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04 September 2006

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Hydra Head
 
The 10 songs that make up this splattered album only clock in at 23 minutes and some change. The songs are quick bursts of dramatic vocals, completely damaged guitars, and drums that rumble more than they keep time. Songs sort of stumble out of the gates and from there become increasingly brazen, almost drunk in their movements, and with one exception they're brief and finish as quickly as they begin. The problem arises when it quickly becomes evident that there's nothing for me to hang onto from song to song. This might as well be one long album of sonic connect the dots, but with a twist: in order to play it's necessary to try and keep up with the band's narcotic imagination. This is competitive connect the dots with a bunch of wolverines that have been fed dangerous amounts of PCP.

The band's attack is fierce, but often goofy. The doodling guitars illicit circus-like imagery, the vocalist brings to mind a strange admixture of Elvis and a carney whose side show ends with pornographic encores featuring the bearded lady and a tub of vaseline, and some of the effects sound like they belong on a record by The Locust. It's all fun and games, but fun and games that are quickly forgotten. Almost as quickly as the band ends some of its songs, I forget about them. I can recall phrases of strangeness that I like to try and imitate with my mouth and laugh about afterwards, but I can't pin them to a song or to an idea. The only lyric that sticks out in my mind is the opening line, "I've been called a sinner, wrongdoer, evil doer..." and I love how off kilter it sounds, but the sloppiness the band employs on one song is severely modified on the next track, to a point where I feel like many of these songs may not even belong together.

Despite the brevity of some of these tracks, many of them could be edited down even further. "Providence by Gaslight" has two or three wonderful sections to it that come immediately to mind and, in fact, it's one of the only songs that sticks out in my mind. Running just under the two minute mark, there's probably a solid 45 seconds of nonsense that could be cut out. Not only would it give the music a more immediate flavor, it'd cut away the messy stuff that sounds like filler for the rest of the song. It's as though the band asked themselves, "how can we get from point A to point B without actually connecting the two parts together?" Other songs suffer the same problem, but at least "Providence by Gaslight" has a melody and a rhythm section that are memorable. Maybe other musicians will appreciate this more than I can, but as it stands this is showy technical metal that never escapes its technical side.

samples:

• Recorded Inside a Pyramid
• Providence by Gaslight
• Cheers, Pricks

04 September 2006

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Bangor

Each of the four pieces were recorded in a different location with a different crew. The first, "Sequences of a Warm Front" is the longest, taking up just over a half of the 23 minute long release as a 12-minute epic string piece.  Recorded at the infamous Hotel2Tango in 2003/2004 It works in approximately three movements: a pleasant but droney intro builds for about three minutes before leading into a hurried frenzy. As it approaches the five minute mark, it's like listening to the score for Psycho, but they gradually stretch out their phrases one by one until the nine minute mark, where the trio are deftly playing with a sort of minor key modality Silver Mt. Zion and Set Fire to Flames fans will connect with.

The next three are much shorter but no less epic: "Low Pressure Phenomena," recorded in Montreal by Harris Newman is very attacking at first but in less than three minutes unravels into a gorgeous piece of multitextural beauty; "Thunderheads and Radar" is more avant-compositional, opening with Foon's cello, passing the baton to Heistek's viola, and coming back to a cello-driven piece with only the decorations of Troudeau's violin; and "Line Squall" ends the release with a punchy and upbeat but dissonant jam, which is also nice, but it almost reminds me what's missing.

This isn't chamber music for stuffy concert halls or aristocratic patios: it's string music for, lack of better term, the rock audience. However, four string-only pieces in a row isn't the easiest thing to sit through if the demands it makes on its listeners are that which command the attention of something like a rock performance. The music is well composed and and all the players are clearly quite dextrous but there's a hook missing somewhere. Perhaps these songs could use to be nestled into either a minimal various artist compilation or split release where somebody like Triple Burner could trade off with guitar and drum songs, all coming together in the end for some mutual moments of ecstasy.

samples:

• Sequences of a Warm Front
• Low Pressure Phenomena
• Thunderheads and Radar

04 September 2006

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Darla

Continental was a very sad album to listen through start to finish. To me it was like listening to somebody whose heart ached for that special someone to return and fill the void left behind when they departed. There was an emptiness right down the middle where something else belonged. While Robin is not joined by a lead vocal for Everlasting, there's a considerable amount of space filled in, making these four songs a far better listen than the 10 on the LP.

"Bordertown" opens the EP with a lush texture, and although it's rich and serene, the melody is quite repetitive and unjoined by opposing elements before the refrain. "Fountain," the other upbeat song on the disc has the sprinklings of organ and keyboard sounds that are new for me to hear on his works, and not offensive in the least. Guthrie is a fantastic gearhead: he still manages to achieve the best sounds possible and finds the perfect balance between all of the elements.  As a composer, however, he is clearly still holding on to the verse-chorus-verse school of songwriting, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but if there's anything we've learned from the 1990s is that there are more challenging approaches to take when left without a singer.

While it's far more enjoyable than Continental, the problem still remains: there's no denying this sounds like a Cocteau Twins record without Simon and Liz. Although the music has more counter-melodic elements, even on the sparse closer "Everlasting" and the Victorialand-era sounding "A Sigh Across the Ocean," the sing-along-ability of a lead instrument is simply not here as well as the chugging bass lines which drove the best Cocteau Twins songs. It kind of makes me wonder if all these songs from the LP and EP weren't started in the hopes for a Cocteau Twins reunion following that ill-fated live festival appearance which never took place.

I do have hope, however, as it sounds like Robin may have accepted the fact that Continental sounded very lonely. He's joined on Everlasting by collaborators on three out of four songs, so with any luck this trend will continue and something magnificent will come out of him. I'm not giving up.

samples:

• Bordertown
• A Sigh Across the Ocean
• Fountain  

04 September 2006

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Hydra Head
 
Where guitar solos may have once reigned supreme, atmospheric use of heavily distorted guitar riffs and choral keyboards now stand proud. Where the once mighty explosion of double-bass barrages declared the rhythmic brutality of many metal acts, slow and precise drum machines now plod away and leave only heavy, recognizable tracts of groove in their paths. Black metal has always been a distant cousin to death metal, heavy metal, thrash, and all the various permutations that the name "metal" has given a home to; it was intended to be that way. There was always a recognizable link between black metal and its relatives, though, especially in the early days where some bands were mistaken for thrash or death metal when said bands meant to fly that black metal flag proudly. Malefic, however, has a mind to leave all that nonsense behind. His music isn't metal, it may not even be recognizable as black metal, but it is heavy and dark and for that reason most people probably won't care what it's called.

Malefic's attitude towards composition, melody, and rhythm, however, put him at a great distance from other head-pounding numbskulls who swear allegiance to racial pride, religious absolutism, and/or misogyny. His sense of space and openness make Subliminal Genocide a pleasure to hear, much less painful than I suspect he imagines it. "Disharmonic Convergence" opens the album with a lo-fi recording of a piano layered with the sound of human voices and thick reverberation. It's a soupy, thick arrangement that serves only as an introduction to the massive "Prison of Mirrors," the album's proper opening song. It runs nearly 13 minutes and kicks off with a vicious scream that announces the pain Malefic evidently feels just as well as his song titles do (with names like "Beauty Is Only Razor Deep" and "Arcane and Misanthropic Projection" can there be any doubt what these songs are about?). The drums are buried deep in the mix, less important than the slush of guitars and keyboards that clearly move together to form a kind of wall of melody. It's powerful, loud, and demented, yet it's clearly well developed, with peaks and valleys full of quiet interludes and giant swells. If anything this is a chamber piece for guitars, keyboards, and effects, not merely metal.

Malefic's voice sounds excellent and the people who fell in love with his performance on Sunn O)))'s Black One will be doubly pleased by his efforts on Subliminal Genocide. It's rocky, completely from the throat, as though he's been gargling quicksand and concrete for hours at a time before singing. The aforementioned "Arcane and Misanthropic Projection" features one of the nastiest vocal performances I've ever heard, Malefic sounding as though he's being tortured slowly by the noise surrounding him. That song, too, completely flies over the head of black metal and soars off into it's own territory. I just can't bring myself to imagine this as metal performance; the theatrics and enormous range of ideas that the Xasthur project employs don't exactly fit well into any category I can think of. The almost acoustic interludes and classical themes that this album contains has more in common with some of Burzum's more oddly ambient tracks, but are also far more musical and less repetitive. The bleak attitude Malefic takes might, for some, place him in the same league as other long haired, corpse paint sporting, wizard obsessed wankers, but his vocal performances, melodic sensibilities, and his understated, simple, and effective arrangements place him far ahead of almost every black metal band I've ever heard. That's because Xasthur is willing to incorporate more influences into his music than any of his contemporaries are. As such he's a hell of a lot more exciting and lot more interesting to listen to.

samples:

• Prison of Mirrors
• Trauma Will Always Linger
• Loss and Inner Distortion

03 September 2006

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Neurot

Pummeling and abrasive, the album opens with a piercing scream that incites the band to unleash their fury. The guitar is crisp and angular, the bass nasty and gutteral, and the drums quicken the pulse with stringent emphasis. The band excels at switching gears with tempo changes and noisy asides that invigorate the main riffs when they return.

Because of the tone of the guitars, the fullness of the drums, and the structure of some of the songs, my first impression was that the group takes more than a few cues from The Jesus Lizard, although some of that can be attributed to the way Steve Albini recorded and mixed this material. Yet the band is far from merely imitative and has a strong sense of dramatic delivery to complement the vocals of singer Julie Christmas, and it’s her stylistic variations that give the songs their personality. Not only does her melodic approach change from song to song, but she also never rests on formula or cliché for articulation. In addition to having a number of different screams at her disposal, she’s seemingly possessed by evil spirits on “Mandatory Bedrest,” and whispers child-like on the beginning of “Death in April.” On “Out” she proves she’s not afraid to shred her vocal cords for the sake of the song. One of the tracks is a brief, instrumental lullaby that provides respite before the storm continues on “Mr. Prison Shanks,” with its weirdly beguiling riff. “Gunt” starts slow and brooding before the band erupts for the album’s harrowing finale.

The group isn’t afraid to take chances, from the songwriting to the cringe-inducing cover art, and it’s a risk that pays dividends. As unsettling as their exploration of dark subject matter can be, it’s also perversely pleasurable and cathartic.

samples:

• Silverback
• Mandatory Bedrest
• Mr. Prison Shanks

03 September 2006

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Blossoming Noise
 
Despite the brutish entry "First Movement" makes, Elementalitiesis undoubtedly a more polished and reserved recording than anything I've heard from this multi-faceted percussionist. The source material for this album is from a performance in October of 1990 at the Wang Concert Hall in Amsterdam. It was originally released by Soleilmoon and is here reconsidered by z'ev. The information provided in the rather beautiful and austere booklet relates a connection between the music and the first thirteen verses of Proverbs Chapter 30, which z'ev refers to as "The Oracle of Blood." References to the number 1440 also suggest some relation between this recording and the sometimes mystical attitude taken towards numbers in religion. Each of the movements is provided a single page full of text and each of these pages makes some reference to a mysterious "Her," perhaps of an animal nature. All of the text fits quite nicely with z'ev's processed drums, echoed rattles, and deep reverberations, but it's difficult to understand just how closely they tie into the original performance. There is a sense that z'ev is trying to say something about the nature of re-approaching music and establishing some new connection with it. That connection, however, is never clearly defined nor explained.

The music itself seems stationary, confined to the same series of movements for the duration of its existence. It sounds as though all of the percussive energy z'ev normally releases has been amassed into the same place and allowed to roll down a very steep hill. Sounds unfold out of each other, all of them primarily metallic, but it's difficult to discern just how much of the source material has been edited and how much has been left alone. What is evident is that the music begins to sound tame at some point, turning inward instead of exhibiting the kind of bombast I've heard from z'ev, especially the material available on the collection One Foot In the Grave. Many of the percussive sounds that would have jumped or stung had they been left untouched now sizzle and rumble, unraveling where they might have attacked.

It isn't completely unsatisfying, however, but it is a bit surprising to hear z'ev work in this mode. By "Ninth Movement" it is unclear whether or not this is meant to keep my attention or provide background sound for some other purpose. It is enjoyable, but not ear catching, and it certainly feels less tangible or immediate. The jump from unprocessed, purely percussive performance to edited and processed sound steals an edge away from z'ev that I didn't even recognize as primary to his work until now.

samples:

• Second Movement
• Fourth Movement
• Seventh Movement

03 September 2006

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Important

Black Tar Prophecies shows a new side to Grails. Previous to this I’ve found them quite boring: a post-rock band in the most clichéd sense. Having lost their violin player (quite literally, he’s gone missing) they have had to reassess their way of playing. The rapid shift in direction has benefited their development, however. They explore a wide variety of styles to create a psychedelic mood with a vaguely eastern hue to most of the music. There’s even a deliciously dirty jazz quality that rears its head from time to time, most noticeably on “Bad Bhang Recipe” which has a touch of Barry Adamson about it.

The album has an extremely clean sound to it (even the fuzzed out guitar). The production and mix have been very sympathetic to the music. “Back to the Monastery” sounds like Grails are playing live in the room while “Black Tar Frequencies” shows more evidence of postproduction which don’t sound like they were just tacked on, the echo added to all the percussion instruments suits the mood of the piece perfectly. The production isn’t too pristine; the warmth of the instruments is still preserved.

Two pieces stand out on Black Tar Prophecies: “Stray Dog” and the title track. Guitars, bouzouki and banjo create a swirling, hypnotic and hallucinogenic rapture. It's fantastic enough to make me wish it was at least five times as long. “Black Tar Prophecy” amalgamates all the different musical threads from the previous tracks. I don’t have as many adjectives for it as I do for “Stray Dog” but it is a powerful piece nonetheless. Grails pick up the pace on this piece compared to most of the other tracks which are more laid back. It’s a nice, uplifting way to end the album.

Black Tar Propechies is a great release and I now regret not getting the original 12” releases when they came out as I would have loved to have had more time with this music. At this point, it is hard to find those vinyls now and I would hate to have to get the same music again for the two songs not on the first two volumes. As it stands, Grails have definitely earned my admiration with this release and if it’s not in my top albums of the year I’ll be very surprised.

samples:

• Bad Bhang Recipe
• Stray Dog
• Black Tar Prophecy

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AA Records

With this being Nate Young’s (Wolf Eyes) label, this record is unsurprisingly populated with his extended musical family. Dead Machines, Burning Star Core, Failing Lights, Graveyards, Aaron Dilloway and Religious Knives all do their thing, sometimes cutting some of their finest work to date here. The sound, on a technical (‘ooh look at my posh separates stereo’) level, is, as expected with this line-up, uniformly atrocious. But whoever truly cares about getting music only via carefully crafted sound are probably not going to be checking out any of these acts anyway. Combined with that lathe edge, the sound has a border of murkiness and static that only adds to its subterranean feel. The worlds of broken machine where man and weed meet in basements across America.

Amongst the consistently incredible tracks is another in the great run of Failing Lights' subtler material, a woozy Graveyards session and the greasy smeared musical imprint of Charlie Draheim. Snuck away inside these tracks is a recording of NASA chatting to the original moon landing crew, although I have no idea why. This piece very quickly becomes a mild irritant to an otherwise perfect recording, apart from this though the album stands a definitive cross section of a multi-faceted genre.

samples:

• Hive Mind - Untitled
• Graveyards - Untitled
• Religious Knives - Untitled

02 September 2006

Scott Mckeating

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This is the final instalment in D_Rradio’s 7" trilogy for Distraction records, so it’s only right it be seasoned with melancholy. These two hybrid organisms continue this series' flow by excavating stratums of colorful electronic music through fragmented arrangements.

Distraction

“Out of Love”s cranked slo-mo start blossoms into life as the loosest track yet in this series, the breaks and warm sliding guitar part held together with sticky tape. The glitchy beginnings of “You Hold my Breath” quickly give way to what appears to be a seemingly slow build. Over the length of the track it becomes apparent that it’s never going to reach its fulminating moment. Held together with wobbly rivets, much like the flipside “Out of Love”, it moves without a real structure. The elements of synth and flickers of sitar may never gain a strong enough foothold in an obvious melody, but the song remains startlingly fresh. Bizarrely, in its dying moments it picks up a New Order styled vibe but cracks up and skitters out.

The brief glimpse may be a hint of a new direction, something a little more pop / song orientated, or it could be just the way the layers fell.