Full of top-shelf songs, this disc gets at the heart of what a culture-based compilation should be. It is eclectic enough to adequately represent a nation's worth of musicians and singers, but unified enough to present a cohesive listening experience.
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This album more than lives up to its visceral title. It contains some of Bishop's most intense and downright ugly work to date as a solo artist, but also some his most sublime. Bishop willfully defies the traditionalist and academic conventions of solo-guitar work, offering both examples of controlled musicianship and malevolent noodling.
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"Zurvan" begins with the bold strumming that characterizes this album. After those opening measures, Bishop's playing quiets down, modulating with intensity before he launches the tempo into double time. The track's namesake is the aloof, primordial creator god in ancient Persian mythology, but this track is anything but aloof, it's practically manic. It's tough not to imagine some kind of vicious cyclone or insane dervish spinning round in some desert wasteland. But as wild as the playing sounds, it is tightly controlled. Bishop executes lightning quick rhythm changes with ease, holding a chord, then launching back into furious strumming. This see-saw effect amps up the tension until the guitar strings are at the point of breaking.
"Smashana" does not have the speed of "Zurvan," but it certainly keeps the malevolence. Bishop ditches acoustic flourishes here in favor of a slow industrial grind. Multi-tracked electric guitars twang and roar, noodling around randomly without coalescing into any particular structure.
The Mahavidya of the last track are the 10 female aspects of the god Shiva. They personify everything from decay and murder to sublime beauty. It's hard to find a more apt description for Bishop's work, either by himself or with the Sun City Girls. On that continuum "Mahavidya" is definitely on the sublime side, especially after the fit that is "Smashana". The acoustic guitar returns, floating over the gentle drone of a taboura. Bishop's playing cycles over the same peaceful theme over the course the song's twenty minutes. The beautiful melody and subtle variations gracefully keep the song from sounding stale or simplistic. The notes are plaintive and high, like a supplicant at prayer. The tempo quickens, as in Zurvan, but much more gradually, never reaching the same level of agitated intensity.
Even if the individual pieces of this album very different, the album itself fits quite well into a narrative whole. It builds itself into a fury that dissolves into the droning bliss of the last track. The spite stored in its first half clears out to a tranquil Nirvana. Though Richard Bishop has doubtless more bile to spill, this chapter has at least a peaceful ending.
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Larsen have always been at odds with most of their contemporaries, almost mythical stories about getting signed to Young God Records, a tribute album to Autechre that features no computers and no obvious references to the band or their music and all sorts of strange rumours abounding about the members of the group. However, the live album/DVD ABECEDA sees them cement their reputation as serious artists (minus any negativity that concept might carry with it). ABECEDA is a well-thought out concept delivered with care and finesse by Larsen and their friends. Musically it is as strong as any of their previous efforts and visually it stands out on its own.
Despite Larsen expanding to the size of a small orchestra for the occasion, the overall sound that they have developed over the years remains intact, all their collaborators staying true to the group's aural aesthetic. The set begins with wind-like drones care of Jóhann Jóhannsson on laptop. From here, the familiar slowly plucked guitar, glockenspiel and hypnotic rhythms of Larsen weave in and out for an hour. David Tibet sounds as comfortable here as he has ever sounded, his words an homage to Karel Teige's Alphabeth, 1926 rather than a direct translation. The addition of Baby Dee and the return of Julia Kent to Larsen's ranks works a treat, both artists playing sympathetically to the band. Of particular merit is Dee's piano playing later on in the performance, a fragile and haunting melody that sings through the mix.
As beautiful as the music is, it is the visuals that accompany ABECEDA that is most impressive. The sleeve and slipcase combine to make a very attractive, elegant package; the monochrome exterior opening up to reveal color stills from the DVD and Tibet's text. The DVD itself is a combination of delicately shot live performance with a video collage of a dancer interpreting letters of the alphabet with her body and layers of typography complimenting and supporting her movements. With Larsen's music and Tibet's vocals (which are sporadically spaced throughout the performance), the visuals become sublime. Teige's original Alphabeth was produced as a book (and reproduced as a slideshow on the DVD) but the effect of combining a film collage with a dancer on stage brings the concept fully alive, letters not being simple symbols isolated and unmoving on a page but constantly shifting characters bringing language to life. This incorporation movement also acts as a nod to Italy's Futurism, ABECEDA sitting comfortably next to the sculptures of Boccioni as celebrations of the human body in motion.
Needless to say, this is a mesmerising release. Everything about ABECEDA is perfect: the production is crystal clear and the DVD is masterfully cut. It has been most definitely worth the couple of months delay in its manufacture, some good things come to those who wait. With any luck Larsen and Friends will tour this more than the handful of dates that they have played/will imminently play. It is rare to find an album that is so wonderfully complete feeling, every aspect of the release getting all the attention needed lavished on it to make ABECEDA the jewel in Larsen's crown. In all honesty, I doubt that they could have gone into the studio and made a better album. Now, to dive into ABECEDA all over again.
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Tom Carter has been one of my favorite guitar players for several years now. Outside of the particular skeletal trance-blues style that he has perfected in work with Charalambides, Carter's many many solo and duo recordings carve out a truly unique improvised guitar method, blending extended technique, purist drone logic, trance minimalism, and a beautifully impure psy-punk energy befitting collaboration with many of today's lo-fi drone or psychedelic noise currents. Lately, Carter's most fruitful collaborator in the latter realm has been Robert Horton, an old-school SF-scene improviser and experimenter who has gained more of a rep in recent years due to increased productivities from his home studio, something of a lab with its collection of homemade instruments and sound-grabbing technologies. Extensive overdubbing or studio sound collage is not something Carter has explored too much on his own, and I often feel that the fully hands-on approach that he has been emphasizing on solo recordings lately (very little delay or signal damage) is essential to a lot of the delicate power and immediacy of his best works (Sun Swallower, Whispers Towards Infinity).
For this reason, I have tended to de-emphasize the Horton discs when dealing in prolific Carter strata, favoring the solo discs' thready, purer bolts into the void over the more murky, turbulent coilings of Horton's more collage-oriented sound . That said, I'm hearing a lot more open, or at least patiently blissed-out spaces on this new one: lanquid, eastern wanderings, chimed with gamelan percussion and sanded fine with stacked ebow magic. Carter's guitar gets a lot of the volume; his playing is truly "interrogating," figures and overtones not so much teased as built out, hammered or gracefully strangled from the instrument. The quiet hardware of the roomsound, metal and string and electric waves can be heard, brought into range by Horton's tape master, tightly blanketed and buzzing with the insectoid flutter of sampled sound.
Monsters of Felt maintains a quiet roar of ascent and submission throughout, never too scattered or too obsessed with its details, but altogether honoring an aesthetic of environmental sound collision and joyful exploration. It leaves me excited for more from Preservation Music (whose Motion compilation of Australian sound art I still spin often) and anticipating more Horton/Carter collabs, like the new one on Three Lobed under the name Turnstone.
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Another reissue from the Les Disques du Crepuscule back catalog, The Fruit of the Original Sin is a two-disc compilation appropriately subtitled "A Collection of After Hours Preoccupations." While there isn't anything overt that these tracks have in common, many of them share a tinge of melancholy and beauty in equal measure, qualities that are especially noticeable late at night.
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The idea of an orchestral approach to the electronic and tape compositions of Iannis Xenakis may seem like an absurd endeavor, but it works, extremely well.
Reinhold Friedl and his orchestra Zeitkratzer are no stranger to taking a unique approach to "difficult" compositions: one of their recent contributions has been an orchestral take on Lou Reed's Metal Machine Music. In this case, there is no single specific Xenakis composition the group takes on, instead, it is a "tribute" to the late Greek composer's legacy. This live performance then attempts to capture the mood and feeling of his electronic and tape compositions, all largely studio treated works, and recontextualize them into a traditional orchestral setting.
Indexed as a single, 54 minute track, the eight performers of Zeitkratzer come out swinging, a mass of swirling horn shrieks and groans mixed with low nauseating bass string drones. The dense mix adds in rattling chimes and a percussion section that resembles the abuse of a metal chain. The high end of the horns swells to almost resemble the horn section of some of Peter Brotzmann's most dissonant work, combined with a constant, underlying bassy tumult.
Brotzmann and other free jazz luminaries are not a facetious point of reference for this work, as the horn sections often reach that sonic abuse level of chirps and squeaks. As the track continues, the pitches seem to constantly vary and though the mix never relents, it always feels dynamic and unpredictable. Later on the percussion section becomes a rattling of metal and mechanical failures, an industrial disaster just waiting to happen. There is a loss of identity among the various instruments as the track draws to its conclusion, everything congealing into a thick monolith of dissonant sound. As the piece comes to its abrupt conclusion, one would forget that it was actually a live performance unitl the massive surge of applause that concludes the disc.
Asphodel has seen fit to not only include the audio document of this, but a video one as well, consisting of a full length film by Lillevan based upon photographs and video of Persepolis, Iran, a location Xenakis was especially fond of. The dynamic, bronze-hued abstract imagery of the film make a perfect accompaniment to the sound. As an added bonus, there is also an option to listen to the audio in 5.1 surround sound as well, which makes for an even more disorienting, and fascinating, listen.
What may have seen like a quixotic undertaking at first instead shows that even as complex as Xenakis' studio compositions can be recontextualized into a very different setting with success. It also proves that what may seem like utter chaos at first is actually a very controlled, extremely structured sound…a conclusion that would surely make Xenakis smile!
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Take equal parts scummy sludge rock, power electronics, and free jazz and mix them together, and you'll get a loud obnoxious mess. Which is exactly what this album is, and there couldn't be a better compliment for it.
The first few seconds of "Town Hag" (previously available on a split 7") set the mood for the remainder of this disc: distorted screams, oodles of feedback and electronics, and a caveman percussion section that sounds like the earliest, most dissonant Swans tracks taken to the most extreme end, while still retaining a vestige of "music" somewhere in the chaos. The pummeling beat never relents, the disembodied shrieks continue and the feedback only becomes more shrill and painful throughout its (thankfully) short duration.
The two "long" tracks are no less messy and slimy, but also never wear out their welcome or slide into the abyss of boredom. "Skinned and Glued" meshes more blatant live tribalesque drums (think early Killing Joke) with the screams and feedback, but also some horns as well. This configuration, with the horn skronking clearly in the front of the mix, draws it more along the lines of the most dissonant free jazz ever, the unholy love-child of a three way involving Peter Brotzmann, Ornette Coleman, and the Incapacitants. "Faceless Nameless" also features Mark Van Fleet's horns as well, but in a more restrained fashion. Sputtering tape fragments and a dead slow, pounding percussion that makes even the likes of Khanate seem almost like Slayer, actually make for a track that feels musical in structure at least, if not the approach.
"Sights Not Long Gone," the remaining track on this disc, is another scream fest, the shrieks and yells completely unintelligible, yet are the main focal point of the mix. There's also a bizarre synth loop here and there, and a drum track that resembles a sniper firing at the listener from some unidentifiable dark corner in the distance. Considering these tracks are all based on live recordings, the attention to structure and detail amid the chaos is amazing.
Entrance is definitely not easy listening or subtle in any way. It is grating, it is harsh, and it is angry and violent. And those reasons are why it succeeds on so many levels.
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New Jersey's renaissance man of all things heavy has released his second solo album in as many years that explicitly shows his diverse array of skills at their finest, both in the shaping of complete chaos and the obsessive study of minutiae.
The two sprawling tracks that comprise Indirmek> are named after drugs that accurately reflect the sound created. "Afyon," or "opium" is pure subbass drift. A rumbling, rhythmic undercurrent of processed guitar propels the piece through gravity-less space. Sometimes sounding like a digital didgeridoo, Plotkin's guitar becomes the sound of time and space stretched to pure infinity. The shaking from the low end of the mix is a definite attention-getter, but the subtle, nuanced shifts in tonality and structure keep the attention, almost forcing the listener to listen carefully just to hear what will happen next. At times the guitar work drifts into the higher registers, yet the crystalline shards of guitar are always coupled with the low end rumble that is characteristic of the track. Much like the titular drug, it is slow, disorienting, and forces one to focus on every little bit that happens.
"Amfetamin" is in stark contrast: stuttering feedback loops, phased tones, and hyperspeed edits are the polar opposite of the previous track. The spastic vomited sounds stay locked in a rhythmic groove that may not be danceable, but do indicate some underlying sense of structure or method to the madness. Percussive sounds enter the mix like the death rattles of a legion of plague victims over digitized bass elements, and loops like locust swarms fade in and out of the mix. There is an extremely unworldly element to the track, with processed tones sounding like SOS beacons from somewhere out in the infinite darkness.
While some may know his work best from his more metal projects like Khanate and O.L.D., Indirmek shows that more experimental side of James Plotkin's work that is no less compelling than his more heavy handed musical endeavors, and this makes for one of the best "experimental" works this writer has heard all year.
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This slab of vinyl is perfectly on point in referencing metal twice in its title. Heather Leigh Murray's pedal steel, the cornerstone of Taurpis Tula's sound and energy drenches both of this album's sides in metallic offal. From rust to the molten spread of wet metal to the hiss of megalithic spear-tip in water, this is amongst their heaviest (and best recorded) work yet.
The majestically titled "Judas the Lion" begins with the sound of running Daydream Nation through a shredder with the needle still on the grooves, and builds from there. The charges of notes from Murray and David Keenan's guitar surge like great girders of steel growing from the earth, their roots buckling the forest floor around them. There are moments of cloud nine when the music feels like it'll invert in on itself, with things slow down enough to hear the dream machine grind of the guitar and Murray ghostly strum. Alex Neilson's percussion plays it solid and steady while still managing to avoid an actual static tempo. The spine buckling and snapping like a crash test meat and bone bodybag going through windscreen after windscreen. Taking a triple fingered pinch of doom metal's aesthetic in with their psych side worship, this side alone feels like it is lighting up pyres across the mountain tops.
"This Narrow Way" is a wilder, windier tale and the spikier of the two sides. The song's audio trails flashing across the line of visions and staying there, the musical layers riding each other in quick-speed rot. The harmonica played here should have offered softer textures, instead its brass reeds acid scratched with psychedelic line drawings. This is the best record this year for getting vanished to.
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Eight years after his debut, one of this label's first releases, this producer returns with a sophomore set of moderately appetizing tunes that thankfully haven't been left out to spoil in the summer sun.
Despite being my first encounter with the bizarrely named DJ Mayonnaise, one-third of the So Called Artists, I engaged Still Alive with somewhat elevated expectations after a busy afternoon sampling other experimental instrumental hip-hop albums. Shifting gears away from tasty snippets by J Dilla and Dr. Who Dat?, I settled into Chris Greer's latest eagerly anticipating ideal weekend music for my lazy day indoors with the curtains drawn. In retrospect, I probably should have avoided such a presupposition.
Opener "Post Reformat," replete with perfunctory scratches, only casually drew me in, though "Easily Distracted" quickly changed that with its cut up loops and strident tones. Greer tinkers with his sounds just enough to stave off the looming threat of monotony. While "Munjoy Moments" cauterizes AFX-esque melody and dissonance to his fastidiously organic rhythm, jazzy horns produce an artificially calm atmosphere against the distant trashcan clang of "Dawson's Anthem 2005." "Quiet On The Set" emulates a beleaguered session drummer immersed in a narcotic haze, like chopped and screwed hip-hop for the two-drink-minimum lounge set. Similarly, a somber church organ is prudently appropriated for "The End Is The Beginning," a far-too-brief slice of squirmy deconstructed gospel.
Still Alive is consistently satisfying but yet never goes above and beyond, much to my dismay. "Strateegery," the sole deviation from the plotted path, features Mush recording artist K-The-I???, spouting the typical ostentatious free verse we have all pretty much come to expect from indie label emcees. Although the politically charged content makes it worth repeat listens to absorb all the references, it is not enough to save this plebian album from the category of musical boilerplate. Sure, Still Alive gets the job done, but after so many beatmakers have trod this already well-blazed trail, and with so many others breaking new ground, it is hard to get too excited over yet another garden-variety downtempo traveler.
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The band's second EP was recorded live in the studio in one take and left as is: no overdubs and no polishing of the sound. Aside from a couple of stumbles, the performances are remarkably good and those few mistakes (for want of a better word) sound natural. The end result is a recording of what sounds like a real band playing real music. The backing vocals are sometimes a bit off key or out of time but this just adds to the charm of Allusions of Grandeur. Their country-ish rock brings to mind Will Oldham's many different pseudonyms but they are not quite so much old man of the mountains as they are young men of the valleys. Songs like "Birth" and "Could I Even" are vibrant works, elegant and straightforward songwriting with enough bite to set Elsworth Cambs apart from the usual singer-songwriter clique of Dublin.
Packaged neatly in what seems to be a piece of a cereal box with wallpaper glued on to it, this release feels almost like a present that needs unwrapping and upon playing, it sounds like a gift to the ears.
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