-worked and extended for the dance floor. LizzyMercier Descloux was quite the scenester in post-punk New York - asavvy French waif who transformed herself from a first-generation punkinto a sassy disco diva. Her three songs are strangely prescient of alater NYC breakthrough dance-pop sexpot named Madonna. Descloux's coverof Arthur Brown's 60's psychedelic novelty-hit "Fire" would be puredisco cheese, were it not for the top-notch arrangements andproduction. Although I can't provide a description of every song on theanthology, there are also fine contributions from obscurities such asGarcons, Gichy Dan, Coati Mundi and Casino Music. Play any of thesetracks head-to-head with the accepted canon of classic disco artists -Larry Levan, Giorgio Moroder, Cerrone - and it holds up magnificently. Mutant Disco is nothing less than an essential document of dance music's adventurous past.- Was (Not Was) - Wheel Me Out
- Aural Exciters - Emile (Night Rate)
- Lizzy Mercier Descloux - Fire
With fifteen different songs from fifteen different musicians, thiscollection simultaneously demonstrates the creative variety found onthe On-U roster. Included are a few exclusive tracks, songs fromupcoming releases, and a smattering of recordings already available onvarious albums. Though a lot of what On-U releases has a reggae or dubfeel to it, Chainstore Massacrehouses some blues-inspired meanderings from Little Axe, a rathererratic sample fest from Adrian Sherwood, a dance-floor rendition ofAsian Dub Foundation's "Cyberabad," and a metal influenced electronicwork-out from Mark Stewart. There's plenty of depth to be found andthat's part of what makes this compilation so great: none of the songssound the same. Ri Ra drops a concrete slab of Irish rap backed by someslick keyboard melodies and a smooth layer of bass and on the nexttrack Junior Delgado unleashes a basic reggae track dedicated toexplaining the benefits of using marijuana. So while there is a goodamount of both upbeat and chilled out tunes, the most awesomelysurprising and beautiful music comes from a musician named Skip "LittleAxe" McDonald. He is the only one on the album that gets two tracks tohimself and he deserves it. "One Drop Blues" is full of layeredguitars, harmonica, a slow and sassy rhythm, and a guitar that paints apicture of a hot day in the park. "My Love I Bring" has Sinead O'Connoron lead vocals and a misty atmosphere provided by an eloquent meshingof electric and acoustic guitar. These two songs warrant buying thecompilation alone, but the compilation as a whole is cohesive anddiverse and is a great appetizer for material that will hopefully bereleased soon.
The effects of Abba's music is undeniably cross-cultural and timeless. From the freaky tourists with smelly breath at the NY record shops to the merch-spotting Chris Carter publicity photos, it's hard to find somebody who's life has not been touched. Over the course of a few years, a staggering 24 tracks have been gathered by this tiny operation out of Chicago which bridge the gap between one of the first bands I was fond of in my young childhood to the noisy, more abrasive sounds I'm enjoying in my adulthood. I find this collection both refreshing but question its sub-title.
Bob Pollard may be a god to some, but lately there's been a strangedecline in the music he releases outside of Guided By Voices. Airport5's last was an errant mess, the Circus Devils' Harold Pig Memorialhad its moments but ultimately didn't satiate, and even the last GbVrecord was showing some cracks in the surface. Some were saying themost prolific man in rock was running out of steam finally, and thatthis marked the beginning of the end for Pollard and Co. This newrecord should easily choke all the naysayers. Earthquake Glue is the first great Guided By Voices album since Under the Bushes, Under the Starsand marks the real return of the band after their two album romp withTVT. Tighter, leaner, and more ready for action than anything on Universal Truths and Cycles,"My Kind of Soldier" kicks it off with bright guitars and classicPollard vocals. The production both sounds like it has taken a slighthit from the last record, which is just what most fans probably want,while it is improved in other areas; but this sound quality really doesserve these songs. "She Goes Off at Night" and "Useless Inventions"propel the album forward, and the keyboard and harmonica of "DirtyWater" show a new willingness to try something fresh. "I'll Replace YouWith Machines," though, is the real treat, the nugget that proves theboys are back. With its whip-cracking percussion and Doppler Effectmix, the urgency comes across in full force with the "I can't face you"chorus throwing in extra oomph. It's the Ghost of Christmas Past, andit's a pure joy to behold. Elsewhere, "The Best of Jill Hives" is barnone the best song GbV have ever written. The bass line grooves andundulates when Pollard joins, then the other band members come in oneby one. "I don't know how you find your nerve/I don't know how youchoose your words" sounds like the questions of a child to his/herfather after a harsh defeat. Pollard's voice warbles in its mild echo,and no one cares. It's classic GbV, it's got a great hook, and it endsbefore it becomes too commonplace. I admit it: I, too, had my doubtsabout the longevity of the band hearing the last album and EP. "They'vehad a great career, so maybe it would be a good time for them to hangit up, before it starts to get really bad." No more. There's miles leftin this sound yet.
Germany's Can is certainly the most influential band to emerge from thefirst wave of krautrock. Their first six studio albums are unparalleledmasterpieces of experimental rock, effortlessly combining jazz andclassical influences with psychedelic guitar rock, ethnic percussionand unhinged vocal improvisations. The past few years have seen theentire back catalog re-mastered and re-released in deluxe CD and LPeditions on Can's own Spoon imprint. Every album, that is, except forthe much-maligned 1978 release Out of Reach,which Can seem eager to completely omit from their discography. Assuch, it has long remained one of their rarest and least talked aboutalbums. Fortunately for completists, Marginal Talent has now issued are-mastered CD of this most obscure of Can records. The received wisdomis that Can began to decline when Japanese vocalist Damo Suzukideparted to join a religious sect after 1976's Future Days.While this is somewhat accurate, hindsight has been kinder to thelater, more homogenized Can albums. We can now retrospectively admitthat Soon Over Babaluma and Flow Motion both containgreat moments, displaying the same ingenious instrumental fusion thatcharacterized Can's most fertile creative period. Record collector loredemands that Out of Reach be a similarly underrated, unsung gem. Unfortunately, this is just not the case. Out of Reach is one of Can's worst albums, and while it has its moments, it must be relegated to the same pile as Saw Delight and Inner Space- disappointing latter-day efforts that make convincing arguments thatCan should have retired earlier. The main reason for this drop inquality was most likely the departure of bassist Holger Czukay,founding member and innovator. To make up for Czukay's noticeableabsence, Rosko Gee and Reebob Kwaku-Baah of the execrable prog-rockband Traffic joined the line-up. Their influence is an unwelcome one,to put it mildly. Gee and Kwaku-Baah bring with them a penchant forpointless jazz-inflected solos that drone on endlessly, watering downthe usually explosive chemistry between Irmin Schmidt, Jaki Liebezeitand Michael Karoli. "Serpentine" introduces this incarnation of Can,with a mildly engaging marriage of ethnic instrumentals and elevatorjazz. The music is far from terrible, but compared to dynamicmasterpieces like Ege Bamyasi and Tago Mago, it'spositively snore-inducing. "Pauper's Daughter and I" is livelier, butis marred by the badly delivered nursery rhyme lyrics from Rosko Gee."November" is by far the best track on the album, the one song wherethe fuzz guitar really lets loose, and the rest of the band'simprovisations build a trippy, pitch-perfect backdrop for Karoli'samazing soloing. "Seven Days Awake" starts out on an interesting note,but soon declines into pointless repetition. "Give Me No 'Roses'"sounds like a bad Traffic outtake, as does the sub-par reggae of "LikeInobe God". The one-and-a-half minutes of "One More Day" is the album'stribal swansong. This is far from essential Can, even more troublingthan 1989's ill-advised reunion album Rite Time. If you are looking to collect every Can album, put Out of Reach right at the bottom of the list.
Listening to Schniztler's solo recordings from the 70s is a mixed bagbut quite good fun in several ways. It's like a time capsule, for onething—a throw back to a particular genre of relentless sequencerpatterns, modal noodlings, phasers and filter sweeps. It has theessence of a personal musical identity that influenced the people whowent on to create that genre from it. But the sound on these solorecordings shows that what Schnitzler was able to do, given the timeand opportunity, went well beyond the daily fodder of that genre. Hecould dredge a harsh grittiness from the equipment as well as delicatefinesse that doesn't fit the nostalgic idea of that warm analog soundso fetishized in recent years. The abstract pieces without rhythms workbest. Schnitzler had quite an inventive talent for composing theseevolving layers of otherworldly sounds into science-fiction concertostoo menacing to be merely psychedelic. The curious tension between thefamiliar and the novel, even with an advantage of perspective nearing30 years, highlights the unusual breadth available on Schnitzler'spallet. Where things work less well is when that pallet is applied tocreating the kind of sequencer-driven rock music that others includingTangerine Dream did too much with in the same period. The mechanicalstructures are used as a basis for soloing that just shouldn't havebeen allowed to happen. Such banal melody in the solo lines was notexactly uncommon among the electronic bands of the time. For example,Edgar Froese could throw a crowd into a tizzy of excitement just bypicking up a guitar but, let's be honest, he was never very good atplaying it. It's the same problem here. Listening from the 21stcentaury, one wonders where the sci-fi connotations come from. Were thestyles appropriated for movies and other media to then becomeconventional symbols? Is it a trick of association with the zeitgeist?Or were musicians actually aiming at making space-age sound? Anyway,fans of Schnitzler's 70s solo oeuvre will welcome this addition to theset of color albums. At the very least I can say with certainty thatthe CD booklet represents a succinct response to the problem of what todo with such a ridiculously small page format. 
Over three years after the release of their full-length debut, The Noise Made by People,Broadcast have returned full force with a truly exceptional follow-up.While staying true to their moody, late '60s psychedelia-influencedcore sound, the band opens up further to make their retro-basedstylings something that is truly all their own. Haha Sound isboth more playful and more experimental than its successor, evidencedin the opening track, "Colour Me In." Trish Keenan's vocals are sweetand girlish, offsetting the ghostly machinations and audible squeaks inthe background. Her vocals, however, are more often haunting andmelodic such as on "Before We Begin," "Man Is Not a Bird," and "OminousCloud," while on "Pendulum," the first single from the record, Trish'svoice sounds slightly emotionally detached. On "Minim," they cascadelike a hypnotic waterfall, and she turns "Valerie" into a lullabye. Thelyrics are full of rich, abstract imagery—like "If green is chasing thehills over miles / If blue is pursuing the sky" on "Colour Me In;" and"Shake your earrings over my head / Lay down your dreams on my pillowbefore bed" from "Valerie"—that suits Broadcast's music well.
These songs make me into another person. I'm a criminal, then a scaredlittle boy, and the next minute I'm the loner walking through thedesert with a storm at my back. Nina Nastasia forces me to assume theseroles with her voice in my ear and her guitars cutting down at me likevicious slaps. One minute I'm in quiet solitude, hiding in a thicketand the next I'm being whipped around by a squall bursting withlightning and unexhaustable power. Run to Ruinis just that: powerful and excited. Nastasia's voice is absolutelyentrancing and the instrumentation is a fluid swarm of acousticstrumming, near-classical arrangements, and cabaret-styled,instrumental passages. "We Never Talked" starts the album as theperfect preface. Nastasia's lyrics are somewhat vague and manage toevoke a sense of wonder and mystery in every song, but especially onthe opener. "In the car, you'd have brought it up / But I went on aboutthat job / All the love I have left you won't know / All the fear Ihave left you won't know." The way it's sung puts a knot in my stomachevery time... and then the storm begins. "I Say That I Will Go" is astory about keeping a promise. It has a deliciously twisted ending thatsuggests all sorts of mischievousness. Violins, cellos, banjo,dulcimer, piano, and some distinctive drumming from Jim White of DirtyThree drift, collide, and wail with Nastasia's excellent story-tellingand clear, graceful, and at times absolutely earth-shattering voice.Though the album runs at just over thirty minutes long, each song isfull of character and developed completely. There's more variety on Run to Ruinthan on most albums that last twice as long. "The Body" begins like animitation-baroque piece and "On Teasing" sounds like a tale told bygypsies around camp fire; it features an instrumental duel that soundsas if it comes from the spirit world. "You Her and Me" creates a hybridsound that holds country and folk music dear to the heart but is muchmore bare and delicate. Despite all the acoustic and familiarinstruments used, this is a unique album with a myriad of styles andalien melodies. Every time I play this record, it's like beingtransported to another world. Not one song is disposable and after thealbum stops, I have this incredible urge to play it again just so I candrift away.
Austrian-born Rancho Relaxo All Stars collaborator Susanne Brokesch isan electronic-based sound artist whose work has resulted in variousoutputs such as group art shows, soundtrack work and several recordingsunder her own name as well as the pseudonyms of Sil and SilElectronics. Her latest release, So Easy, Hard To Practice,is mostly a collection of various soundscapes and minimalist-typecompositions where, at times, the rhythms are implied more thanoutright stated. What I found to be interesting about this disc isBrokesch's arrangement of synthetic sound patches, which at timesconvey a somewhat organic feel. The mild pulsing of "Confidence" laysbeneath a wash of obscure drones and sci-fi movie lasergun blast soundswith the occasional squelch until sparse, linear drum machine patternsmove in to take the track out. "Bel Air Mix 1" is a nice and subtleblend of reverbed synthesizer chords and heaving electro-cello over topof quiet, swinging drum machine tom-tom and snare hits which fade inand out throughout the mix. Rounding out the disc's forty minutes isthe somewhat out of place and longest track, aptly titled "Dancing."The mid-tempo programmed rhythms and syncopated bass end thump awayagainst a backdrop of flitting, somewhat harsh treated synths and othernear-industrial type sounds. The introduction of electro percussion andhandclaps add to the dance elements which are already very prominent.Although too fractured to be considered an ambient-type disc andgenerally lacking a steady pulse for head nodding, the interesting makeup of So Easy, Hard To Practice finds a fair middle ground that had me following the shifts without it being too obvious.
The title of this album leads one to wonder if it is in a way, a slyindictment of certain purveyors of experimental, progressive, orpost-rock music that they themselves are one of. Are they trying to saythat perhaps these genres are somewhat more susceptible toself-indulgence at the expense of entertainment? In any case, themembers of the Swords Project are at least saying that we have a choicein the matter and in that spirit they seize control of their musicaldestiny presenting an album that is both complex and enjoyable. Theirmusic has a shimmering, buoyant quality that wraps around itself in adizzying assemblage of layers. "City Life" is a veritable möbius strip,beginning with the faint, choppy voice of vocalist seeping through apastiche of programmed train-chugging drumbeats, static, and electronicmanipulation. The beats soon crackle into live drums and a flickeringmelody begins to unfold, floating without an anchor in the musicsurrounding it, like catching faint sight of a porch light through athicket of trees. It sounds as if the core of the song is bursting fromwithin with only enough energy to fall back into itself and repeat thesame process once again, leaving behind a mesmerizing vapor trail as itsinks back to earth. "MD11" reveals a cleaner sound, moving swiftly andbuilding off of a single melodic idea throughout the song. It seemslike more of a rock song than the tracks that precede even as itbriefly delves into a stutter-glitch bridge. "Cocktails andShuttlecocks" continues in this vein, though it progresses in a moresubdued shoegazer style, utilizing a violin for dramatic effect amidstthe warm bass lines and gentle melody. "Audience of One" takes theatmosphere of that previous track and expands upon it instrumentally,and by using minimal whispered vocals the band allows the violin totake the forefront in what makes for a really impressive long piece.They balance space and dynamics extremely well, building tension andtaking the music through peaks and valleys that make the track a truestandout. "Immigracion" presents itself as a rather standard indie rocksong, perhaps more in the vein of Death Cab for Cutie than any of thereferences the band itself might name check. By this point in thealbum, it seems like the collage aspects presented in "City Life" havebeen altogether abandoned, and that is a shame, but what remains isstill an interesting collection of songs that have a knack for melodyplayed by a band in perfect harmony with one another. The SwordsProject closes with "New Shapes," a long, droning track thatincorporates some elements of their earlier flair, but never commits tothe sound fully. The song is slow to develop, but with patience thefinal minutes take off into a propulsive workout. Throughout the album,the percussion is a major highlight. It fits each compositionperfectly, knowing the right time to sit back and let the rest of theband squall along and when to push through the din to give the piece alittle extra oomph. Entertainment is Over if You Want Itseems to lean away from the more brazen attempts at experimentation ofit's contemporaries, instead bringing these elements into the music inbrief spurts or bursts. At its core is just good music, approached witha sense of what makes for a compelling and enjoyable listen.
