Plenty of new music to be had this week from Laetitia Sadier and Storefront Church, Six Organs of Admittance, Able Noise, Yui Onodera, SML, Clinic Stars, Austyn Wohlers, Build Buildings, Zelienople, and Lea Thomas, plus some older tunes by Farah, Guy Blakeslee, Jessica Bailiff, and Richard H. Kirk.
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Massimo claims the whole of this 3" ep release was played with atrumpet and that he doesn't like to be compared with power electronics.OK, m a y b e he triggered the electronics with a trumpet and I coulddescribe his music easily like my imagination of LO REZ' cyber punk(see William Gibson). The sun rises above decayed industrial landscapesas he gives us a glimpse how a power pop version of The Hafler Triocould sound. All in nearly 20 minutes (with one short break). Loads of track titles (i.e. "Fiat," "Microsound and glitch & cutscan only lick my mafia ass," "She Male 808") and the design show asense of humour which can't be wrong. It will be interesting to watchand listen to his further progressions. -
What some people call monotonous or repetitive others are sure to callmoving or stirring. This release is many things: the soundtrack to MarkBorthwick's visually stunning art and photography, originally composedfor an exhibition at the Swiss Institute in New York in 1999; a bizarresound collage made up of acoustic guitar, spoken word, and electronics,all cut up for your pleasure/annoyance; an inspiration to Kim Gordon ofSonic Youth, which could be good or bad, depending how you look at it(a line from this release contains the words "a thousand leaves," whichis reportedly where the Sonic Youth album of the same name received itsmoniker); confusing and stunning at the same time. I listened to all 38minutes and 58 seconds in one listen, and I must say I wasimpressed/confused/stunned/annoyed/fascinated/dismayed. To tell thetruth I don't really quite know how to feel after the experience. It iscertainly an interesting listen, though, I feel, lacking without thevisual component. Although the packaging is well done and contains thecomplete text for the album with two Borthwick-taken photographsrandomly selected from four total, they are a poor substitute for thework that I feel this was inspired by or helped inspire. I wasreminded, strangely enough, of Tortoise's "Djed," and how the firsttime I listened to it I felt similar to how I felt about this project,a collaboration between Borthwick and TREVOR/hollAnd. So I listened toit again. And again. After several listens, I like it more, though I amjust as confused. And perhaps I should be. It's a lot to swallow, and Ifeel I may never fully understand it. But I dare you to try, and I hopeyou can. I just wish I could see the whole piece as it is intended tobe viewed. Then perhaps this release would have more meaning and wouldserver as a reminiscence for something incredibly moving. That's thesense I get from this. I'm missing too much. -
With the Wire banging on about the legendary Dream Syndicate prettymuch every other month you're either going to be gagging to hear theseearly sonic experiments of the long nosed Welsh viola player from theVelvet Underground or you're going to be almost as pig sick of hearingabout it as you are of Radiodread.This third CD of sixties Cale droneand bang is perhaps going to be of most interest to fans of the firstcouple of VU albums as it opens with two long duets with guitaristSterling Morrison. The first could be described as a primitive ambientSonic Youth prediction. 'Stainless Steel Gamelan' finds Cale andMorrison shimmering hazily for ten minutes or so, both hammering awayat one guitar. Cale counterpoints Morrison's beautiful arpeggios withthe gamelan like bashing that gives the track its title. 'At about thistime Mozart was dead and Joseph Conrad was sailing the Seven Seaslearning English' has a poetically fitting if lugubrious title. Calechops up viola drone with the pause button on a tape recorder, fuckingup time in a way which might have suggested the title's historicalnotions. It opens with a deep rolling viola drone over which Morrisonbounces screwdriver handle guitar flotsam. Nearly eight minutes intothe twenty six, Cale starts going amphetamine crazy on the pause buttonmaking hacked random squeakings that'll probably give people who regardRadiodead as 'experimental' a hard time, but should pose no problem topeople who feel that word is a better description of Nurse With Woundrecords. I've never heard anything quite like this before! A vaguely medieval flavoured jazzy trio with horse hoof cloppingpercussionist Angus Maclise and saxophonist Terry Jennings is pleasant,but doesn't really seem to fit in too well with the rest of therelatively exploratory music here. There's a fantastically noisyassault on a piano fed through Tony Conrad's 'thunder machine' (Vox ampreverb) with the suitably ravaged title 'After the Locust' which mighthave sat better on the second CD with the other Conrad duets. It goesout on a humourous lack of notes as Cale's recording of dense layeredviola drones is interupted by a fireman ordering him to go play faraway out in the country somewhere. Of course since then the drone hasled him and his nose far away to several different countries. -
Those who remember the gorgeous eponymous first release by Halifax Pierin 2000 will want to come back for more, and those who have never heardthem should start here."Put Your Gloves On And Wave" is a perfectsophomore effort that highlights what worked the first time whileadding elements that make this time worth revisiting. The melodies andvoices are more haunting than ever, the strings are just as swoopingand grandiose (not losing a bit of their magic), and the addition ofbass and tiny guitar flourishes here and there add a power and chill tothe proceedings that equates to just the right amount of growth forthis Louisville ensemble. Just a little more drive, a bit more swing,and a touch of brevity in the compositions makes for smooth sailing.There's no desire to force any part of this music. Everything developsat its own pace, and changes direction if necessary, as though it had amind of its own. A few lyrical passages are a bit awkward ("Kisses fromwomen someone else loves, and I make them sleep with me"), even if thevoice(s) driving them are confident though understated. And ambientsounds that are added—finger snaps, train noises, backgroundvocals—create an ethereal feeling for some songs, right before thedriving energy returns. All in all, a marked improvement over theirprevious sound, and a worthy successor to any number of releases in myCD player. -
Keigo Oyamada, the boy genius better known as Cornelius, has finallyreturned from a three-year hiatus which followed the release of hiscritically acclaimed 'Fantasma'.His newest offering, a meticulouslystylized ensemble of songs that run the gamut from pretty minimalism(in songs like "Tone Twilight Zone") to unabashed metal silliness (thetongue-in-cheek "I Hate Hate"), is as full of the sophistication andsense of humor as his previous efforts. Cornelius has fortunatelymanaged to maintain his ability for infusing experimental sensibilitiesinto catchy pop tunes, and 'Point' attests to the focus into which hehas brought it. The seamless production throughout the album is at itsstrongest on "Drop". "Another View Point" is a funky, psychedelic discotrack, "Bird Watching At Inner Forest" puts a Latin rhythmic twist onintrospective Japanese lyrics and the cover of "Brazil" with itsrobotic vocals is simply enchanting. His skillful use of acousticguitar in combination with electronics on many of the tracks isrefreshing. 'Point' finishes off with "Nowhere", which conjures imagesof relaxing on the deck a dreamy 1950s cruise ship, sipping mai taiswith paper umbrellas and drifting off into the sunset. Just before itall comes to an end, Cornelius announces, "Point. Stop the music," inwhat serves as a perfect example of the control he sustains over everysecond of the album. Every note seems perfectly calculated and nothingis allowed to run amok, despite the multiplicity of directions in whichthe listener is directed. Oyamada is clearly an audiophile who is morethan happy to share with his listeners the vast array of musical genresfrom which he takes his influence. Perhaps that's the point. -
The first is a remix of "Glue of the World" by Hebden. It stretches the anticipation of the original and tosses a humorously dance-laden drum break into the mix. Think Madonna's "Music" without the shameful Credence rip-off. The second remix is from new-comer Koushik, who recently signed to Hebden's Text Records in the UK. It's a bright, playful number with Koushik's charming vocals propelling the song into genuine indie-pop territory. Manitoba's remix of the same song should come as no surprise if you're familiar with his brilliant Start Breaking My Heart album. He lightens the mood a little bit and keeps the groove as sturdy as the original. The final remix is Boom Bip's version of "No More Mosquitoes." It's much darker than the original, with a chiming interpretation of the vocal melody that bears a weird resemblance to the X-Files theme. Overall this EP is far superior to the "No More Mosquitoes" single from a few months back. The single had an obvious B-sides quality to it that this EP thankfully doesn't have. It stands on its own as a solid addition to the Four Tet catalog. -
The ambient/electronic/noise collage veterans' latest CD features eightunreleased improv pieces recorded live in Europe and the U.S., plus onestudio piece that also appears on the 'Wiretapper 7' CD compilation.Sometimes IOS music can be jarring, such as on their 1998 CD 'BadKarma,' with little sound pranks that I found to be humorous. However,this new CD flows beautifully, without any abrupt changes. The darkambience is derived from electronics, noise, and occasionally musicalinstruments, as you may expect if familiar with theirwork. At live shows, I find that watching the musicians fiddle with buttonsand knobs is distracting. But with eyes closed, the noise may take mesomewhere in my imagination, using the sounds as cues to define a placeor a feeling. Many pieces on this CD achieve this effect. For example,while listening to track four (live in Stockholm), I feel like I'm in astrange old building, where the vacuum cleaner is running non-stop in anearby room, while in my immediate environment are dueling rhythmicclick-scrape noises and an odd chord twanging repeatedly. Then abackground machine din grows and overcomes the other sounds and Iwonder how I'll ever get out of this hellhole. I escape as track five(live at a radio station in Evanston, Illinois) begins with another dinfrom the machine room while a consistent rhythm is provided by a soundreminiscent of a slow drip from a leaky faucet, only each water dropseems to be hitting a drum surface rather than a sink. The densebackground din varies, with swirling pain sounds that sometimes couldbe a drawn-out AWWWWWW cry by some beast (human or other), but what Iimagine as wailing is actually just another electronic sound, not asampled cry. When the train finally comes, it's almost a relief: afamiliar blaring train whistle, one of the few recognizable samples onthis CD. Other pieces on the CD are lighter and sparser, like the pianocut-up that opens the CD. There are also some that feature a heavybuzzing sound, or a high-pitched drone. I enjoy most of the selections here and feel that IOS fans will not be disappointed. -
There are a few prerequisites to enjoying Dan Bern's music: you mustenjoy at least new folk music, great harmonies, and quirky lyrics.Fresh after his departure from Sony's Work label, Bern returns onMessenger Records with this, his fourth album. The man who onceproclaimed "I am the messiah" and wanted balls as big as the swing ofTiger Woods has toned down his smart ass antics only slightly and hasaccomplished his most mature effort to date. Bern has also turned upthe backing band, making for a fiery and aggressive electric sound notheard quite to this level on previous releases. Mostly, Bern workedbest when it was just him and a guitar, playing magical songs of humanrelationships. This time, every arrangement shows a new strength, fromemotionally touching lyric writing on "God Said No" to fun hooting andhollering on "Alaska Highway." The title track is pure, perfect DanBern, as he has yet another conversation with someone who simply cannotaccept his position: "She said 'love, love, love is everything'/I said'ok, I guess, whatever'/She said 'what does that mean?'/I said 'nothin'it's just good to have a backup plan.'" And though not as blatantlyrandom as Wesley Willis, Bern does like to riff on popular icons, wherehere he name checks Rae Dawn Chong, Leo DiCaprio, Britney Spears andKeith Richards, all in the same song. Elsewhere, on "Tape," forinstance, his riffing hits real close to home, displaying tremendousgrowth in Bern's knack for social commentary. I miss the more quirkymoments, but if this is a hint of where Dan Bern is eventually going,I'll join him on the whole journey.
Trawling in mostly sonic experimenters and improvisers from theManchester area, this CD-R compilation offers a partial window on thenoises being made at regular events such as Rotations andaLECTRO_eCOUSTIC throughout 2001.
The laboratory bubbles with the multiple musical personae of itscurator Dave Clarkson, drummer for the now defunct White Cube who endthe CD-R with an oddball ode to sexual shenanigans, singer Su Lisounding off like Eve Libertine of Crass nursing a wound. Dave Clarksonis also behind the sci-fi babble of Gelatine, the sinister drone ofIlluminati, the backwards techno of Midget Gems, the dirty factorygrind of Valis 33 and the mournful serenade of Monte Christo. The RSI label throws up three disparate chunks of audioexperimentation. Disco Operating System float off 'Just East of Lyra,Northwest of Pegasus' with a new track that signals a noisier directionpossibly influenced by Birmingham's cut up noisician Magic City,opening with what sounds like a distorted organ heralding rapidpulsebeat degenerating into abstract dissonance. Magic City starts outwith some random squeaks before erupting in a typically noisy squall.There's also a dose of emotive melodic electronica culled from JJHoward's RSI CD-R 'Human Commodity Recordings'. Then there's the Welsh industrialists of Fflint Central, Pendro andOleum. A Pendro drone opens the lab for experimentation with theorgasmic sighs of Debbie doing Dusseldorf in a chunky synth loop,whilst Oleum lights a 'Corpse Candle' with warped squelching beats andengine rumble whilst the church organist worries about his tuning andtries to convince the vicar to update the hymn book with '20 Jazz FunkGreats'. aLECTRO_eCOUSTIC instigator Daniel Weaver delivers a mulched dose ofsolo cello mooching, with weird bowed and processed noises flying offat tangents to a jovial plucked chugging centre. He also appears on amore frazzled, jagged and abstract short collaboration with electrictoy molestor Alex Impey.Black Curtain play slow guitar and country banjo picking in a 'MelodicaPlaypen' which nods to the likes of Papa M and Pullman. Go Go Ghidorasound like they've caged some hellbeast and miked up its rumblingstomach full of lesser demons. The CD-R can be bought direct from www.planetsounds.co.uk and a secondvolume with a completely different line up is imminent.
Most modern dub just doesn't do it for me. Ditto most straightforwarddance floor music. Put the two together and it shouldn't fare too muchbetter, right? Well, strangely enough, I'm pleasantly surprised howmuch I've been nodding my head while this disc spins. Germany's EchoBeach present the 7th chapter of their "King Size Dub" compilation with11 cuts, over half of which are remixes. Most of these tracks have thesame sort of digital sheen and rhythms that betray the analogue dub ofthe '70s, which I usually prefer, but I don't think that's what they'regoing for here. The subtitle advises 'file under logical dubgression'so they're obviously looking to push the parameters of dub. There's abalance of styles from classic to modern day dabblings in house andtechno. Submission and Pre Fade Listening both utilize Tikiman, myfavorite contemporary dub vocalist. The former, elegantly remixed bysometime Orb member Thomas Fehlman, features my man at the mostanimated I've ever heard him while in the latter he casually goes withthe flow of a thick, nine minute plus techno pulse. Sounds From TheGround work in the the warmth of reggae brass for hire Crispy Horns.Rockers Hifi, State of Emergency and Seeed rock more of a classic bassgroove, Seeed especially so with horns, organ, sonic vortex, 3 piecevocal and way down low end. The remaining tracks by Earl 16,Walkner.Möstl, Tosca, Dubblestandard, Waveform (a far too obviousBeastie Boys sample!) and G-Corp range from good to dull, none that Ihave to skip but none as snappy as the aforementioned. My generallydismissive attitude towards modern dub has been altered quite a bit.
Martyn Bates (Eyeless in Gaza) and Alan Trench (Orchis) return withtheir second album as Twelve Thousand Days. Unlike their 2000 debut "Inthe Garden of Wild Stars" which featured some traditional arrangementsand excerpts of Alfred Lord Tennyson and W. B. Yates, "Devil" isentirely composed by Bates/Trench. But the poet laureate spirit remainsstrong in Bates precious words and delivery. I often find the music andmix of his projects, especially this one, an annoying obstacle betweenhis wondrous voice and myself. Here it's bothersome with headphones butwithout it works just fine. The ten songs are a pretty, sort ofmystical and medieval folk with acoustic guitars, unidentified drones,flute and tambourine, often drenched in reverb. "Glistening Praise" andthe title track are the lengthiest, the latter over 10 minutes, andthey veer off into valleys of instrumental atmospherics. Near the end"The Hand of Glory" disrupts everything, unfortunately, with a blast ofelectrified guitar noise. But the final track "Plea" placates my ownplea by showcasing only the vocal. At first I didn't think this albumcompared to my favorite Bates work, such as "Dance of Hours" and the"Murder Ballads" and "Chamber Music" series, but it continues to growon me.