The Dead C's Michael Morley has been releasing solo albums under the Gate moniker since the mid-'90s, but his latest effort is a curve ball that probably no one saw coming: after a decade-long hiatus, Morley has surfaced with an electronic dance album...of sorts. Thankfully, despite ditching his signature gnarled guitars for synthesizers, drum machines, and a laptop, there is no evidence at all that Michael has gone soft. In fact, A Republic of Sadness attains a whole new level of inspiration and subversion, proving that even catchy dance beats can be crushed beneath the weight of Morley's party-killing world-weariness.
I am convinced that Michael Morley must have recently designed a pedal or software application that filters everything he does through malaise or late-night existential anguish (and if he had a "vaguely hostile nihilism" one before, it must have broke).That is the only possible explanation for a song like "Desert," where he is able to make an over-the-top funky synth hook and a propulsive, bouncy beat sound somehow grimy and hopelessly sad.Of course, the fact that there even are hooks at all here is a bit of a startling development, but Morley definitely bends them to his own aesthetic and there is no danger of him ever scoring a hit or enlivening a dancefloor.Each of these six songs can certainly boast something attention-grabbing, like the machine-like percussion of "All" or the awesomely haunting distorted synth motif of "Trees," but Michael inevitably subverts their undeniable immediate appeal by relentlessly looping them into oblivion for the entire duration of each lengthy song.
Longtime fans of Gate may miss the ugly feedback and shambling menace of both The Dead C and Morley's previous solo work, but in most other respects he seems to be the same guy as always, just using some new tools.For example, he still seems pretty hostile towards any kind of conventional song structure or development (though he has made things a bit tighter and punchier than usual this time around).Also, his vocals are still mumbly as hell and sound like they are being dragged out of him against his will.It is a formula that absolutely should not work at all, but for some perverse reason it does.For all his deliberate self-sabotage and willful wrongness, these pieces all achieve a mesmerizing cumulative power and a very appealing nocturnal bleariness.Few artists would ever attempt something as foolhardy as totally casting aside the very things for which they have been known and revered for 20 years (entropy and guitar abuse, in this case), but Morley clearly knew exactly what he was doing.I don't know if A Republic of Sadness is necessarily an improvement over Gate's more snarling, amorphous, and immediately recognizable earlier works like The Dew Line, but Morley's vision was certainly strong enough to survive the stylistic transition relatively intact.At the very least, this is some of the finest late-night listening that I have heard this year.
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Guitars from Agadez Volume 2 serves not only as a passport to exotic African ports of call but as an empowering recording. Brimming with a spirit often neglected in America’s cogs and gears, Group Bombino unleash protest after protest in vibrant song. Akin to the folk explosion that occurred during the '60s, Group Bombino are keeping their own folk traditions alive in the face of injustice—and though the plight of Agadez is far more sinister than the less than civilized clashes between flower power and '50s conservatism, it is an energy that any listener with the slightest amount of soul can relate to with each listen.
Group Bombino perform two distinct styles throughout the course of Guitars from Agadez Vol. 2.The first half of the album is ‘dry,’ a bucolic style reliant on flesh-created percussion and acoustic guitar. It is the sound of defiant buskers singing of poverty, neglect, and their second-class status. The melodies aren’t far removed from the ragas and psychedelic finger pickings of modern Western folk but the tone is far more exultant and less understated. The idea of music as celebration is explored and that it is done so without any other pretense beyond making music for the masses of Agadez, the results are triumphant.
The energy is dialed up as Guitars from Agadez transitions from acoustic roots into the frenzied electric stylings associated with Taureg. The atmosphere is still thick with oppression and defiance but the happy mood of celebration continues to infect each jangly strum. Just as a generation of hippies protested the shackles of commonality in the face of Vietnam, the music of Group Bombino and his village do so to their Nigerian governmental objectors. This is the beauty of Guitars from Agadez—we are witness to a movement, not only of body but that of mind and soul. We may stand aghast at the idea of a people trapped by landmines and fear but we can also relate to the idea of celebrating community and the resources and family you do have.
The work of Sublime Frequencies does more than we may ever know to educate a generation of adventurous music lovers about the trials of African life, and though we may never fully comprehend the ups and downs of the motherland, we can appreciate its majesty in the songs of its indigenous people. Group Bombino takes pride in maintaining Agadez’s rich music heritage and the sacrifices they make only fuel the soul of Guitars from Agadez. We’re a society spoon-fed on technological spoils and slick corporate creations but Ghoumour Oumara Moctar Bombino and his ragtag crew is untouched by what we take for granted and emboldened by what they do not.
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Shadow Music (also known as Wong Shadow or Thai String Music) has rather unique origins: both its name and (ostensibly) its content were directly borrowed from The Shadows. This confounded me initially, as I had never thought of The Shadows as being particularly influential (compared to, say, The Ventures). However, I have since learned that they were incredibly popular everywhere but the US and that frontman Cliff Richard was essentially the British Elvis Presley (although relatively hip Americans will probably only remember The Shadows for the surf classic “Apache”). Of course, this would not be a very interesting compilation if that influence had been slavish and undiluted and it definitely wasn’t. Instead, traditional Thai melodies were filtered through that instrumental rock influence to create “Thai Modernized Music,” which also absorbed pretty much every other popular foreign musical style that found its way into the country.
Equally strange is that the bulk of the recordings included on this compilation originate from just one man: singer/svengali Payong Mukda, who is responsible for assembling and managing three of the five artists covered (the ridiculous and egotistically named P.M. Pocket Music, The Son of P.M., and P.M. 7). Of the three, The Son of P.M. was the most prolific and probably the best, as their “Cho Cho Chan” and “Lum Jow Praya” stand out as two of the album’s highlights. P.M. 7 and Jupiter’s Latin-tinged “Sawan Bangkok” is equally cool and memorable though.
The album’s opener (The Son of P.M.’s “Luk Tung Klong Yao”) is an extremely representative snapshot of the oddness to come and basically tells listeners all they need to know about to expect from the album. The opening bars feature a simple rockabilly guitar motif that quickly and unexpectedly gives way to something that sounds like a high school marching band. That, however, is itself quickly derailed by a cool psych-rock influenced organ melody that occasionally disappears only to be picked up again by a chorus of women or children. The transitions are not clumsy, but they are disorienting and incorporate several seemingly disparate elements. Throughout it all, heavy Thai percussion and a propulsive, sultry bass line expertly hold the genre-gobbling free-for-all together. The musicianship, enthusiasm, and ambitious arrangements are consistently impressive all over the album, making this deranged stylistic grab bag succeed despite the seeming impossibility and wrongness inherent in the whole genre.
Sublime Frequencies’ resident crate-digger Mark Gergis clearly had his work cut out for himself with this one, as his minimal liner notes show that most information about the artists and their peers has vanished into the swirling mists of history. For example, virtually nothing is known about Jupiter, who appear on roughly a quarter of the album’s songs, and very few of the genre’s artists ever even made it into a recording studio. Consequently, I’m fairly certain that there are a lot of other great Shadow Music tracks out there in the world somewhere, but I am equally sure that no one else will ever find them.
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As ever, Supersilent did not plan what they were going to do for this album before entering the studio. The results clearly reflect this approach to music production, the variation in playing style throughout 9 runs from the staid and minimal end of the spectrum to the wilder edge of improvisation. The four pieces here explore limits of the mighty Hammond organ, the music often sounding distinctly unlike the familiar tones of the Hammond. The opening piece begins with a sparse and largely silent introduction before some tremulous melody lines are played. The music slides out of earshot again, an enigmatic and haunting beginning to the album.
The mood here is very different to what would normally be expected of the Supersilent crew, although occasionally they fall into the type of anti-rhythms that permeate their work. For example, the second piece on 9 begins on a similar path as the opening piece of their last album. However, this path has become overgrown and dangerous since we last walked down it; the sinister horror movie character of the Hammond coming through strongly. This is especially true later in the piece when the organ sounds more like some kind of man-eating theremin/guitar hybrid.
The remainder of the album is given over to more ambient-inclined pieces, which is a little disappointing as I would have enjoyed another “busy” piece or two. Listening to these pieces on their own merit as opposed to part of an album (albums being an unnatural environment for Supersilent’s music based on their working method), their true worth becomes evident. The devil is in the detail and devoting one’s attention fully to the textures within the music reveals the luxuriant and multifaceted tone of the Hammond organ.
I wonder whether Supersilent will now continue without Jarle Vespestad on drums, find a replacement drummer or, Darwin forbid, remain super silent. That last option is too horrible to consider but equally I imagine it would be hard to find someone who could fill the void on the drum stool. As good as this album is, I cannot see them repeating it either in terms of instrumentation or in terms of mood. However, hopefully this shake up to the band’s dynamics will spur them on to further experiment with their already fluid sound. And should this be the last we hear from Supersilent, it is a worthy end to a stunning string of releases.
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There is a danger that Emeralds could just be a formulaic synthesiser band retreading old ground but despite the superficial similarities between their releases, there is something special going on within the music. The three pieces on the first side of this LP leave behind any notion of them being the “bullshit boring drone band” of their debut release; there is way more going on here than the slow soundscapes of earlier releases. “Geode” brings Mark McGuire’s guitar to the front and together the group sounds like something Harmonia would have done if they had started making music for the first time today (but I must point out that this is not simple Krautrock worship). “Diotima” on the other hand takes elements of '90s ambient electronica and experimental rock to create a glacial kaleidoscope of sounds, again McGuire’s precise but irregular guitar arpeggios dancing across the music.
Side B features one long track, “Passing Away,” which distils everything that is great about Emeralds into one dazzling synthesiser jam. John Elliott and Steve Hauschildt’s interlocking synth patterns build up a body of sound which shifts and rearranges itself like a desert in a windstorm. Mark McGuire’s subtle guitar hides amongst the electronic tones, a rare bird occasionally peeking through the mix. The piece dissolves into field recordings of running water and a Buddhist funeral ceremony care of Aaron Dilloway. This juxtaposition of the electronic composition with Dilloway’s documentations of the natural and the divine highlight the ritualistic, psychedelic and organic underpinnings of Emeralds’ music.
Solar Bridge was my album of the year last year but this album puts that one to shame, which is a very bold statement in my book. This is certainly the most impressive thing Emeralds have done yet and given their constant upward trajectory over the last few years, I'm eager to see what the next year brings us.
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Release Date: 29 August 2011
Mute announce the release of a box set of music and film, comprising the original Johnny Yesno film, a new re-imagining of the film alongside 140 minutes of bonus material and 2 CDs including new mixes by Richard H. Kirk plus exclusive tracks.
Peter Care’s controversial short film, ‘Johnny YesNo’, was made in 1979. Its original soundtrack, recorded and produced by Cabaret Voltaire, was released as an album two years later.
Cabaret Voltaire, alongside Human League, Throbbing Gristle, Fad Gadget and The Normal, were at the forefront of the UK Electronic Movement of the late '70s and were, without a doubt, one of the most influential acts of the last thirty years. Way ahead of their time, Cabaret Voltaire were prolific with blending dance music, techno, dub, house and experimental.
Peter Care is mainly known for his directing effort in music videos where he created several groundbreaking works. One of them, Sensoria, became the most successful "underground" video of all time. He worked with REM, Bruce Springsteen, Depeche Mode and Tina Turner, amongst others. More recently, in 2005, Care received a Lifetime Achievement Award for his music videos and directed episodes of the HBO Series, Six Feet Under.
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I'm possibly one of the last brainwashed readers to learn that the two members of FM3 created the Buddha Machine, a plastic, battery-operated device resembling a pack of cigarettes or a cheap AM radio, containing nine different brief ambient snippets that loop endlessly. Whether their original idea was to subvert, mimic, or pay homage to chanting devices that have long been sold in temple gift shops all over China, is unclear and unimportant. Not surprisingly, Brian Eno wet his pants over the device, though to be fair his interest in endlessly self-mutating music is well documented and I mustn't let the fact that I don't yet have one color my comments. Some people buy several and play them simutaneously for the interplay, and it's said that a single device sounds different depending upon location. As with The Caretaker's recent meeting demand by supplying a six-disc set that was available for free download, and his gorgeous blue vinyl edition of Stairway To The Stars, here is further proof of the enduring seductive lure of a physical element in music packaging. The Buddha Machine may resemble the fetishistic magnetism of the i-pod, but in seeking to add nothing to itself, it is the opposite of that ubiquitous mini-library.
This record is the first commercially available attempt at compiling music derived specifically from those original nine loops. There might be a bit too much going on here for this album to be used as a tool for actual meditation, but generally the inactive listener isn’t distracted by much. Alog’s "A Dragon Lies Listening" where cooing gives way to nuances of Mongolian throat singing and choppiness, gets a bit worked up, but it could hardly be described as a barrage of glitch. Likewise, Jan Jelinek, Andrew Pekler and Hanno Leichtmann’s "BuddhaMachineCommercial" could sound like crass intrusion into the calm flow, but their welcome cheekiness recalls both the brilliant spoof ads of Sudden Sway and the unintentional humor of the recent Radio Thailand. The running order is good, especially when the slightly unholy and naturalistic twitter of "Little Yellow" by Blixa Bargeld is complimented by the splendid ethereal hum and quake of Es' contribution which follows.
SunnO))) provide "BP/Simple," an evolving 10 minute piece balancing beauty and restraint that whizzes by like an actual two minute 30 second jukebox hit. Minit also opt for less as more. In places, there are echoes of the work of Die Trip Computer Die and Tarwater, both of whom would have been interesting contributors. Elsewhere, on "Karma-Cola," Adrian Sherwood + Doug Wimbush perhaps predictably take the sound to bass depths which no one else approaches, while Thomas Fehlmann focuses on layering vocals pretty much unadorned.
Jukebox Buddha is a bright yet unflashy record worth returning to, and nicely rounded off by Sun City Girls' piece - the closest approximation of an Aboriginal gamelan mutation that I can recall. Unfortunately, now I believe the only way to cleanse myself of the impure desire to get eight of the original machines, each one a different color, turn them on, run a hot bath...is... to consumate that desire.
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Spires that in the Sunset Rise are an acquired taste, the first time I listened to them I found it hard to get by the singing which sounded flat and the formless song structures but the more I listened to them, the more I could appreciate their music. Despite being used to them at this stage, This is Fire was still hard to get into at first. After a few listens it fell into place. Songs like “Clouds” and “Sea Shanty” are quite loose and chaotic in their arrangement, especially on the former with the violin refrain sounding like someone who has never seen the instrument before, let alone played it. The latter has a strong drumming rhythm as a base but the different elements seem to attack the rhythm as opposed to play with it. It is challenging to enjoy them but once I made the effort I was captivated.
The songs combine a dizzying array of traditional music influences. The different singers use different styles, one of them singing the verses in a European folk style with the others providing harmonies with a more Middle Eastern flavour. The percussion combines Middle Eastern and African traditions, particularly the use of instruments like the mbira. There is always a danger of westerners trying to assimilate other musical traditions and diluting them but Spires in the Sunset Rise have kept the integrity, if not the actual form, of the different influences intact.
This is Fire is fantastic and is a big step forward for the band. There isn’t a chink in their armor at all here. The music is constantly powerful and primal, not only that but the band are quite on their own in terms of style. As unique as I find them, it’s only now that I think they’ve captured the perfect sound that they’ve been striving for.
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Originally created as a way to help friends return to sleep during the stressful period following 9/11, this aural sleeping pill is one of the most peaceful recordings I've heard. Yet surprisingly, this album is never boring. It maintains interest even as it soothes, luring the listener further into its dreamlike logic. Deep waters give way to gentle pulses and short harmonic riffs that fade as if they were never there. A heavier influence intervenes, yet eventually is overtaken by airy drones. The recording displaces time with its lack of obvious signposts, seeming both longer and shorter than its actual length.
As a sleeping aide, it's hard to beat. While staying awake to hear everything it offers is rewarding, it's so purposefully relaxing that doing so is a difficult feat.
It starts slow and distant, ears needing to strain to distinguish the music from the world outside. This duo cello/percussion recording by Mêlèe is the sound of reality smeared across magnetic tape, a world unto itself.
Ben Hall and Hans Buetow balance intelligence and freedom in their inveterate playing here, both reinvent their instruments. The obvious communication is astonishingly prescient, tones rising like arterial strains of feedback. The cello comes out of the darkness like the foghorn of slowly sinking ships once bound for meat markets. The stretch and scuff of metal has he sound of an arcane musicality, but with the precisions of practiced improvisation. This single track is a rudimentary exploration of the now, at times both harsh and beautiful. The organic basis of their sound brings the sound of signal overload that comes and goes without the battering of equipment or abuse of dials.
A niggling mosquito itch terrorises a suite of frayed strings, the returning whimpers breathing in new life with heaped organic treble sounds. It’s near the song’s end that a leisurely looping tone begins that engulfs the record, that particular type of sound that his different parts of the brain depending where you move your head you hear it in different parts of your brain. Beautiful string lines come and go, as does a bouncing ball percussive tap, there aren’t any many corners Mêlèe can’t get into. A perfect record.
Subliminal Sounds
Tom Zacharias was something of a renaissance man: Sweden's first malepin-up, a successful film and television producer, singer andsongwriter of a string of well-received LPs, and the mastermind behind Belinda and Belinda's Daughter,to my knowledge the only albums ever to have been conceived and createdspecifically to be sold from ads in the back of porn magazines. This isthe sort of thing that could only have happened in the Sweden of theearly 70s, with the sexual revolution in full swing and people waitingin lines around the block for mainstream erotic films like I Am Curious Yellow.In 1973, Zacharias was approached by businessman, inventor andastrologer Stefan Brydolf, who proposed that he write, perform andproduce two concept albums of erotic rock, along with an accompanyingerotic novel. The novel was written, and the LPs were recorded with thehelp of Sweden's finest session musicians, and everything sold fairlywell. The next logical market was North America, so Zacharias recruitedNew Yorker Suzy Heine to translate and re-dub the lyrics in English,and ads were placed in US men's magazines like Screw and Hustler.Unfortunately, they never received even one order, and the album wasshelved. Now Sweden's Subliminal Sounds have released this collection,which gathers together the never-before-heard English language tracks,together with both of the Swedish LPs. I have rarely heard anything asfunny or as shocking as the first six tracks on this disc; funky 70sacid rock with completely over-the-top pornographic lyrics. Startingoff with a sleazy fuzz-guitar solo, "Dirty" quickly erupts intoalarmingly direct pornographic provocation: "You want to suck a cockand lick a hairy pussy/And wear sexy underwear and paint your face/Youwant a cock up your ass and rubber ducks in your bath/You'd like toscrew every sailor in the place...You want a 10-year old virgin to useand abuse/You'd like your friends to gangbang your mother-in-law/Whileyou watch it all and jerk off on her shoes." Singer Suzy Heine eruptsinto perverse Karen Finley-style shrieking, detailing every sexualperversion imaginable: S&M, incest, rape fantasies, foot fetishismand homosexuality are all celebrated with equal zeal. What's mostamazing is the infectiously funky jamming by the session musicians,which is really quite good, a terrific specimen of mid-70s acid-funk.It's tempting to compare it to porn soundtrack music, but I don'trecall any porn soundtracks with music this accomplished. A closerparallel might be Blaxploitation music, an apt comparison, becauseZacharias often reminds me of a Swedish Rudy Ray "Dolemite" Moore. Fornon Swedish-speakers, this disc loses a little bit of momentum aftertrack six, because the remainder of the tracks are from theSwedish-language LPs, but the music is still fun. Belinda isabsolutely essential; I don't where else you'd get to hear suchlanguid, trippy rock music accompanying lyrical refrains like: "There'sa he-man on the sofa with a hard-on, giving me the go-ahead sign/Aboutfour cocks at a time is all I can handle, with someone sucking mine."
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