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Brand new music by Marie Davidson, Niecy Blues (feat. Joy Guidry), CEL, Marisa Anderson and Luke Schneider, Stina Stjern, Carmen Villain, Murcof, A Lily, and Far Golden Pavilions, with music from the vaults by Tomaga, Ozzobia, Jan Jelinek.
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Ossian Brown's first book “Haunted Air” is published by Jonathan Cape in the UK on the 28th October. Focussing on Ossian's phantasmagorical collection of early Hallowe'en photography, America c. 1875 - 1955, his unique and extraordinary book comes with an introduction by David Lynch and an afterword by Geoff Cox. “Haunted Air” is available for pre-order from the Random House website.
“The roots of Hallowe’en lie in the ancient pre-Christian Celtic festival of Samhain, a feast to mark the death of the old year and the birth of the new. It was believed that on this night the veil separating the worlds of the living and the dead grew thin and ruptured, allowing spirits to pass through and walk unseen but not unheard amongst men. The advent of Christianity saw the pagan festival subsumed in All Souls’ Day, when across Europe the dead were mourned and venerated. Children and the poor, often masked or in outlandish costume, wandered the night begging ‘soul cakes’ in exchange for prayers, and fires burned to keep malevolent phantoms at bay.
From Europe, the haunted tradition would quickly take root and flourish in the fertile soil of the New World. Feeding hungrily on fresh lore, consuming half-remembered tales of its own shadowy origins and rituals, Hallowee’en was reborn in America. The pumpkin supplanted the carved turnip; costumes grew ever stranger, and celebrants both rural and urban seized gleefully on the festival’s intoxicating, lawless spirit. For one wild night, the dead stared into the faces of the living and the living, ghoulishly masked and clad in tattered backwoods baroque, stared back.”
The photographs in Haunted Air provide an extraordinary glimpse into the traditions of this macabre festival from ages past, and form an important document of photographic history. These are the pictures of the dead: family portraits, mementoes of the treasured, now unrecognisable, other. Torn from album pages, sold piecemeal for pennies and scattered, abandoned to melancholy chance and the hands of strangers.”
Diane Cluck - Oh Vanille / Ova Nil
180g audiophile vinyl
Oh Vanille / Ova Nil has been reissued on 180g audiophile vinyl, pressed by 3 Syllables Records in Cardiff, Wales. The album has been mastered by the legendary Ray Staff at Air Studios in London and includes two unreleased bonus tracks.
The record is packaged in double weight card stock with embossed titles and a full color, double weight inner sleeve with song lyrics.
The records are in stock and are now shipping.
1. all i bring you is love
2. half a million miles from home
3. telepathic desert
4. easy to be around
5. the turnaround road
6. sandy ree
7. bones and born again
8. petite roses
9. held together (let go if you will)
10. yr million sweetnesses
11. wild deer at dawn
12. EZ demo*
13. gedifra*
*previously unreleased
Isis are undeniably one of the most popular hard rock independent label bands in the business while Aereogramme deserve to be right up there with them, headlining mega shows with the same numbers. Both have soft and loud moments, both Aaron Turner and Craig B can coo like a dove and scream like Satan's spawn, but, even as this is one of the best In the Fishtank releases, I'm skeptical if it will gain new fans for either entity.
Both bands are known for epic monstrosities, so it comes as no surprise that 2/3 of the songs here hover around 10 minutes, but fans who are looking for massive dynamic shifts might feel a little let down. The EP is a technical success: while I was expecting some soup of distortion, the stellar production actually allows for each participant to be truly heard. On the first song, "Low Tide," for example, it slowly evolves over time, with Craig's crooning vocals against the ever powerful bass riff, straight up rock drums, and guitar. Drums and guitar give way to the distorted beats while the bass guitar lingers, ominous, like a heavy pendulum. The power is in the restraint here. We're expecting somebody to break, somebody to burst, but it's possibly a competition between both entities to see who can hold out longest.
"Delial," is once again driven by the killer bass riff, it reaches a peak early but isn't completely overblown with the layered screams, and nicely doesn't let the hum of the guitar pedal trail on and on like a tired cliche. "Stolen" opens like a pleasant Aereogramme ballad with Craig's echoed vocals buried almost entirely in the distance under a marching drum, beats and bass part for a gorgeous mid section with a thump and clap that brings me back to one of my favorite OMD songs (and possibly one of my favorite songs ever), "The Romance of the Telescope." Its vastness is more oceanic than Oceanic, and as it ends with the unexpected sounds of birds at low tide (strangely enough it's not the song titled "Low Tide"), at 10 minutes it feels like it stopped without trailing off needlessly.
What makes this a high-ranking In the Fishtank is that unlike past experiences, it doesn't sound like two bands just fucking around and releasing whatever came out. This has been my problem with things like the ones from Sonic Youth and even Tortoise. It's short, yes, and I would prefer something a bit longer and with a bit more variety, but these excellent 24 minutes sound very nicely following Aereogramme's Seclusion EP, issued over here earlier this year, coincidentally with cover art by Aaron Turner.
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Despite being a duo, Hototogisu have always had the vibe of a recluse within their music. There’s always been a distance and privacy in their sound since Matthew Bower (Skullflower / Sunroof!) and Marcia Bassett (Double Leopards / Zaimph) first teamed up a few records into Hototogisu’s discography. Within the morass of sounds there’s always been a huge human element, but it’s never been a consciously communicative voice. Hototogisu have always been unique in the field of drone rock, pushing competition into either straight up plagiarism or shunting them into reinvention.
This is music deeply seated in ritual and purging, a great human heaving of ideas and emotions, but never rooted in structure or the obvious. This Brooklyn / Leeds team-up are charging white horses through crowds of their peers, taking heads nonchalantly as they go. Even their sleeves add to the band’s mythology, from the cult metal logo and alchemically crafted artwork, there’s a focus on the darkly gothic, without the bullshit accoutrements. This cover features a big cat skull gripping a steel ball in front of shards of broken glass, a bizarre but oddly elegant image.
Their back catalogue is in good company with this LP, an astoundingly deep sounding record with minimal electronics and a lot of guitar action. Chimärendämmerung takes the guitar from its obvious forefront position and splits it open like a patient mid-operation. Using its tactility and historical connections to emotional peaks this pair wreck what a guitar is supposed to be for. While the song still squirms, they ride it between ceremonial blasts of drone and lost-in-the-wilderness sandstorm prayers. Bower and Bassett don’t just blow minds for a living; they do it on their weekends too. With Chimärendämmerung they avoid both the piebald wacky instrumentation and shambolic anything-goes of many acts that seem to have been pulled into their wake. There is a very substantial something made here from screaming feedback and patterns from other unidentifiable instruments. This is most clearly heard on the second untitled piece as it layers up a melody under nineteen minutes of high-energy feathered drone. This leaves cataracts of ravaged almost solos sitting happily alongside a snaking echoing alleyway whistle. Everything here sounds organic and alive; this is an album that demands immersion. Within Hototogisu’s flattened tones and squalls of scrap metal there’s an unsettling world underneath, whispering beneath the mess. Even still Hototogisu manage to summon up a cacophony of bell-like waterfalls of noise, but one that’s tempered with hope.
The record’s human heart comes through Bassett and Bower’s obsessive input, the constructed conflict between their instruments and white lightning sheets of energy and. For all the darkness associated with the drones of the band, they never slip into dredging the sounds of senescence and death. Hototogisu skilfully use a dab of metal’s grandeur and mood without all the pomposity (Hello there, Sunn O))))), pitching it into a rootless maelstrom. The three central pieces on the LP are shifting series of explosions of noises book ended by two shorter tracks (all untitled); the programming has each track brickwalling into the next with no gaps. The song’s layers of rise and fall hum and loops of melody work better upon close inspection. The record’s higher tones seem to congregate on the later parts of the record, the buzzing of a thousand corpse flies failing to obscure the scraping viola saws for too long. The prima facie view of something as deceptively rich as Bower/Bassett’s work is often one of a mere onslaught of noise. This pair didn’t build their reps from just sitting back and blasting people rigid in their seats, although they undoubtedly could.
Taking a wider look back at the Hototogisu back catalogue, this is as easily digestible a peak as they’ve ever reached. Bassett and Bower have settled, if you can use that word in association with something so deeply driven, into a majestic furrow of sound. Every sound seems handmade and purposefully placed with this duo, even in the molten heat of the thickest barricades of barbed feedback.
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Isis are undeniably one of the most popular hard rock independent label bands in the business while Aereogramme deserve to be right up there with them, headlining mega shows with the same numbers. Both have soft and loud moments, both Aaron Turner and Craig B can coo like a dove and scream like Satan's spawn, but, even as this is one of the best In the Fishtank releases, I'm skeptical if it will gain new fans for either entity.
The latest release in an impressive line of ‘Merz’ titled releases onImportant may prove to be Merzbow’s most easily enjoyable and finestbeat related work to date. Masami Akita continues to fight thegood fight on behalf of the animal kingdom though his arsenal of noise,static, fury and a trusty drum machine.samples:
Thisguy who seems to care about the welfare of animals and suffers from asevere case of misanthropy has me entranced. Masami Akita'spredisposition to releasing animal-related albums has spawned yetanother record that has perhaps no sonic relation to its title or PETAsponsorship.At certain points listening to Senmaida reminds me of what itmust feel like to be torn to pieces and relocated somewhere else, likestepping into the transporters in all those sci-fi television series. Iused to listen to a Merzbow records a few times a year and then shelvethem for whenever I decided a headache was in order or whenever I feltlike listening to something that would purify my mind and wipe mymemory clean. When "Tract 3" kicks in with it's game-like, poppingrhythm and the call of animal sounds, it's hard to believe that Merzbowhas been doing anything but this for his entire career. This isn't aharsh noise extravaganza, it's simply my favorite Merzbow album to dateand one of the best records I've heard all year.
Save for a few animal sounds clearly tucked away under Akita's monumental barrage of noise splatter, Senmaidais a predominantly rhythmic album that is catchy enough to keep thealbum in my player. The inclusion of beats over his white noise,all-the-sounds-in-a-blender provided a way for Akita to explore his noise further. NowAkita has almost completely eschewed the pure noise approach andcreated something vaguely new so far as my knowledge of the infiniteMerzbow catalogue goes. Don't get me wrong, there are still longstrokes of jumbled chaos riddled all over this disc, but morediscernable samples are used and space is absolutely essential to eachof the three tracks.
The variations in tempo, timbre, and intensity make for a far more interesting album and, instead of sounding simply loud and powerful, Senmaida has a dark feel to it that isn't too far removed from all the dark jungle or drum 'n bass that was popular years back. The beats aren't what is out of control, though, it's the dark, mechanical, nearly industrial pulse of Merzbow's percussion that seems the most sane and consistent part of the record. Above those beatings, however, is the rattle of marbles being chucked around inside the skull of dead animal, the ADD-driven smashing of a billion toms hurtled through a wood cutter with the performer still attached, and all the digital means necessary to pin it all together.
The word "senmaida" literally means "a thousand rice paddies" and, so far as a thematic must go, serves as Akita's way of saying "don't eat animals." The album cover, however, sports a cartoon rabbit shooting a needle into a human's eyeball, the individual being strapped down to a medical bed and looking awfully uncomfortable. I guess Akita has never claimed he was the master of holding down a narrative, but whatever the case may be, this is one of Merzbow's strongest records.
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Deerhoof have always done an admirable job of spanning the wide gulfbetween pure pop and pure noise. The most recent release from the San Franciscoquartet is their strongest synthesis of noise and pop yet.
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- Special edition LP, limited and numbered to 633 copies
Deluxe heavy duty cover / LP about 200g
- CD Digipak 3 panels
Rotorelief releases, in 2010, a series of new albums from Sand as well as a reissue of their obscure and rare album Golem, and albums by Nurse with Wound and Current 93.
This series of albums from Sand is called “INXOM”, the series title having one letter for each album. So, 5 albums of Sand are to be released.
Two more albums from Nurse with Wound and Current 93, two groups who helped to bring to light the mystery that is Sand, increase the number of letters in the title. With these last two albums the series becomes INXODEM.
His First Steps – Golem - Desert Navigation - Sylph Ballet – North Atlantic Raven. And Chromanatron by Nurse With Wound and When the May Rain Comes, cover versions of Sand by Current 93.
The present album is a reissue of Golem, the legendary album from the cosmic and psychedelic genius that is Sand.
Johannes Vester
Ludwig Papenberg
Ullrich Papenberg
Face A :
01. HELICOPTER
02. OLD LOGGERHEAD
Face B :
03. MAY RAIN
04. ON THE CORNER
05. SARAH
There is something magical and inexplicable in creation, and Sand manifest absolutely these mysterious phenomena. Story-tellers, musicians, shamans, geniuses, Sand were known, at the end of the 60s, as P.O.T. (Part of Time). Then Sand - Ludwig Papenberg and his brother Ullrich Papenberg, and Johannes Vester, developed a more avant-gardist, proto-industrial, visionary experimental approach, a truly unique entity in the history of music.
Not dependant on a classical “Krautrock” style, Sand is nevertheless part of this movement of German cosmic/psychedelic bands, as well as being the originators of proto-industrial musics.
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Both of these artists have discographies that consistently combine the worlds of laptop based electronica and the purest, most natural possible human instrumentation into strong, cohesive works, and this collaboration is no exception. With Minamo's blending of folk and experimental electronics and English's penchant for dulcet tones and field recordings, the results are an even more perfect synthesis of the varying styles.
English is a prolific solo artist who has released a large body of work on his own label, as well as a recent 7" on Touch that was uncharacteristically abrasive.After hearing that single, I wasn’t sure what to expect on this collaboration, but he has mostly returned to the sparse, inviting tones and field recordings that I am familiar with.While Minamo's albums on 12k were already rather subdued recordings, here that becomes even more pronounced, leaning more on acoustic guitar and gentle electronics rather than the more kraut inspired leanings on their other albums.
The opener, "The Path," encapsulates the album in a single piece:a foghorn like melody bellows off in the distance as birdsongs appear like gulls by the sea.Then, a soaring harmonium drone and delicate acoustic guitar arrives, complicating the sound but never becoming too dense.The piece builds in complexity, with a relatively thick mix by the end, which somehow manages to be dense, yet spacious at the same time. Many of these elements appear throughout the remainder of the album, but never in a repetitive manner.The field recorded crickets and distant sounds that open "Headlights" suggest the unknown, but in a mysterious, rather than sinister manner.While the opening half is more spacious and ambient, the closing portions focus more on the electronics.
The long "Springhead," which stretches over 17 minutes, is a consistently evolving and mutating piece, first focusing on chimes and long, sustained tones droning on and on, but then later there are buried melodies and complex sound structures to be found, shifting the mood from pensive melancholy to dramatic flourish and back again throughout. The closing "Fireworks," however, is the most bizarre track when placed in context.Compared to the previous song’s careful mixing of subtle electronic sounds with natural, organic guitar notes, this one replaces the cautious notes with fast, raw guitar strums, getting as close to "rocking out" as one could while still retaining a folk context.The track is by no means going into Slayer territory, but is definitely more raucous than the tracks that preceded it, going out with a bang for sure.
While both of the artists are known for blending the worlds of pure, synthetic digital tones and natural, human warmth and instrumentation, the collaboration between them simply serves to magnify these strengths.With Minamo's delicate laptop folk and English's field recordings and careful sense use of droning sounds, the final result is a hazy but welcoming album that never loses its sense of mystery.
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Consisting of their first released output since going on hiatus in 2003, this set is a lengthy collection compiling all four Peel Sessions the group performed, most of their b-sides, and their three out of print early EPs before signing with Mute. The result is a five year span of music that will satisfy both the fan who has all of the albums, and the newcomer who has yet to hear anything from the trio.
Appliance appeared in the late 1990s as part of the prototypical "post-rock" scene that began to develop, and like contemporaries such as Fridge or Add N to X, mixed dissonant electronic experiments around a more traditional musical framework, equal parts krautrock and that of a non-German variety.Appliance not only used the synths and electronics, but also co-oped the repetition, locking many of their tracks into simple repetitive motifs that never become boring.The early "Number Three Channel is Clear" exemplifies this.Even without much in the way of keyboards or drum machines, the band locks into a Neu! type groove of guitar, bass and drums that goes from meditative rhythms to full bore playing in its relatively short duration.
This doesn’t just characterize their early work, however.While the later songs emphasize the electronics more, they maintain the dedication to repetition, like on the Peel Session take of "As Far As I Can See" from 2002.These later pieces focus more on the electronics, but often retain the guitar parts, such as how the synth textures and drum machines that mostly define "Tuesday Is Nearly Over" are lead by the plaintive guitar notes.The hybrid of technology and traditional instrumentation is reminiscent of New Order’s earlier, better moments.
Other musical references spring up subtly throughout the material here, such as the terse, tentative funk guitar that springs up on the Peel takes of "Mountains 1" and "Fast Music" (which later became "Food Music" upon its official release).While no means infringing on George Clinton's personal territory, it adds a nice element to the mix.Similarly, the death throes of Brit-pop can be heard a few times throughout this set, such as the Stone Roses-esque rhythms and psychedelic guitar moments on "Weightless Conditions" and "In The Event of Just Looking."
My favorite moments appear a lot in the earlier material, which utilizes little or nothing in the way of synths in favor of some unabashed guitar squall, such as "Pre-Rocket Science" or "Throwing A Curve Ball," both of which remind me a bit of Loop or some of Spacemen 3's harsher moments.The other extreme is represented as well, like the meshing of chaotic, noise based synth work with a traditional 'rock band' performance on "Slow Drive."
Often these sorts of collections are too heavily skewed toward one market or the other:either the career retrospective that die-hard fans are compelled to buy, often for only an EP's worth of new material, or a selection of failed experiments and ragged demos that are of little more than historical curiosity.That’s not the case here, where 15 unreleased Peel Session tracks are included, along with mostly out of print and rare material.While die-hard fans may have some of the b-sides or singles already, the Peel Sessions material alone makes this set worthy of interest.Perhaps this is the first step towards a re-activation of the band, and given their legacy presented here, that would be a great thing to happen.
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