- Lucas Schleicher
- Albums and Singles
Kranky
Our Bed Is Greenis a massive recording of several different styles of music, all ofwhich are only hinted at on more recent releases. Between the soft,eerie opening of "Tea" and the hissing, open sound collage aura of"Finale" is a mish-mash of country, soul, blues, and spiritual musicgrinding upon each other and unleashing a full, dense steam of tenseatmospheres and playful, melodic pictures. Songs like "Bid YouGoodnight" and "I Don't Know You" are composed of relativelystraight-forward guitar and organ phrases harmonizing togetherperfectly, with either Christina or Tom singing, but without thestrange or alien characteristics of their more recent work (think Joy Shapes).On the same CD, however, are droning and meditative guitar sonatas like"The Treadmill" and "Stuttgart." On these noise is king and the guitaris bled of every last ounce of electricity before Tom Carter eventhinks about letting it go. Crystalline notes seep through the walls ofsound that Charalambides lay down, providing a center to the chaos theysometimes unleash, and through their wails that familiar and hauntingspirit rolls out of their music. It's hard to imagine any other bandsitting such distinct musical styles side by side without soundingsloppy, but Charalambides can be quiet and spectral one moment, igneousthe next, and end up resolving themselves into a country-folk hybridthat eases on by as though it were carried on the wind. There might bemore recognizable elements on Our Bed Is Green, but the musicis undeniably unlike anything else I've heard; Charalambides wereentirely unique from the beginning. The songs on their first record arealready composed of anti-matter and numinous non-sounds, placing all ofthem well outside this world and somewhere in the nether places of mythor mysticism.
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- Jim Siegel
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"The Meat in the Street" and thehideously-titled "The National Republic of Harelip" feature the rapid,rolling stop-start rhythms that are usually associated with so-calledIDM, but in this environment they work well to heighten the tensioncreated by layers of atmospheric synths and brooding melodies. Thismusic seems more the work of a singular vision than most melodicelectronic music, bearing evidence of human hands through the emotionalresonance of tracks like "Letter Puncture PNX Pass" and "Johnny 123.""Johnny" features irregular rhythms escaping all over the stereo field,yet is grounded by a bed of plaintive, melodic synthesizer tones andstrange vocal samples. The cut-up whispered vocals on "The Coal MineWorker" give the track a sense of pending doom that is heightened bythe eerie, claustrophobic ambience of the music. Other tracks, such as"Not Down That Alley," "Slave News," and "17 Fidelity Guards" arebeatless and evoke apocalyptic visions through introspectivesynthesizer washes. These relatively sedate pieces offer contrast tothe hectic beat programming featured on many of the other tracks, yetretain a connection to the whole by evoking a similar atmosphere ofdesolation. This contrast is one of the strengths of the album, andsaves it from being a dull collection of tracks that each pit beatsversus ambience. "Bleak Purple" is by far the noisiest track here, withshort bursts of digital detritus weaving in and out of skittery beatsthat vary from the quiet pitter-patter variety to full-on industrialstomp. The dub-inflected techno rhythms and keyboard stabs of"Lockerbroom Rumble" would sound derivative of Pole and the BasicChannel crew were they not combined with waves of sharp static andplaced within the context of the rest of these tracks. Although Nodernwas recorded in Venice, London, and Johannesburg, it doesn't sound asif it was pieced together from various sessions over a period of threeyears. None of these cities come to mind when hearing the album, asNodern has successfully created a work that is borne of his ownuniverse.
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- Gary Suarez
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LTM
In the summer of 1989 after an extensive tour for that album, perhaps with a desire to escape from chart success and return to his Joy Division roots, Hook got into the studio with musicians Chris Jones and David Hicks to begin writing the first lackluster material for the band. In January 1990, Revenge played their first live show with an expanded lineup featuring Ash and David Potts, the latter of whom became Hook's co-collaborator in the redeeming and poppier Monaco project. The five-piece band toured throughout the world in support of their One True Passion album on Factory, and the recordings on this entirely unnecessary release are culled from two different performances from the tour in Manchester and Kawasaki, Japan respectively.
The key issue I take with Revenge is that their original songs were never all that good to begin with, so logically a full disc of concert recordings cannot do much to change that. Having listened to the studio releases all the way through Revenge's final 'Gun World Porn' EP, the live versions are, on the whole, generally rockier versions of the album mixes. In Manchester, after a short "Intro Jam," the band goes into "Jesus... I Love You," a track full of guitar fuzz, irksomely placed handclaps and cowbells, and, of course, Hook's signature bass. Yet despite his brilliant playing throughout, the material leaves much to be desired and his bandmates do little to help in the process. "Cloud 9" cranks up the guitar considerably and basks in self-indulgent rockstar soloing. Hook's vocals, particularly in a live setting, are not his strongest asset, nor are his lyrics, as evident on the ridiculously penned "Deadbeat." Truth be told, if the group had continued in the funky, poppier direction of "State Of Shock" perhaps Revenge might not have been so wholly forgettable. The final cut from this show is their take on "Dreams Never End," and naturally Hook shines here while the band remains unsurprisingly true to the New Order original. The Kawasaki show, recorded several months earlier than the Manchester gig, features two additional covers, the Rolling Stone's "Citadel" and the Velvet Underground's classic "White Light/White Heat." Sadly, the latter comes across as unnatural and rather unlistenable, much like if it were performed by a band normally not heard outside their drummer's garage... and with good reason.
Judging by the performances presented here, Hook was right to disband the group in 1992 and move on to other musical ventures. Unquestionably a mere vanity project, Revenge undeservedly rode on the coattails of New Order's great success and thanks to LTM's recent attention continues to do just that.
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- Chris Roberts
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Mute
Using bugs, frogs and the occasional mammal forinspiration, it's not quite clear if the anonymous Residents are tryingto make a Darwinian statement or if they just decided to (once again)do something no one else had thought of. Just in time for spring—therelease was originally scheduled for February but was pushed backseveral times for unknown reasons—and the lovely mating calls andhordes of insects the season brings, the cacophonous collection callsupon the whole breadth of the Residents' musical abilities in order toreplicate the sounds of nature. Jazz horns recreate the bleat of abullfrog, classical strings and cellos emulate the buzz of cicadas or aswarm of flies, elements of their musical beginnings as and every"human"-made vocal is put through enough synthesizers and effects tomake them sound like a bug or some other creature. To the extent thatthey are decipherable, the lyrics are also animal-inspired. The opener,"On The Way (to Oklahoma)" in part follows the travails of a fly as itflies about, stopping to "feast on a dog/ lying in the heat." Most ofthe other vocals are too distorted to hear clearly, and are sometimesso adulterated as to be unbearably grating, not actually sounding likea bug but a train derailment. There are some very enchanting melodieson the more instrumental tracks: "Ingrid's Oily Tongue" features alonely opera soprano vocal dueting with a mellow horn and synth (mademe think of a snake), and the busy backbeat of "Mr. Bee's Bumble"manages to overcome the nearly insufferable vocal interludes. AnimalLover's most enjoyable moment is "Inner Space," when the femalevocalist's (the Residents have refused to reveal their identiesthroughout their forty-year career) hauntingly beautiful alto isallowed to be heard unruined by the effects, keeping time to a starkand mysterious background complete with tintinnabulating bells.Disturbing and lovely. As a novelty, Animal Lover is notable andunique: in my knowledge, nothing quite like it has ever been donebefore, at least not to this extent. As one of the Residents' manyaccomplishments, however, which include scoring Pee Wee's Playhouse,Dadaist interpretations of Elvis and the Beatles, and a memorable40-song album that snuck its way onto the Billboard Top 40, it ranksway down the pecking order. Fans of the Residents may dismiss suchcriticism as uncomprehending, or Phillistinic, but it's spot-on: asmusic most of Animal Lover is neither pleasing nor impressive (asidefrom being very, very different), two key components of any enjoyablealbum with lasting appeal aside from mere novelty.
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- Jonathan Dean
- Albums and Singles
Only a week afterreviewing their quite good self-titled reissue on Wabana, I am forcedto agree that this is the finest missive yet issued from the Bostoncollective. It's the group's first release on the Bastet label, therecord-releasing arm of the trendy Arthur Magazine, a flimsy,ink-smudged free-press monthly from Los Angeles that seems to havebecome the taste-making publication du jour for the indie folk, psychand metal scenes. Bastet has already released a limited Sunn O))) livealbum and the scene-defining Golden Apples of the Sun compilation, and here comes a third great release that is sure to solidify its status as a label to keep an eye on. No Magic Manboasts the finest quality SBHOTM live recording yet, appearing to havebeen edited down from a series of recent performances, and carefullysequenced so that it has the feel of a coherent whole, a concept albumof sorts. The loose concept is Egyptian high magical ritual, and thealbum is littered with transitional tracks that seem to have been takenfrom a 1970s TV documentary on the mysteries of Ancient Egypt, thenarrator's voice pitched down and distorted at random intervals. Thisconceptual musique concrête technique creates a hauntingly cryptic andnostalgic mood to the proceedings, and the tracks where the ensembleworks their improvisational magic are utterly hypnotizing. The grouphas matured considerably in the few years they've been playingtogether, and No Magic Man evidences this growth. Theirimprovisations spend less time meandering about as players find theirfooting, and more time locked into a solid groove. The keyboards andguitar are in especially fine form throughout the album, creatingmelodic loops of ascending and descending melodies that weave aroundeach other in a strange and hypnotic dance. Vaguely Arabic soundingscales are created with guitar and synthesizer that form perfectscaffolding over which the other eight-or-so members hang theircontributions. On "The Air Itself," Rob takes the microphone for one ofhis free-associated lysergic monologues that should be familiar toanyone who has seen the band live recently. His Bostonian accent,frequent tentative uhs and stoned, surrealistic automatism make thetrack at once hilarious and mind-expanding, which is largely the appealof a Sunburned live experience. "Yer Own Eyes & The Number None" isthe darkest and most menacing track, an Ash Ra Temple-esque jam thatsuddenly erupts into an intense whirlpool of chaotic noise, which issucked out the other end of a Sun Ra album played backwards. Bandmembers meet and communicate in trancelike rhythmic conversations thateasily dissolve and journey into ever groovier, more righteouslyfucked-up territories. Hopefully, SBHOTM can keep measuring up to thenew bar they've set with No Magic Man, as it is truly one of the most unstoppably groovy, shamanistic records yet to surface this year.
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- Andrew Culler
- Albums and Singles
23Five
They, along with people like Christian Marclay, EmilBeaulieau, and Boyd Rice, became the first to take a turntable'sarchaic playback mechanism to task as an instrument, capable not onlyof an easily-manipulated and virtually inexhaustible bank of noise, butalso of almost automatic syntactic headfuckery. The plunderphonic,Negativlandian impulse had already begun to assert itself in 1987, butGum's purely phonographic stance brought that same brand of pop culturecommentary and exploited sound-bytes in immediate collision with thingspurely visceral. The duo scratched, sanded, baked, burnt, and otherwisemutated their thrift store finds, assembling a collection of lockedgrooves and blasted sound chips that essentially gave forgotten recordsnew life, fodder for a kind of surreal puppet circus where strung-upcorpses grind out stunted, nervous repetitions of a living dance. Gum'strajectory moves from something like a punkier incarnation of theplunderphonic phenomenon, to amateur industrial klang, to wildlysuccessful sound collage efforts that in many ways predict the soundsof today's turntable namedrops: Philip Jeck, Martin Tretault, JanekSchaefer. Curtis and Samartzis put more emphasis on the process end,that is the abrasions and mutations of the records and their preciserecombination, than on any kind of re-contextualization of recognizablesources. The few tracks to actually show their age are in fact the oneswhere the duo's intent appears too transparent, their motives too easy:phone-sex dialogue featuring Curtis set to an effected Super Fly soundtrack or a live set where the Bee Gee's Saturday Night Feverbecomes the rhythmic template. Elsewhere, the simple and arrestingpower of the duo's surface scavenges, and their queasy track titles("Testicle Stretch," "Smooth Torture in Exile," "Arm Fuck"), becomemore than adequate in communicating a hilarious, dystopian, andultimately beautiful worldview. Especially on the longer tracks like"Banning" or "Melted Limp Fallout," Gum achieves mysterious andimmersive sound environments that feel perfectly suited to the presentday and help to explain Samartzis' future work as an accomplished soundartist. Vinyl Anthology collects everything Gum released plusseveral unreleased and live tracks; it is indispensable document forfans of turntable-based music, punkers, noisers, and pop theoristsworldwide. - Andrew Culler
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The Leaf Label
There are clear and obviousreferences to Klezmer, French street music and Flamenco idioms in themusic, and less obvious hints of Mariachi, American and Brit trad-folk.Though the music here is still unmistakably the work of Jeremy Barnes,with odd passages of psychedelic whimsy, the strangeness comes mostlyfrom unexpected cultural juxtapositions and stylisticcross-germinations, rather than from the extended, improvised freakoutsof his previous projects. There is a new emphasis placed oncomposition, musicianship and melody on Darkness at Noon,bringing the project closer in style to groups such as The MagicCarphathians or The One Ensemble of Daniel Padden. Most tracks arebased around Barnes' accordion playing, which is by turns fast andfurious, or slow and droning. Filling out the sound are an array ofinstruments drawn from at least three continents: harp, oud, Turkishcumbus, jaw harp and an array of percussion. For the most part, thealbum is bright, energetic and upbeat, with all the instrumentalelements in perfect synch with each other. "Laughter in the Dark"begins with a Morricone Mexico-by-way-of-Italia trumpet solo, soonjoined by Barnes' squeezebox and percussion. The track slowly anddecisively builds to a fantastically orgasmic center, with a resoundingchorus of voices chanting words drawn from a George W. Bush speech. Thedistinctly Gallic sound of "The Moon Under Water" sounds like a lostcut from Yann Tiersen's soundtrack to Amelie, while "The Water Underthe Moon" is a romantic waltz with strings and piano that skips overwet cobblestones on a dark European street. Perhaps its just that mybrain seems to leap to film imagery, but there are many moments on Darkness at Noon when I was reminded of classic cinema like Reed's The Third Man (shades of Anton Karas' gypsy music score) and Fellini's carnivalesque La Strada."For Slavoj" is a musical tribute to the great postmodern thinkerSlavoj Zizek, playing on the Lacanian philosopher's ideas of nostalgiaand kitsch with a recollective folk tune, replete with syrupy repeatedchorus of "I love you," before dissolving into Steve Reich-style modernclassical piano piece. This is just one of many examples of the breadthand scope of AHAAH's eclectic musical vision, which for all of itshard-won complexity, arrives to my ears as a deliciously gelled andeminently listenable whole.
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- Andrew Culler
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Gesine marks the return of the guitar asdominant voice, this time a rarely-treated almost acoustic soundoccupying a far more subdued setting. Backed only by finger-snap-sizepercussion, a few earth-toned hums and feedback drones, the instrumententers within the already charged atmosphere of the bedroom where thelowest relief or incidental amplifies to the potential hinge for asong's drama. Ielasi's guitar drops like ink in water suspension,coloring and adding sculpture to the backdrop's warm restlessness. Hisfigures, though, are not fixed, meandering instead across a ghostly andascetic blues, very much in the MazzaCane Connors or Charalambidesrealm and with a similar hidden complexity. Close listening providesthat Ielasi has in many cases, quadruple-tracked his guitar, two of itsclones doing a mirror-walk on the scratchy surface level blues patternswhile two more layer harmonic overtones beneath. These under-layerstake on a degree of sterility in their arrangement and inhumanconstancy, pulling Gesine further from the golden antebellumviews of Connors and the C-bides and closer to the disquietedatmospherics of Ielasi's fellow Italian and Viennese improvisers. Bythe fifth of the six tracks, background and foreground have coalescedinto a dual-stranded dagger of whining feedback, a slow black-out of Gesine'sintimate texture that leaves only the drowsy, given-up plucking of thesixth track to map out a final hesitancy. The 30 minute disc is simplyone more beautifully packaged and recorded release from Ielasi, theabove only one reading of music whose inflated miniatures and subtleguitar anti-heroics require many more.
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- Jonathan Dean
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Infraction
Each of the four tracksbegins in total silence, which is actually unpotentiated sound justbeyond the threshold of audibility. Slowly and gorgeously, the densesound of vintage electric organs begin to coalesce in the far distance,looped steam calliope melodies smeared out across the sky likecumulonimbus cotton candy clouds. Soft and murmuring, Beequeen's dronesare sweet and airy, filling the room with densely immersive butspiritually uplifting sound, a gossamer architecture of floatingspiderwebs and translucent dirigables. It's a sound birthed in adaydream, buoyant melodies from a distant circus big top obfuscated bylayers of fog and abstracted by years spent asleep and dreaming. Music For the Head Ballethas far more to say than an average album of minimalist, electronicambience, which shouldn't be surprising to those who have listened toBeequeen's work through the years. Freek and Frans are singularlytalented at the seemingly effortless creation of mood and atmosphere,impregnating their nebulous compositions with a cerebral quality thatalways welcomes repeated listens. In the midst of its disarming beauty,"Days That Never Were" contains uncanny elements of the ominous,haunted by the distant, fragmented memories of childhood. In contrast,"These Foolish Days" seems breezy and uncomplicated, though it travelsthrough mysteriously gauzy chambers of tantalizingly fuzzydiscombobulation. "White Feathers on a Dish, Used to Erect thePyramids" sounds like an Angelo Badalamenti score skirting just outsidethe edge of melody and cohesion. The new addition of "Remind Me of You"takes an atonal, shapeless swell of organ drones and sets it againstthe summer buzz of sunlight and distant lawn sprinklers. Head Balletis not for those looking for pleasures concrete and tuneful, but ratherfor those that wouldn't mind a total immersion in an esoteric audioenvironment full of half-remembered dreams that slip back into thecloudy murk before they can be fully grasped.
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- Joshua David Mann
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The coverversion could certainly sound better and be better recorded, butwithout the actual authorship of the song, there is an emptiness. Muchbetter to take a song and create a variation on a theme, inspired bythe original but not onerously dictated by it. And so in keeping withthis notion, Temporary Residence presents their Black Sabbath tributealbum called "Everything Comes & Goes," featuring self-proclaimed"interpretations" and "mutilations" of Sabbath's songs (with perhapsone or so being a little more straightforward than the rest). The bandsassembled here stick exclusively to pre-1975 material so there is noconfusion about whether this is Ozzy's Sabbath or Ronnie's or Tony's.This is strictly an Osbournian identity. Matmos inaugurate the sacredrites of tribute with a sparse electronic conception of "F/X." There isa great distance between the original song and Matmos' treatment but,again, this is the kernel of distinction between being a true tributealbum and simply a facsimile album. Japan's Ruins throw their typicalcurveball in what is definitively not a cover version but rather amedley of Sabbath themes enjambed next to one another. The song isforgettable but the band's preemptory (and unnecessary) apology in theliner notes is humorous. The Grails have a post-rock imagining of"Black Sabbath" which is adapted well by the inclusion of the band'sviolin. Another post-rock instrumental is supplied by Paul Newman whometallurgically add a measure of angularity to "Faeries Wear Boots."Four Tet offer a saccharine version of "Iron Man" as only they can.Again, there is not a lot of profundity here, but a pleasant listennonetheless. Curtis Harvey (late of Rex) Trio add an almoststraightforward cover of "Changes" but they countrify and folk it upjust enough to make it one of the better interpretations on thecollection. Ned Oldham's Anomoanon supply the most ghostly and eerie"mutilation" with their take on "Planet Caravan." The song is haunting,meditative, and deliberate, perhaps the most evocative on the album. Inthe final two slots, Racebannon satanically blasts out "Sabbath BloodySabbath" while Greenness w/ Philly G pieces together the mostSabbath-sounding offering yet in their cover of "Sweet Leaf," all thewhile being quite careful not to sound anything like Mogwai's cover ofthe song. While the individual bands here have certainly paid justtribute to Black Sabbath, I don't think that they have necessarily donethem justice. Everything Comes & Goesis more amusing than invigorating, but such amusement should not bedisregarded because it creates a cute album of variations. The bandswere prudent in clinging to the early Sabbath material since soonafterward (post-1980) Sabbath itself became more amusing thaninvigorating.
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- Jason Olariu
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Lacking a lot of the sound experimentation featured on hisdebut album, "Big City Secrets", the theme of "Come To Where I'm From"seems to be perfecting the art of song craft. Beginning with thebittersweet acoustic-led "In The Sun", which has been a long-time livefavorite of Joe's fans and was also recorded by his mentor/label bossPeter Gabriel for a Princess Di tribute album, I had a bad feeling J.A.has gone soft and has given up his cutting edginess for more AOR-drivenpop balladeering. "Chemical" and "History", with their flickeringsounds fluttering around the song's jangly pop heart like butterflywings of distortion, are refreshing reminders that no matter howradio-friendly Joe gets, he's still head-and-shoulders above most ofhis pop-driven peers. Giving further props to Tom Waits, such as"Bottle Of Me" from "Big City Secrets", "Invisible Hands" is alate-night lovers lament, with it's big drums, echoey guitar, andwhispered vocals - personal, sensual, and enticing. "Come To Where I'mFrom" is, essentially, both homage to the genius of the late JeffBuckley and a promise to carry on in the creation of ecstatic,groundbreaking music. Beautifully honest and sublime.
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