Aesthetics
Prior to this album, my only exposure to Pulseprogramming came via asplit EP with Signaldrift and a couple of compilation appearances, allof them striking me as being pleasant but average work that wasgenerally indistinguishable from the ever expanding glut of"indie-tronica" artists. When I heard their track "Blooms Eventually"on a Wire Magazine compilation a few months back, I immediately fell inlove with it, despite the twee lyrics and the use of slightly hokeyfilter effects on the vocals. That track opens Tulsa For One Second,and while it would be hard for any record to hold to a consistentquality after such a near-perfect intro, the eight tracks that followdo a pretty good job of it. The record flits back and forth frominstrumental to vocal tracks, and it's hard to deny that the lyricsaren't exactly deep or thought-provoking ("Off To Do Showery Snapshots"includes a quote from "Row, Row, Row Your Boat"!) - but that's not agreat concern as this is an album that is more about mood and musicthan stories and messages. Tracks such as "Don't Swell Up You GlassPocket" and "All Joy And Rural Honey" evoke a similar sweet and puremelancholy as Múm and various Morr Music artists, while the moreenergetic "Largely Long-Distance Loves" throws layers of gorgeousmelody over a minimal tech-house throb. The disc closing "Bless TheDrastic Space" wraps things up nicely with groovy glitch-beats, mellowpiano lines and some almost psychedelic background swirls, followedafter a couple of minutes of silence by a strange little music boxdeconstruction. On top of all that, the packaging is really nifty,featuring a cardboard sleeve that can be folded out and built into agrey and desolate looking house. The imagery is perhaps a littlestarker than the music deserves, but it's still a nice touch to thisenjoyable project.
Prior to this album, my only exposure to Pulseprogramming came via asplit EP with Signaldrift and a couple of compilation appearances, allof them striking me as being pleasant but average work that wasgenerally indistinguishable from the ever expanding glut of"indie-tronica" artists. When I heard their track "Blooms Eventually"on a Wire Magazine compilation a few months back, I immediately fell inlove with it, despite the twee lyrics and the use of slightly hokeyfilter effects on the vocals. That track opens Tulsa For One Second,and while it would be hard for any record to hold to a consistentquality after such a near-perfect intro, the eight tracks that followdo a pretty good job of it. The record flits back and forth frominstrumental to vocal tracks, and it's hard to deny that the lyricsaren't exactly deep or thought-provoking ("Off To Do Showery Snapshots"includes a quote from "Row, Row, Row Your Boat"!) - but that's not agreat concern as this is an album that is more about mood and musicthan stories and messages. Tracks such as "Don't Swell Up You GlassPocket" and "All Joy And Rural Honey" evoke a similar sweet and puremelancholy as Múm and various Morr Music artists, while the moreenergetic "Largely Long-Distance Loves" throws layers of gorgeousmelody over a minimal tech-house throb. The disc closing "Bless TheDrastic Space" wraps things up nicely with groovy glitch-beats, mellowpiano lines and some almost psychedelic background swirls, followedafter a couple of minutes of silence by a strange little music boxdeconstruction. On top of all that, the packaging is really nifty,featuring a cardboard sleeve that can be folded out and built into agrey and desolate looking house. The imagery is perhaps a littlestarker than the music deserves, but it's still a nice touch to thisenjoyable project. 
I didn't quite know what to make the first time I heard Ryan Moore'sdub project, whether it just a side project, an experiment, or a joke.Six years and 10 releases later, the jury has returned with a verdict,and it is that the Circus is something solid, reliable, and fantasticenough to keep fresh and enjoyable with every listen. For the as of yetunconverted, this disc is a great recap, as it collects 12 tracks fromthe years. All of Moore's dub is instrumental, completely void oflaptop glitchery, and only ever employing the usage of old schooldelays for effects. Popular old favorites like "Lowell and Nine" and"Horsie" are representative of the catchier early bass, organ, drumpieces, while "Fams," employs a twangy guitar in a very SpaghettiWestern-like ghost town dub, and songs like "Trinity" only ever addsubtle instruments like melodica to the mix. Moore might not be doinganything that stretches the perceptions of the universe beyond allgalactic possibilities, but what he does, he does exceptionally well. 
Lovingly culled from the rarest of flexi discs found hidden in European used vinyl shops, compilations like Beat at Cinecitta and Popshoppingbrought to the light of day scores from Italian films lost to historyand German commercial jingles from decades ago. Crippled Dick's latestcollection seems loosely bound together thematically: 21 pieces fromvarious TV and movie soundtracks from the '60s and '70s. However, these"peas" as the liner notes call them, call attention to Crippled DickHot Wax!'s mission of rescuing these tiny gems from disappearing intoobscurity.It's easy to imagine that a vast majority of these tunes came frompolice thrillers or suspense films, because they're jam packed withboth tension and an air of cool. They're often fast-paced and funky,with a streak of eeriness or mystery to them -- and lest we forget,they're also catchy as hell. The sound is dated, but that's part of theappeal. There's blaring horns, wah-wah bass, jazzy percussion andexotic flourishes like xylophones and violins tossed in for goodmeasure. Tracks like Paul Kuhn's "Gateway to a Crime" and Made inGermany's "Sprungbrett 1" are choc full of enduring vibrancy, whileothers like Günter Platzek's "Heavy Steel" embody 1970s smoothness.Sadly, the packaging lacks extensive information on each of the piecesand artists, which is unusual for CDHW! releases.
CerberusShoal have a long history of interesting musical choices, and theirlatest split-EP series is no exception. Available in limited editioncopies with varied types of original artwork on different media, theseries features the Shoal working with artists they know personallyand/or greatly respect with no set format. There are no pre-arrangedrules, only that both collaborators agree to a loose theme of somesort, or a method to the madness. In the case of this initial offeringin the series, the Düne and the Shoal each recorded original songs withlittle vinettes in between. The songs are acoustic instrument-based,and are all about love or personal relationships in various forms. Itsounds almost like a combination doomed for failure, but the endproduct will surprise fans of both bands. Herman Düne's material issimple and quick with pleasing melodies and energy, with themes thatstart light and energetic and end dark and labored. "I Want a Woman"features a brilliant spoken-word interlude about a planned date, andlamented harmony vocals about the plight of the lonely man. "If SomeoneLoves You" is musically playful, but the theme is a little more urgentand depressed with its chorus: "If someone loves you, it sure is notme." They definitely prepare you for the tone of Cerberus Shoal on"That Woman is a Murderess," where sparse violin and percussion meetwith the haunting vocal of David-Ivar Herman Düne. A strange vinettefollows, and the Shoal saunter in with "Sweetie," far from the purelyloving song that its title might suggest. Middle Easterninstrumentation and rhythms meet with a grand choral vocal performance.It's spine-tingling, and when the lyrics do eventually reveal theirquiet horror, it's no real surprise, but it still raises hairs. Theirother proper song, "Bouzouki," has the same general vocal performance,with a greater concentration on harmony, and the pace of "Hava Nagila."You can see, especially at the end, how both bands incorporatedelements of the other, making sounds that stir and slide as well asthey jab and jump. Collaborations like this are rare, and I certainlyhope these groups find time to work together proper in a studio. I canhardly wait to hear what they'd conjure up then.
This is an old record in more ways than one. Released in 2001 inNorway, it was recently picked up and released by Ipecac this February.The album is a mix of old-timey soul, rhythm & blues and doo-woptimbres and samples pasted together very well with electronics and liveinstrumentation. Kaada is essentially Eric Kaada and four powerbooks,augmented with live drums and bass and a mixture of sampled and livevocals in the aforementioned doo-wop and soul vein. I really liked thefact that the songs aren't stereotypically "electronic"—no fast cuts ofnoise for no good reason except to be "glitchy", no weird electronicnoises for the sake of weird electronic noises. Throughout the album, Ifound myself humming along and enjoying the songs because they're funand poppy enough to do that. Between the thunderous rolling drums of"Black California" and the hypnotic second single, "No You Don't" withit's sway between sad and creepy. Speaking of "No You Don't", check outthe video, over at 
Many US fans of SOTL had not heard this album when their 2-CD epic, The Tired Sounds of...was put out on Kranky, so the label released this 2000 full-length onthese shores in time for the band's East Coast tour last fall.Originally released on the Belgian Sub Rosa label, Avec Laudenum was a shift in the science that is SOTL, as they tried more structure on their long, ambient compositions. After hearing Tired Soundsand listening to this release, the gap between their earlier works andthe splendor of that set is filled in quite nicely. Brian McBride andAdam Wiltzie recorded Avec Laudenum by mail, but you couldn'ttell by what you hear. It's just as warm, dense, and compelling astheir earlier works, but there's more of a desire to make everythingmove like a symphony. The songs start off with minimal melodies onkeyboard or sampler, instruments are added, and the ingredients swelland soar, expanding to a large, full sound. For a band like Yo La Tengoto record music to accompany nature films seems somewhat odd; Stars ofthe Lid would not be out of place at all to record an album of musicfor aquariums. It's the kind of music you want to relax to, to put onbefore you go to sleep to work new dreams for you, or to learn aboutthe secrets of the deep or the universe. It prepares your mind foralmost anything. The first three tracks, "The Atomium" parts onethrough three, are a hint at the multi-part extended works to come,with a very simple note progression that shifts through three tonesalong its path. Encompassing half the album, it was the duo's mostambitious effort yet, and also their most moving. It ends abruptlybefore the nine-minute "Dust Breeding," a swell-and-buzz track wherethe space between the notes is just as important as the notesthemselves. The echo on the track is particularly effective, but as itfades away to let in more crystalline keyboard sounds you'd never missit. The album closes with the beautiful "I Will Surround You," proofpositive that you don't need much in terms of instruments and notes toevoke tears. For fans it is a must, and for others I would recommendthis release as an introduction to the band. It's just enough of ataste to prepare you for the outer reaches of their brand of orchestraldrone. 
This takes me back twelve years or so to the days when I'd rarelyentertain a platter on the turntable that didn't involve tunes with alot of distorted guitar and shouting. That can still be a very goodthing, and if I was some kid weened on the post-rock continuum,whatever the hell that may be, I'd probably have my socks rocked byGiddy Motors. However, I've got so many old AmRep and Touch and Goalbums and suchlike that do this kind of thing with a tad more venomthat I can't help but have a few reservations. If I saw the band play agig I'd almost definitely be more enthusiastic than I am sat at homewith CD spinning, but that's always been the nature of the rockbeast.There's always room for one more rock band who can actually rockwithout resorting to corny old gestures. There seems to be a risingwave of post-grunge riffers storming venues around the UK. Alongsidesuch scene stalwarts as Part Chimp and Macrocosmica and relativenewcomers such as Terashima, Giddy Motors may well be the mostinventive of this boisterous bunch. My main criticism is that thesinger sounds a bit forced and silly at times, particularly on "Sassy"where his ranting cockney wideboy head-inside-out delivery begins toirk, but this is compensated for by a tight rhythm section who justkeep moving and plying all bad manner of unpredictable feints andparries. Any band who gets compared to the Birthday Party has a lot tolive up to though, and if they can muster even half the intensity it'llbe well worth hearing from a stage. "Dog Hands" is more like the JesusLizard replacing David Yow with that weird crooner from US Maple. GiddyMotors show they're capable of subtlety and light and shade subtlety on"Venus Medallist," the albums' deceptively lulling penultimate trackthat pulls off a lovely moodshift with cello, space synth whoosh andprettily plucked acoustic guitar. Steve Albini has recorded this debutalbum from the south London-based trio so you can be assured that ithits hard and precise. Unlike the drastically overrated and slightlyirritating Mclusky, Giddy Motors throw up a few quirks, sparks andspasms that hint that the best is yet to come if they can just keeppushing. When I think about the light years Boredoms have travelledfrom the Anal By AnalEP, I hope that a band like Giddy Motors can go a similar distance asit could be an exciting voyage to experience. The next step in theirjagged journey comes courtesy of the album's opening assault "Magmanic"lifted as a single. This is accompanied by a twisted bad German coversong obscurity from the Swiss group Grauzone, who I'd never heard ofbefore, and a more intense take on the album's "Bottle Opener" retitled"Tight Sauce," which might be their finest few minutes. The singlegives a pretty good idea of what the band are all about, and therefrain "It started changing," could almost be a self referentialmanifesto of sorts, but the album is more filling. They should behitting venues around the UK right about now. 
Even if I didn't know the truth, I would seriously think that thisdebut album is the result of somebody who clearly listens to a LOT ofmusic and is a big fan of numerous styles of unique recordings. Fromthe opening "Intro," the stage is set by a collage of various differentstyles cut and pasted together. With a fierce drum solo, the albumlaunches into full gear with the catchy "He's So Dumb," paying homageto laid back funk with a sexy bass riff, ample percussion and cleverlyrics. After the interlude, "Everything's a Shade of Green," is thealbum's finger-snapping 1950's doo-wop tribute, but after this point,the styles become less clearly distinguishable. Songs like the vocal(but lyric-less) "Visit to Venus," and the endearing "Will There BeYodeling in Heaven" are possibly two of the most optimistic songs I'veheard in a long while, and with what sounds like toy xylophones,Hawaiian guitar, nose holding and a parade of sound effects samples,the music appropriately backs up the lyrical optimism. "The InventedPart of the World" is oddly remeniscent of very, very early LPDcassette-only recordings, "What Do You Take Me For" could easily be anundiscovered gem, as a future outtake of one of thoseadult-contemporary songs from the 1970s piped through the loudspeakersat drug stores, and songs like "Let's Get Rid of Richard," and "TheAnti-Beard Song (Go Go Goatee)" push the humor card a bit too far formy tastes, but I'm sure can easily become mega indie radio hits. "ILike What You Like," however, is so irresistably sweet, moms all overthe world should take a hint. Perhaps if mothers sang their children tosleep at night, there might be less bitterness in the world. There ishope. This album is evidence.
Eric Idle was on the Daily Show last week and he said something thatstuck with me: "Everybody from Leicester is a bit weird." Of course hewas saying this in reference to his dear friend, the late GrahamChapman, but it can probably easily be applied to Volcano the Bear (andmost likely a number of people from Leicester), as their music is,well, a bit weird. In addition, Vocano the Bear's music is also (notunlike Mr. Chapman) both very charming and witty. Fellow bear, DanielPadden's first solo release actually doesn't come without the help ofother Volcano members and additional friends. As weird as theinstrumentation can get—with kazoos, ballophon, and otherunidentifiable sounds—the music on this disc is stunningly pleasant.Padden's solo debut is a very closely knit aural tapestry of dreamlikeproportions, with off-the-cuff sung vocal tracks, string pieces, andpiano tinklings. While it's still heavily-rooted in experimental andimprovisational music, these are all songs with well-craftedstructures, often with a loop (piano, clarinet, percussion) beginningthe song, and an exceptionally played instrument taking the lead.Whether it's the drone from an accordion-ish sounding instrument on"Scratch Apparatus," the pretty vocals on "Fledgling," or a twistedcalliope-like circus sounds of "Spiders on Ice," not one song on heresounds like a failed attempt at composition. With a growing number ofimprovisational musicians and groups popping up, occasionally gainingmore attention than deserved, it's an extra special treat to havesomebody around who can still write a coherent song and piece togethera well thought-out album. More solo and side projects from the Bearsare due later on this year and I'll be anxious to hear them all. 
