- Lucas Schleicher
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Blossoming Noise
All but one of the album's five songs are violent, furious swathes of ear-damaging noise. Anyone who's heard a few Japanese noise records will at least half-know what to expect: lots of white noise or static, gargling metallic explosions, feedback, and maybe some percussive licks of non-rhythm. The other half of the equation, maybe the unpredictable part, is the band's ear for texture and tension. Despite the repetitive, almost unrelenting nature of the noise, there is plenty of variation to be found in American Band's presentation. They may not employ the most original formula in the world, but their willingness to try out different approaches within the same song comes with an upshot: it's hard to know what's coming and when. The background might be Japanese at heart, but there are some distinctive American flavors at work in American Band's debut.
The most impressively unhinged music lay within the two live tracks included. The group proudly declares their name and then begins to rupture every speaker in the house, sparing no expense where volume, intensity, and sheer nastiness are concerned. These are not, however, the best representatives for the band's sound. Thankfully both "First Time in Heels" and "General's Lament" contain elements of restraint and order in a way that I think Wolf Eyes fans would appreciate. For all the indistinguishable cosmic noise American Band fling around, there are recognizable constituent elements that keep their first album from being bogged down by the same old noise attack. Whether the wail of a guitar is necessary or the quiet, brooding circularity of synthetic tones and sheet metal are deemed appropriate, the band is able to provide plenty of dynamics that keep the album moving.
Just as many great noise makers have realized, variation is often the key to drawing listeners in, especially those of us who can't stomach exclusively non-stop, rape-sound recordings. With the amount of open space available on some of these tracks, it's a bit surprising some sort of rhythmic element didn't show up at some point. A track like "Terrified" would really benefit from such a convention. The stuttering, blazing bits of noise at the end practically beg for an accompaniment, but never get one.
I'm usually drawn between hating noise albums and absolutely loving them. This one, however, has me somewhere in the middle. I'm impressed by the band in some ways, but find their creativity lacking, their identity almost non-existent. On the other hand, there are some quality cuts of sound on this album and some of it shows promise: there's always the chance this stuff will only get better. I'll probably listen to this here and there, but I'm anxiously awaiting the band's next effort because that one will decide whether or not they can step up from out of the crowd and capitalize on their willingness to explore.
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- Matthew Amundsen
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This latest EP from Freddie Ruppert, aka This Song Is a Mess But So Am I, is captivating from the beginning with its deconstructed beats, rants, and an abundance of distortion thrown in every direction.
Part of the charm is that the songs have so much chaos yet never fall apart because the rhythm churning underneath and the vocals keep things in place. Nor does it hurt that the songs are not purely free-form and are actually about something. While some lingering issues remaining from his mother’s death appear on the disc, he also takes the time to chastise a music critic on "Is This Childish Enough Sean Ford?" and react to a friend’s conversion to over-the-top Christianity on "Congratulations!" The only instrumental is an exploratory untitled track, and is notable for its introspection amidst other songs that prove consistently exuberant and intoxicating.
On this EP, Ruppert manages to turn dense layers of distortion into works of heavy beauty.
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Tompkins Square
Youngster James Blackshaw opens the disc with his echoing, shimmering 12-string bliss. If there's anybody left who hasn't got this year's O True Believers yet, it's time to. "River of Heaven" is appropriately titled. Jose Gonzales' nylon string plucking has a very distinct style that is warm and inviting, and I recognize his talent but I can't help but think his best songs are all cover tunes and his fan base are due to TV commercials. His song, "Suggestions," is a short instrumental piece which is endearing and pleasant.
Peter Long, Jesse Sparhawk, and Michael Chapman all provide beautiful pieces, but the lightning fingered mayhem of the 1975 recording of Fred Gerlach's "Devil's Brew," the following atypical tuning and playing of Christina Carter's "Ascend Mem," and the hillbilly speed of Billy Faier's "New World Coming" are standout tracks, more because they're so unique in this collection when pared with the more introspective and calm pieces of the other players.
Jack Rose's bit, "Cross the North Fork II" is the strong and bright music his fans have come to worship but while Sharron Kraus' "Looking for the Hermit's Cave" is a nice tune, it seems like she's included simply because of her legendary status and this certainly isn't one of her top notch moments. The collection ends with a live +10 minute recording of Robbie Basho from 1969 courtesy of Glen Jones (featured on volume one), and while it's a poor recording it's an illuminating glimpse at 37-year-old evidence of acoustic guitarists unbound to the folk/pop framework which seems to have blossomed again only recently.
At 12 songs, I feel this is enough—any more would be overkill. With any luck, more Imaginational Anthem volumes will follow, as there are constantly new artists emerging and there's a vast sea of important guitarists to tap in to. My only vote for the next round would be to finally give somebody like Andreas Martin his due!
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- James Blackshaw - River of Heaven
- Jesse Sparhawk - Light Cycle/Tetrahedra
- Jack Rose - Cross the North Fork II
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I found this while flipping through a various artists section at a record store. I was surprised I hadn't even heard of this collection but picked it up seeing some names I liked and some I was interested in hearing. (More specifically, my initial reaction was "wow, I finally get a recording of Low's "Be Nice to People With Lice.") Artists like Mark Kozelek, Rosie Thomas, Junior Boys, and Hot Chip grace this disc, which conceptually would make a great present from any of us music nerds to friends/family we have who have kids. I'd rather be influencing young kids to get into some modern rock music than give them nonsense from Teletubbies or something.
What works on this collection is songs like "24 Robbers" by Apostle of Hustle and the title track by the Great Lake Swimmers. The former is a rope jumping song refitted with some big bumping beats while the latter is an original song about growing up to be a veterinarian, astronaut, or farmer. These are happy songs that "kids of all ages" can truly enjoy. (I actually now am inspired to try and gather a collection of camp songs or rope skipping songs by modern acts so lookout!) The title track is a positive message with plenty of "moo moo moo"s and "meow meow meow"s that people can sing along to and learn quickly and easily. Unfortunately, there's a few more stinkers on the disc.
Sufjan Stevens is talented, yes, but this depressing Jesus crap that he shat out for this comp is not only mopey and slow, but it effectively rules out any kids who aren't Christians, or, more specifically, Christians who give a rat's ass about the birth. Broken Social Scene has taken an already bleak kids song "Puff the Magic Dragon" and made it slower and more sad. Thanks guys. Rosie Thomas is talented and has a gorgeous voice, but kids I know just don't like sleepy folk music - they want to be singing along, dancing and clapping! Hot Chip and Kid Koala don't even do much for the cause, either, and the disc pretty much slips into a coma without any more uplifting stuff.
I'd like to see another collection like this at some point, but a little more focused. Pick a function or a theme: are they songs for babies trying to get them to sleep or for toddlers to clap along to on car rides? For now, the people who will get the most pleasure out of this collection, sadly remains adults.
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- Great Lake Swimmers - See You On the Moon
- Apostle of Hustle - 24 Robbers
- Broken Social Scene - Puff the Magic Dragon
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Vital
Oddly, for a tribute to a visual artist with each track being devoted to one of his paintings, there are no pictures of the paintings included with the album, just details of where to find them online. A couple of them I wasn’t familiar with so I had to search for them (and to save you the bother I’ve linked to all of them). The imagery that does appear on the sleeve is a very shallow representation of Bacon’s work. Photos of what looks like liver being pulled apart on a stainless steel surface doesn’t do any justice at all to Bacon’s visceral and hallucinogenic creations. A far better option would have been to include reproductions of the paintings themselves.
Musically the album starts off poor and gets better. Henrik Nordvargr Björkk’s tribute to “Portrait of a Cardinal (1955)” starts off very ropey, completely missing the drama of the painting. It does eventually synch up with the stark, dark imagery of the painting but too often it lapses into boring “eerie” soundscapes. Most annoyingly it sounds like it is just cut off at the end, like Björkk couldn’t be bothered to finish off properly. Contagious Orgasm’s homage to “Fragment of a Crucifixion (1950)” is a better attempt at capturing Bacon in sound but it still doesn’t go all the way. The beginning of the piece (a juxtaposition of normal day to day noises with stomach churning wet, meaty noises and distant voices that could be in pain or in pleasure) is a great audio representation of the painting. About three minutes in there is a rapid shift in style with some cheesy horror soundtrack music which kills the mood entirely. Bacon deals in cold, stony drama not in melodrama. When the cheap horror music stops the previously creepy sounds become completely ineffective; a shame as the piece started off so promisingly.
Hentai’s interpretation of “Painting (1946)” is more like what Bacon’s thoughts might sound like. For the first few minutes it is nothing special; the sound of rotating machinery mainly but then there is an almighty explosion of noises that perfectly sums up the cacophony of hellish imagery that Bacon employs in his piece. Lasse Marhaug’s “Figure in Movement (1978)” is a good piece on its own but I don’t think it fits well with the fluid moving figure in Bacon’s painting. The stop/start jerkiness of the music is totally at odds with the liquid motion of the visuals. I do like the music though but I think it would be better suited to one of Bacon’s other paintings (like the “Portrait of a Cardinal” mentioned earlier).
It’s a good concept for a compilation and a worthy artist to pay tribute to but unfortunately Four Studies for a Human Portrait isn’t as good as it could have been. I really like the last two pieces included but I’d hesitate to recommend the album on that basis as the first two pieces are so disappointing. However, for anyone with an interest in Francis Bacon, this is worth checking out just to see what other people think the paintings sound like.
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- Henrik Nordvargr Björkk - Portrait of a Cardinal (1955)
- Contagious Orgasm - Fragment of a Crucifixion (1950)
- Hentai - Painting (1946)
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Fourth Dimension Records
With six long pieces spread across two discs, F.I.D. is intimidating to say the least (I dread to think how I’d feel if left in a room with the Merzbox!). It’s nice to see that Merzbow isn’t past it. There are times when I think about what more can he do with noise and indeed many of his recent albums are pedestrian at best. I often think that it’s time for him to slow down and restrict himself to only albums of such gut-wrenching quality as this one. Although the thoughts of him adjusting his releases around a signal-to-noise ratio is not something I expect to come true. By the very nature of his music I suppose it makes perfect conceptual sense to release everything and introduce as much noise into the system as possible.
The stronger material is mainly on the first disc, the first two pieces of the album are chunky behemoths of noise. “Exteriorization?@No.1” erupts with a sheet metal shredding screech that would make an amplified scrap yard blush. Low rumbles make it feel like an avalanche but instead of rocks it is chunks of steel covered in electrified barbed wire falling down the cliff. It’s exhilaratingly heavy; the heaviness enhanced by what sounds like a loop of processed carnival music appears about halfway through.
“Forest of Kelp” begins with an incredible drone that reminds me some of Coil’s work with drones, particularly the more aggressive stuff like Constant Shallowness Leads to Evil. As a piece taken on its own, it’s one of the best things by Merzbow that has ever crossed my path and is undoubtedly where F.I.D. peaks. It fleshes out to a freakout of howls that change in pitch like the most satanic guitar solo never played, it is stunning. The final piece of the first disc is like the afterbirth of “Forest of Kelp;” it pales in comparison although the final few minutes of massively amplified metal percussion is a sure fire cure for hearing.
The second disc doesn’t always reach the levels of pure energy on the first but it is still a commendable effort on Merzbow’s part. “Exteriorization?@No.2” opens the disc with an arctic blast of white noise. It is a strong start to the disc and, along with “Forest of Kelp” from the previous disc, it is a sure sign that there’s life in the old noise machine yet. I think I’ve used up most of my adjectives in describing how colossal this album sounds but “Exteriorization?@No.2” is a towering pillar of rage converted to an audio signal. Unfortunately the momentum of the album is lost with the next piece, “Transition,” and F.I.D. doesn’t get back on form properly albeit there are some nice sparks of noise peppering the last piece, "Kongara," but it seems more like a rehash of some of the earlier material without the punch.
As his animal rights views move more to the forefront of his music and artwork (this album is in aid of PETA) and as his convictions on the matter seem to be becoming more resolute, there is more fire entering his music. In years to come I think the last two years or so will be seen as the start of Merzbow’s second wave of terror. There are still some awful releases of his being crapped out on demand but the amount of good albums seem to be on the rise. F.I.D. along with some of his more beat orientated albums (and the odd choice collaboration) make me not want to abandon the good ship Merzbow just yet as I hope he continues on this furiously intense path. Even if he doesn’t, this album is enough to keep me going for a long, long time.
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You can either be wowed by the fact that this is his first piano/vocal LP in a series of 54 LPs, or by the fact that this is one of the outstanding releases of the year; this should be a compulsory listen either way. It’s unfortunate that the Jandek myth has swollen to such a ridiculous size that it’s coming between people wanting to hear the music. Those cranky elitist fucks that obsess over their reclusive prodigious artist are going to shit the bed over this double CD.
As with his previous two chronologically released live albums, Alex Neilson (percussion) and Richard Youngs (bowed upright bass) back him up, but this time he’s on piano instead of six strings. Gone is the harsh, serrated guitar sound and in comes a Satie-esque minimalist playing style. But where Satie’s lines are built on, and out of, melancholy and remembrance these bare piano lines seem to be more of the now, than of the past. This almost recital technique of playing is simple and endearing, but steers well clear of amateurism. Sometimes across the two discs the melody can seem incomplete, but that’s part of the design. The whole thing is one long suite split into nine parts (and a prelude); an extended selection of thoughts moving around a subject.
Vocally, he’s ditched the elongated howls for a spoken word style, it’s as if the words are carrying more weight than usual and are demanding this pronounced style. Like the vast majority of Jandek’s lyrics, they seem to work even better when read; the guy needs to drop a collection of prose in-between the next hail of LPs. The rumours that this release, subtitled The Cell, is Jandek dealing with / exploring a recent encounter with cancer, are totally validated by the lyrics. Buzzwords like ‘body,’ ‘blood,’ ‘virus,’ ‘cells,’ ‘result,’ and ‘mitochondria’ seem to raise their heads out of these songs about hope lost and found. When he says "I crashed and burned and phoenixed out of there," it seems to be fit the idea of discussing remission in a lengthy narrative precisely. Unfortunately, every now and again he slips into "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" Shatner-isms, trying to force too much intensity into some lines.
Again the lack of credit for Alex Neilson (percussion) and Richard Youngs is a poor move, if he can be arsed to credit the venue then he should credit the two guys he played with. Neilson concentrates on bells and bowed cymbals, refusing rhythm and giving a very involved and delicate performance. There are some great moments where Youngs in particular totally syncs up with Jandek’s runs, his undercurrent of bass bows providing superb counter melodies.
It’s these live records that are pulling Jandek into the light, and I applaud the gall of the man to shatter his own myth by coming out. People have laminated and endlessly chased their tails over his non-story until the whole thing is just another redundant hook to hang the music on. These live discs are opening a whole other life for Jandek. Newcomers absolutely can start with this ongoing series of live releases, jump aboard here and feel free to totally disengage from the fanfare and whispers of his myth. Fuck the saga of the lone Texan; enjoy the music.
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Mush
Stephen Wilkinson adopted the name Bibio after the type of lure favored by his father on fly-fishing trips. Hand Cranked is also well named, as sections of the record feel as if they were somehow created by winding a mechanism to the required velocity, and keeping it spinning around that pace for a while. I don't think he actually uses a hurdy gurdy or attempts to amplify gyroscopes, but it's surely only a matter of time. This is wildly impressionistic music and fun to describe in similar terms.
These delicate excursions into a kind of busted math-folk are also relentless to the extent that they began to pall by the end of the third track. Welcome change came with the far too brief "Black Country Blue," which conjures the results of a fictional scenario involving Tim Hecker hearing a church organ while searching for the stained-glass image of a deceased sporting hero in a Dudley cemetery. This is one of the standouts on the record, along with “Aberriw,” featuring the successful foray into singing, and evoking a glorious hazy atmosphere of flickering summer sun. The romantic and breezy impression suggests the song emanating from a vehicle driven by someone never-to-be-known, passing behind a hedge.
Wilkinson’s sincere regard for this natural terrain adds weight to what are otherwise light, airy, and skewed snapshots. The resulting fluidity and the altered nature of the music are mirrored by the artwork. On first glance it seems to depict an image of a wagon from the American Wild West, though it looks more like a reversed image of the rear wheel of The Hay Wain. Perhaps it is fitting, since had it somehow remained in the same position where Constable’s painting occurred, it would now be several feet lower in the water: mangy and partially obscured.
Not that all music has to resolve, but “Ffwrnais,” with its main feature being water flowing over stones, gave me the aural equivalent of being in a maze too long, having forgotten to use the right hand rule. The prospect of Bibio trapped playing a circular riff—and even worse, me having to listen to it—started to come to mind. Thankfully, a miniscule yet detectable shift toward urgency and darkness occurred somewhere in the next few tracks, maybe with the swirling woodwind and the stretched-out lower notes of “Woodington” or perhaps at the introduction of the language instructor’s taped voice on “Above the Rooftops.” Either way, when the (relatively) heavier “Maroon Lagoon” appeared, with anchoring bass and high-end swirls, things had improved.
The final piece, "Overgrown," is sunny, muffled and brilliantly off-kilter. It made me feel as if I was observing a picnic or some cheery antics occurring in a rowing boat, but from under a river, and wearing one of those old diving helmets and heavy gear. As with the best moments on this record, all sounds happy, yet the slurred aspect adds a sense of sad, slightly disturbed, yearning. As enjoyable as his records have been so far, I feel that there is no going back, or standing still, for Bibio. There are several intriguing directions to follow, if he can just break out of the maze.
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- Matthew Amundsen
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Using a variety of thrift store horns, a whinging pump organ, and a de-mechanized player piano, Harbeson rarely plays it straight, instead infusing these compositions with unexpected and sometimes gleefully bizarre changes that add a sense of mystery to what’s ostensibly a soundtrack for visual pieces I’ll never have the chance to see. Not every song here was a soundtrack, but those that weren’t very well could have been.
When not sounding like a madman behind an organ, the horns and occasional stride piano show a jazz influence while the light and dreamy atmospheric piano evidences a fondness for the impressionistic classical music from the turn of the 20th Century. These tracks are a lot of fun, yet I can’t help feeling that I’m missing something knowing that these were often performed in tandem with puppet shows or a dance. Alas, that aspect I’ll have to leave to my imagination.
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- Matthew Jeanes
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Lycia is one of those acts that built a loyal following behind a giant wall of a discography that always left me a little baffled. I saw them live once around the time this record was initially released on Projekt and I remember thinking then that it sounded a bit like elements of the Cure and Cocteau twins exaggerated into the most obvious of clichés and then spit back out. The guitars can be pretty, but they serve a sort of empty purpose for me; the bass lines could be ripped straight from Pornography or any darker-era Cure disc; and the drums are almost relentlessly drowned in cathedral-verb to make everything sound like a funeral procession or cave recording.
The net effect is that what is meant to sound somber and sincere comes off as nothing but cartoonish. I can't listen to the record without thinking of the many friends I've had over the years whose apartments smell like cloves or incense, and have sheer black fabric draped over windows with rubber bats and skulls everywhere. It's fine to have some attachment to a scene, but good music ought to exist outside of any of that. I am sure that to a great number of Lycia fans and folks who litter their apartments with black candles, the fact that Lycia is a quintessential goth (or darkwave?) act is a good thing, but the music fails to work outside of that aesthetic. And I guess that's where the very concept of a reissue of a disc like this fails on me. Who is this for? What fans of this music don't already have access to these records, and what audience is left untapped? It seems to me that the best thing to do with records that fall out of print like this is to put them online so that new kids being indoctrinated into whatever scene finds these discs necessary can find them easily and without the cost associated to any of the parites involved in making new plastic discs.
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Translation Lost Records
This sort of metal was exciting when Neurosis mapped out its rough geography years ago. It was even exciting when Isis made a few albums surveying the finer details of the landscape but today, with dozens of bands crawling from the already flaky woodwork I find it hard to get excited about this “thinking man’s metal.” Mouth of the Architect at least make a decent stab at it, the music on this album is a lot more solid than the vast majority of the recent competition. There are moments where they break out of their shouty vocals and slightly challenging time signature riffing to add something new to the outdated blueprint. “Harboring an Apparition” starts off completely clean with only a slight reverb on the guitar. The reverb gets longer as the melody is repeated which gives a delicate intermission to the album. The song returns to the huge riffs but these two minutes of something different have freshened up the tired sound to some degree.
Unfortunately the rest of The Ties That Blind is too run of the mill to stick in my memory. When listening to the album I forget who it is although in the band’s favour I do think of them in the same company of good artists. Songs like “Carry On” and “At Arms Length” are cracking examples of rocking out. The sound is well produced and polished enough for it to sound impressive but not to remove the grit. There’s no point during the album do I think that the music is bad or that they shouldn’t have done that song. And this is what kills me about the band: they are good and obviously talented but locked into a sound that is not their own nor is it in any way distinctive.
Perhaps the saddest thing about The Ties That Blind is that by the end of the album I’m running to the CD player but not to press play again; I’m running with a Neurosis album to put it in the player in place of Mouth of the Architect. If they can tease out a more original sound on future releases I will be the first to champion them but if Mouth of the Architect continue down the identikit metal path I’m afraid I won’t be following their career.
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