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A few weeks backs, I reviewed Pole's 45/45EP, the first in Stefan Betke's new trinity of releases, and myskepticism was thinly veiled. The addition of percussion andtraditional instrumentation to the once purist minimal dub style thathe helped pioneer left a question on my tongue: Would Pole still berelevant if he sounded like everyone else? Like many influentialmusicians before him, Pole may have released his best work already, andis progressing into the next phase of his career: where grumpy musicgeeks criticize every new release using as many hackneyed clichephrases as possible. More often than not, those music geeks make validpoints and the introduction of spoken word / rap has sealed Betke'sfate in the music press. The hip hop flavored "Slow Motion" featuresFat Jon over a head-nodding groove that will please backpackers andokayplayers, but will undoubtedly alienate those hoping for more of hisglitchy dub. Fortunately, the instrumental version offers some reliefand bears more of a resemblance to his earlier work, despite theprominent drum loop. In an act of self-indulgent excess, the disccloses with an acapella version that you can alternatively play overthe older Pole songs that you'd rather hear. In the midst of all thisis "I Can't Hear," a woefully bad hybrid of Pole's new fuller soundwith John Zorn styled saxophone flatulence. Ultimately, all of thesequasi-intelligent vocals and paint-by-numbers beats presented here setsthe mood for what promises to be a letdown of a new full-length album.I haven't had the heart to disappoint myself fully by listening to theadvance copy of the CD that I've had now for weeks.
A few weeks backs, I reviewed Pole's 45/45EP, the first in Stefan Betke's new trinity of releases, and myskepticism was thinly veiled. The addition of percussion andtraditional instrumentation to the once purist minimal dub style thathe helped pioneer left a question on my tongue: Would Pole still berelevant if he sounded like everyone else? Like many influentialmusicians before him, Pole may have released his best work already, andis progressing into the next phase of his career: where grumpy musicgeeks criticize every new release using as many hackneyed clichephrases as possible. More often than not, those music geeks make validpoints and the introduction of spoken word / rap has sealed Betke'sfate in the music press. The hip hop flavored "Slow Motion" featuresFat Jon over a head-nodding groove that will please backpackers andokayplayers, but will undoubtedly alienate those hoping for more of hisglitchy dub. Fortunately, the instrumental version offers some reliefand bears more of a resemblance to his earlier work, despite theprominent drum loop. In an act of self-indulgent excess, the disccloses with an acapella version that you can alternatively play overthe older Pole songs that you'd rather hear. In the midst of all thisis "I Can't Hear," a woefully bad hybrid of Pole's new fuller soundwith John Zorn styled saxophone flatulence. Ultimately, all of thesequasi-intelligent vocals and paint-by-numbers beats presented here setsthe mood for what promises to be a letdown of a new full-length album.I haven't had the heart to disappoint myself fully by listening to theadvance copy of the CD that I've had now for weeks. 
Mogwai have figured out how to take the energy of their long and noise-filled songs and condense them into even more atomic balls of might. Their fifth full-length is an album of rolling and mostly gentle melancholy. That isn't to say that Mogwai has lost their hard edge; the music does have its heavy moments.
Inwiefern interessiert es den bzw. die Künstler vom Rezipentenverstanden zu werden bzw eine Kommunikationsbasis herzustellen ? SindAE uns tatsächlich weit voraus in jedweder Hinsicht oder haben sie sichmusikalisch nicht einfach eine Auszeit genommen um sich soweit imAbseitz zu positionieren das sich diese Frage garnicht mehr stellt ?
The fittingly but awkwardly titled Pre-2000 Singles and Comp Tracks Part Onebrings the listener back to Flowchart's earliest days, starting withthe first 7" recorded by the trio of O'Neal, Brodie Budd and CraigBottel and released in 1994 under the name Heroine. "High Phidelity"features the single-note guitar riffing and droning organ that led tothe Stereolab comparisons that dogged them for the next couple ofyears, while "Pronoun-U" is a noise-pop gem with an unmistakable MyBloody Valentine vibe. A name change to Flowchart quickly followed, asdid a slew of singles and compilation appearances, with the majority ofthose from 1994 to 1996 featured on this volume. Most of these werewritten and recorded by the original trio, with the work of thatline-up fitting pretty comfortably into the mid-90s space-rock andshoegazer cubbyholes, and generally comparing favorably to most othersimilarly minded artists from that time frame such as Stereolab, Fuxaand Windy & Carl. Around the two-thirds mark of the disc, we hitthe point where the group became a solo project for O'Neal, and thesound starts to vary considerably, ranging from twee guitar pop tonaïve stabs at atmospheric electronica. The set is wrapped up nicelywith an echo-laden cover version of The Sundays' "Here's Where TheStory Ends."
An ideal appendix/companion to the first Pre-2000 volume is Evergreen Noise Is Flexible/The Spirit of Kenny G,a disc that brings together two EPs that were originally released in1996 on either side of the membership shake-up. Evergreen features fourdrone-rock tracks from the O'Neal/Budd/Bottel trio (joined on twotracks by Bill Nace), and the 12-minute title track holds an especiallystrong whiff of mid-90s Stereolab with its hypnotic guitar line,motorik drum rhythms, waves of moody organ and synth, and breathyvocals that are barely discernable beneath the swirling instrumentaldin. The point on this disc where Evergreen ends and the Kenny Gmaterial begins is an easy one to spot, as the second EP kicks of witha funky, "Theme From Shaft"-style guitar riff and clear baritone vocalsintoning the strange statement "And I write my diary / In the spirit ofKenny G." Like the later tracks on the Part One anthology, this wesbasically a Sean O'Neal solo record, and the five tracks veer in toneand style from the punchy "E-Flare Pop" (a pretty humorous ode to goingto a rave and tripping on a combination of Ecstasy and Vapo-Rub) to theatmospheric ambient-drone of "Glorious and Prosperous" and "DrunkenMini-Musik."
The third CD in this retrospective trilogy is Pre-2000 Singles and CompTracks Part Two,a disc that gathers widely scattered tracks from 1997 to 1999. Thefirst two tracks provide a solid link to the previous volume. "RainbowHotel" is a quirky pop number recorded with a full band and "BasementNoise is Flexible" is a somewhat fractured sounding outtake from thegroup's original line-up. Things change considerably from track threeonwards, as O'Neal is joined by new partner Erin Anderson and theguitars are pretty much abandoned in exchange for electronics andsamples. At first, the naïve melodies and repetitive vocal samples thatappear on the bulk of these tracks are cute and fun, but the formulasoon wears thin, and "cute and fun" quickly becomes "trite andannoying". They were probably fine when they were taken in small dosesas 7" singles and compilation appearances, but 45 minutes of tracksthat are so simple and saccharine is just too much to take at once.Thankfully, the "cute-tronica" mold is broken towards the end of thedisc with a couple of pieces that are very ambient and atmospheric intone, setting the stage for the more satisfying sounds that Flowcharthas been responsible for from the year 2000 forward. 
Inducing the Sleep Sphere opens with some warm electronic humsthat bend around the ears in a pleasant way, before being joined bygently melodic electric guitar, drums, and a wall of fuzz guitaratmospherics. Sounds nice, doesn't it? Unfortunately, this iswell-mined territory. The melodies, the swirling Kevin Shields guitarnoise, the atmospheric production: it's been heard all before. It'svirtually impossible to discuss The Land of Nod without comparing themto My Bloody Valentine, Slowdive, Spacemen 3 or a gaggle of otheratmospheric shoegazer bands that did it first, and did it better.Though they are obviously talented instrumentalists, The Land of Nodsimply refuse to reveal any personality or originality that would makethis music more than just the sum of its influences. "A Sequence ofSpeed" is so indebted to the motorik beat and punk-light melodies ofkrautrock band Neu! that it seems like Michael Rother and KlausDinger—and not The Land of Nod—should be credited for the song. "LooseContact" is a lone bright spot: a cavernous ambient piece that soundslike Jimi Hendrix riffing on "The Star-Spangled Banner" at the bottomof a mine shaft. "Le Sommet a Mont Venoux" is actually nothing morethan the tune of "Frere' Jacques" repeated ad nauseum with lots ofreverb and French dialogue samples. The rest of the tracks are tepidretreads of Mogwai-esque drone-rock boredom, with some predictablypretty melodies lifted directly from Durutti Column. This music reallyis capable of inducing sleep, and for all the wrong reasons.
As an introduction to the music of Dirk Dresselhaus, this EP doesn't work so well. The music is whimsical and entertaining, but out of the six songs that make up 6 Peace, three are remixes and one is the original version of "Reality Check" from the Zoomer album. The two videos that are included on this CD ("Frogtoise" and "Reality Check") can be found online at Schneider TM's website along with two free songs. If it's an introduction that is needed, Schneider TM's website is the place to go.
Giddy, cute, charming, sexy, and fun songs fill this full-length album.A mishmash of smooth production, traditional instrumentation,electronic flourishes, and about five different vocal styles makes foran afternoon well spent dancing about or doing chores in the housewhile boogie-ing down. Ské is a group of song-writers and performersfrom Iceland that know how to write a good hook and keep thingsinteresting. While some of the music with its child-like vocalpresentation (see "Julietta 1" or "Julietta 2") is a little too cute oradorable for me, songs like "Stuff" and "Cowboy" are great rock songsfull of energy and feeling. The acoustic guitar plays a central rolethroughout most of the album, but all the little additions sprinkledabout the music really make the album that much better. "Stuff" is avocal- and rhythm-led song, but the symphonic elements that float inthe background work subtly to create a completely self-sufficientmusical environment that stands extremely well on its own. "Le Tram" issound as silk. The music is simple, the arrangement gentle and flowing,and the vocals almost story-like. It's as if I'm being lulled to sleepeverytime I hear it. The final portion of the album throws a soniccurveball and starts playing things out a bit more heavily. "LeckMeinen Stiefel Ab" is a great mix of heavy, distorted percussion and anaccordian that sounds like its about to spasm into a thousand tinypieces. "Lola" closes things out in a very lurid and dramatic mask.Imagine a beautiful woman in one of those red dresses that flower outat the bottom swirling around in a candle-lit restaurant at night andthen associate that picture with a sort of French/Spanish music thatmakes it easy to move the shoulders and hips about. It even starts outwith a rather suggestive sample: "This is called Lola... the naughtyLola." 
I'll never forget the first time I saw Love and Rockets live. I was a teenager and the clash of psychedelia, black leather, loud guitars and pumping beats was as sexy as it was cool. I'll also never forget the last time I saw Love and Rockets live. A new album was out but the feverish energy seemed such a thing of the past. They felt like they were reluctantly performing their older songs. The closing remark will always stick in my mind: "Buy our albums so we can keep doing this." Maybe the band thinks that Lift was some of their best material, but they haven't convinced me yet.
This is a record imbued with a kind of subtle beauty that I've simplynot heard in a long time. I've never paid much attention to Mouse onMars and my experience with this album was akin to my first experiencewith Sonic Youth; multiple listens reveal multiple dimesions of soundand with each listen the music becomes more and more enjoyable. Glamwas originally released as a limited edition vinyl in 1998 and wasintended to the be the soundtrack to a movie about love and drugs;appropriately the music is claustraphobic, hazy, and joyous. Denselayers of amorphous sound creep about the air like a fine mist; this ismusic that can be breathed in, it leaves a shiny dew on my skin afterI've listened to it. "Port Dusk" starts things off on an almostbeatless level and weaves a blanket with warm peals of sound andunwavering showers of heavy drones. There are beats throughout most ofthe album and many of them force my foot to tap and my head to back andforth, but the rhythms are almost subliminal. They more or less form aperfect seam with the short stabs of melody and robust undercurrentsthat run beside them. "Flim" and "Tiplet Metal Plate" are twonoticeable and exceptional anomalies. "Flim" is a plain ofrhythm-driven butterflies that meander about carelessly while "TipletMetal Plate" is more akin to a hammer falling on and through my skull;it's a punchy, schizophrenic, and completely ecstatic kick to the face.The bonus tracks included are completely hit and miss. "Snap Bar" is aworm-filled endurance test that simply goes nowhere while "Pool, Smoothand Hidder" is a rolling sonic highway and "Heizchase Nailway" feelslike an undulating mass consuming everything in its path. The last twoaren't bad, but when they're taken out of the mix and Glam islistened to in its original form, the album seems to have a more fluidcontinuity that makes it more enjoyable. These are minor complaints,however.
If anyone could make something as dry and academic as Musique Concrêteinto intense, ferociously sexy ear candy, it would have to be PeterCristopherson and John Balance. This release is the duo's contributionto Beta-Lactam Ring Records' terrific Lactamase series: a subscriptionseries of twelve 10" vinyl records by some of today's best andbrightest underground, avant-garde and esoteric musical projects. Theseries has included some amazing releases from Edward Ka-Spel, Volcanothe Bear and Tony Conrad, but the most highly anticipated release iscertainly Coil's masterful grand finale to the series. Coil's two-sided10" occupies a unique place in their discography. It is a trulyawe-inspiring tangent into the rarefied realm of musique concrêteabstractionists such as Iannis Xenakis, Tod Dockstader and Luc Ferrari.There has always been an element of these musical progenitors in Coil'smusick, but their penchant for structured, vocal-driven "songs" haveprevented them from ever fully engaging their abstruse tendencies. Bothsides of the 10" use the same basic sounds and techniques, but thesculpturing takes different forms on either side. Side A, or "TheRestitution of Decayed Intelligence I," introduces the sound palette: achorus of digital buzzes, stutters and skips that occupy the soundfieldat different pitches and volumes. This music is very dimensional,seeming to fly into one's ears at a myriad of different angles. Soon,the high-end stutters are joined by a series of quasi-rhythmic metallicthrobs, like the alternating whirr of a flying saucer engine. Theseelements are then edited, overdubbed and sculpted into dramaticconvergences of sound that alternately pierce, arouse and frighten. Somany faintly recognizable sounds can be heard in this midst of theseabstractions, but the listener cannot discern which are placed thereintentionally and which are an accident of subjectivity. A chorus ofbone saws, a squeaking hinge, high-pitched shrieking, a mutated voice,swooping metallic shards, granular static: all of these sounds sneakout of the noise over the course of the piece. Side B, or "TheRestitution of Decayed Intelligence II," uses the same set of auralphenomena, but this time snatches of recognizable melody become obviousas the piece unfolds. Jhon Balance's warped vocal hiccups from tracktwo of The Remote Viewer are re-used, albeit in a completelyinscrutable form, sounding like a swarm of bees frantically trying tocommunicate with the human race. Halfway through, there is a shockingincrease in volume and intensity as the piece gains momentum. It ishere that we see Coil's personality come through; this piece, howeverchaotic, has the same epic sweep as their Love's Secret Domain-era acidhouse excercises, and all of the dark, hedonistic atmosphere. This 10"manages to be both a brilliantly mature dip into abstract electronicmusic, and twisted, uber-Pagan ritual musick. After more than 20 years,Coil is still perfectly balancing this strange dichotomy and creatingsomething wholly unexpected and wonderful with each new release. -
