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09 May 2004

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Constellation

Creating some of the most hauntingly beautiful music seems to comeeasily to the members of the gy!be nuclear family, but on this EP thesparse ensemble creates some of the most honest and unorganized musicof their careers. What started out as Efrim's studio noodling soonbroke out into more collaborative sessions, and eventually the songswere becoming something so special that they deserved and beckoned tobe finished. It's somewhat of a mixed bag in terms of pacing andsubject matter, and the songs come off as a bit of a sampler platter ofthe different bands that these members play in. The more the CDprogresses, however, the more I got the feeling that this music isgetting further and further away from the pure drama and epic dynamicsof the mothership group and more into the territory of smallercharacter pieces. The politics are still present, notably in the firstmoments of the EP where echoing shouts of "More Action! Less Tears!"are heard and on the second track "Microphones in the Trees," aparanoid study of the relentless monitoring of a nation's citizens.Through it all, Efrim is becoming a more capable and stronger vocalist,and the four voice choir adds real gusto to these fairly simple songs.As usual, my pulse quickened any time there was a swell in the song,where the instruments rose in volume or the playing became morefervent, but even during the quieter, subtler moments I was stillentranced. The raw energy of "More Action! Less Tears!" is certainlywelcome, especially considering the quiet nature of most Silver Mt.releases, and even though there is an incredibly sloppy rhythm thatnever maintains a consistent timing, it's still a hair-raising affair.Then the band descends into nigh-Cerberus Shoal territory on theaforementioned "Trees," with odd vocal prowess and gentle piano andguitar. The strangest and most captivating track is the last, whereEfrim goes it alone with toybox and guitar, letting whatever strikeshis fancy escape his lips. The track represents his most assuredlyrical and vocal performance ever, and the beauty of the whole releasewill capture me again and again whenever I listen to it.

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09 May 2004

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Sonic Unyon

Whenever the weather gets warm, and my seasonal affect disorder slipsback into hibernation, I tend to want to put away my stacks ofaggressive noise discs and cuddle up to something a little morecomfortable, a little more bright. Last year around this time, thechoice was A Northern Chorus' Spirit Flags,a brilliantly pretty record that made up for a lack in dynamicism withsome gorgeous, soaring melodies born out of the shoegazer ethic. So itis not entirely by surprise that friend and labelmates Raising the Fawnare an early contender for a prime spot on the springtime soundtrack.Led by Broken Social Scene contributor John Crossingham, Raising theFawn's The North Sea is another brisk breeze of northern air toflush out the senses. The band has crafted a collection of memorablemelodies and vocalizations that dazzle in a diverse group of songs thatare sometimes comforting and sometimes unsettling. In either case, thesongs are well designed to leave a lasting impression. "Gwendolyn" isan effervescent blast with a looping, springy backbeat. The vocals arelively and vibrant, as Cunningham devastates the wistful, tender lyricswith an expertly employed falsetto. "July 23rd" is the fuzzy, dejectedballad that chronicles an inconceivable loss with such aplomb and anaffecting arrangement that simmers in the brushes as they coast acrossthe cymbals and the snare heads, sounding like the sea spray againstthe rocks. The intricacies of The North Sea elevate the subjectmatter of isolation, loneliness, the remote alienation they illustratewith imagery of derelict ships and drifting captains, so that thedarker tones are polarized and ultimately uplifting. The peakingchoruses of the title track are a perfect example of the lushness ofRaising the Fawn's sound shining through the conceptual mists they havecast around themselves. The richness of the band's sound conjures up aslightly less unhinged version of the full-band Songs:Ohia of Magnolia Electric Co..The final two tracks, which register at just over ten minutes each, areheavy hitting pieces. "Drownded" surges ahead with dense squalls ofguitar that erupt in a collision of chords and expansive post-rockelaboration. The song is a massive presence on an album that built itsfoundation on spacious melodies and singing, a true climax. "E.T.A."finds Raising the Fawn collapsing, emotionally rather thanstylistically, under the drama of their subject, sprawling out in anappropriately stirring last gasp. The North Sea is a perfectrecord for that seasonal transition, clinging to the colder thoughtsbut irrevocably enveloped in the searing yellow light and verdantgreens of spring.

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09 May 2004

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Devil in the Woods

The time for the great summer records has arrived, and Meow Meow havecrafted one hell of a good time in their debut, though it may not seemlike it at first. One glance at the album artwork with exploding flowerhead, or at the tracklisting with titles like "The Killing Kind" and"Sick Fixation," may not reveal this; but both belie the music foundinside, even if they correctly reflect the lyrical content. Clearlythis band loves melodies and musical trickery — with burbling andstatic sounds surrounding the opening song on the album — and there's afirm country influence that's even more evident when the pedal steelcomes in. But all those pieces together do not ensure that the bandknows how to wield them and shape them into their bidding. Time andtime again on their debut, Meow Meow had me checking websites anddiscography sites asking "This is their debut?"Kirk Hellie and Christopher O'Brien are deft in their songwritingabilities, and their influences in '90s noise pop and '60s beach rockmay be obvious but they still manage to make some toes tap and somesmiles pour in with an originality all their own. These songs areinfused with sunshine and upbeat rhythms but still have some darkimagery poured all over them. There's laments about fucking it all upto open the record on "Cracked," then talk of killing off the cool kid,then talk of leaving people for dead, and on and on about depressingand deplorable subjects, while still maintaining enough of a party rocksound to forget about it all while listening. The noise continuesthroughout the record, with distorted guitar, static, and fuzz effectsdominating the mix on most every song. This is the most infectiousmusic I've heard this year, though, and despite the lyrics venturingfar into the morbid and disturbing, I was in a good mood from beginningto end.

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02 May 2004

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The record that begs the question: "Was there a time when Red Snapper was good?"

Flameboy Records

Was there a time when Red Snapper was good? I seem to remember that time, but all that I get from this remix 12" are bits of Red Snapper distilled for a mindless club audience. Red One is the 12" release of remixes from the Lo Recordings CD that must be inevitable because there's little point to any of these mixes outside of a club or sneaker commercial. Radioactive Man takes a stab at remixing "Four Dead Monks" into a nondescript jumpy techno/break number that I'm sure some DJ pool has a genre name for but that leaves me as a casual listener pretty cold. "Ultraviolet" begins with a minimal arrangement of soft tones and sparse high hats before kicking in to beat so generic it could only have been designed to make people mash their bodies together. The out-of-time bassline tries to give the track some sexy funk but winds up only smearing things into a mechanically unfunky mess. "Drill" as remixed by Jakeone is a welcome change of pace on the B-side, mixing a hip hop vocal over rubbery electro that falls on the European side of Afrika Bambaataa but is nonetheless groovy and deep. It's also the only track exclusive to the 12" which is a mixed blessing as it's the only one really worth searching out. Lastly, never name the last track on your record "Regrettable" for obvious reasons. It's just fodder for those of us who are sent copies of these releases to review. If you have to include a track called "Regrettable", at least have the decency to bury it in the middle of your record so that the listener/reviewer's last impression of your record is not... well, obvious.

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02 May 2004

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Touch

Ineffable and at the limits of experience, the sounds inside thisgorgeous little package break experiential limits. Though the imageryin the booklet suggests a cold and drifting place, I imagine the musicto be more akin to viewing the sun from only a few thousand miles away.Rosy Parlane's rich and vibrant pulses eminate and exude away from acenter boiling over with the unspeakable. Divided into three pieces, Iris sounds like the universal Omhissing in through subjective ears, playing with the phenomenology ofexperience, and coming to rest in the form of a vision: perhaps acertain place or a certain time will flash back from memory one listenand, on another, my mind will simply blank and release itself fromtroubles and worries. The bulk of the music isn't all zen-likemeditations on existence, though. "Part 2" hums and modulates away overthe organic sounds of glass, chains, and textured friction washing byin an organized concerto for metal surfaces and brooms. "Part 1" rollsalong slowly, almost like a lullaby, until the processed sound of whitenoise begins raining down over the calm. Raining is a completely aptdescription; Parlane manages to create a digital rainfall out of bitsof white noise that, while going to sleep, had me wanting to get up andcheck if clouds were rolling in. Iris naturally moves into themelodic at times; layers upon layers of sound will suddenly match up inperfect sequence to create moments of strange beauty. The layers driftby eachother eventually and return to the unknown, but these briefforays into familiar territory are welcome when they happen and neverbreak the trance of the drones create. "Part 3" is perhaps the moststunning of the three pieces and the most carefully constructured. Therhythmic popping and snapping mix perfectly with the organ flowspassing above and beneath them. Strangely enough, this last track wasan exotic and ominous soundstrack to a drive into the city - the musiccan be heard a thousand different ways and different people I've playedthis for have described entirely different visuals. The end of therecord runs away like the sound of a projector at the end of the filmroll - it's a movie where everyone sees something different and wherethe images stay unbroken in the mind for days to come.

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02 May 2004

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Nakameguro Yakkyoku Recordings/Cisco Records

Every once in a while, a DJ set comes off so well that it's actually worth releasing as an album, and the original In Time, Like Thiswas a pretty good trawl through a crate of head-nodding hip-hophistory. Four years on, the DJs responsible for it have released asequel that broadens its sights a bit, and it suffers for the lack offocus. For one thing, the "four turntables, two mixers, and nothingelse" credo of the original is gone: the Doctor Who sound effects thatcovered up quick transitions in the original have been replaced withdubby echoes and digital delays, and that unfortunately open up thedoor for sometimes-house-DJ Kensei to dump the tired sounds of hisother job into the mix. It would be hypocritical to knock the duo forblending genres on a music-geek site, and the racks of any DJ shop willtell you that plenty of clubs are only too happy to get some peanutbutter in their chocolate, but the lame-dance-club stink of house istoo strong a reminder of hip-hop's more embarrassing "shake your assand damn The Message" tendencies to ignore altogether. When they startplaying records even a bit outside of the usual club fodder, though,the results improve: Deep Purple getting rear-ended by a conga beat anda rocky drum kit while some zippy high-pitched scratching goes on isworth hearing, and it only gets better when some Yello/Art of Noise-ishloops and shards of Missy Elliott worm their way into the proceedings.Unfortunately, the good stuff only goes on for a couple of minutes at atime, and it's almost always dragged to a halt by invitations to waveyour beer in the air; the fact that In Time 2 is acompetently-mastered room recording, or perhaps badly-masteredsoundboard output mixed with one, even lets you hear the audience doingjust that. I'm not sure what the rationale for the crowd noise is, butit really only reminds you that you're not at the Liquid Room and/ordrunk enough to really get caught up in the moment and just enjoythings. For 2000 yen, it's a lot cheaper than going to the show wouldhave been, but that really just softens the edge of the disappointment.

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02 May 2004

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Sonic Unyon

Don't let it turn your brown eyes blue, and don't let them turn yourblues beige. Andre Ethier takes a break from his day job with theDeadly Snakes to take a stab at a record whose components could befound strewn across dozens of other releases. This is no cut-and-pastepastiche work of interpolations, but rather a slab of traditional(read: tired) old blues motions compiled into original works. Ethierindulges in an brusque exploration of the blue-eyed blues (though Iadmit not knowing what color his eyes are, really), strumming anacoustic guitar along the same world-weary twelve bars that musicianshave been walking for decades, with or without the benefits of a bassline. It's difficult to hear the performer through his influences, withthe arraignments paying a slavish tribute to the core of most songsreleased before 1970 and Ethier's Dylanesque phrasing leaving verylittle room for interpretation. "Little Saddy" is a notable offender,with the regrettable formula of repeating the first line of the versetwice before reaching a new thought. A standard blues move if thereever was one, though such moves only work when that line isparticularly sharp, or delivered with some kind of intense conviction.Unfortunately, when the Dylan recedes, the listener is left with onlyEthier, sounding completely hollow and flat. On "The Hanging Man,"Ethier asks his band mates for a big finish just before the final bars,and the response is an abrupt thud that makes for a curiously anemicclose. Without a doubt, there are elements of this record that willappeal to some. There are the lingering glimmers of Ethier's influencesthat haunt every song, and the purist trappings of the fully acousticsetup and live to tape recording process. The former, however amusingthe familiar sounds might be, does not make for a compelling record,only a catalog of weak versions of other people's hooks, meticulouslystraightened out and made dull. That it was recorded live to tape ispart badge and part excuse, providing a raw and unfettered version ofEthier and company's performance together—a claim that the neat andtidy recording does not back up. The ensemble is extremely reserved,daring not to wander out of the linear structures of their songs. Idon't mean to say that they should have devolved their trad-blues intosome kind of psychedelic freak out, but that their homage is far toopristine and clinical to ever capitalize on the crackling,devil-may-care lineage they seek to identify their music with.

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02 May 2004

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Important

This dismal new offering by Genesis P-Orridge was made in collaborationwith a well-known producer, who prefers to go under the assumed name ofAstrid Monroe for this release, presumably out of sheer embarrassmentat the outcome. I'm certain that I'm not alone in having beenunderwhelmed by most of Genesis' recent musical work, most especially1999's Thee Majesty, P-Orridge's vanity "spoken word" album of apoetic,repetitive blather that featured the painfully dull ambient soundsettings of the talentless Bryin Dall. "When I was young, there weretwo reasons for me to look in a mirror," Genesis intoned on TheeMajesty's debut Time's Up,"The first reason was to see if my parting was straight. The secondreason was to see if my tie was straight. Now I'm older, and there's athird reason." Apparently, this sort of thing passes for profundityover at the P-Orridge household, and perhaps among a small legion ofTOPY holdovers, but for those who are not altogether convinced thatGenesis is a transsexual alien prophet-shaman-guru whose everyutterance must be the very voice of God, it can't help but seem alittle trite. It should come as no surprise my abject disappointmentwhen I discovered that When I Was Young is nothing but a rehash of the same non-revelatory prattle that populated Time's Up.Filtering out the minimal, dark-ambient backing tracks from theoriginal material, Astrid Monroe reuses Genesis' vocal tracks, addingheavy distortion and vocoder effects, placing them in new settings oflaughably swanky, nocturnal trip-hop outmoded by at least a decade.It's hard to say who exactly the real Astrid Monroe might be, butjudging from the dubby, overproduced atmospherics and syrupy strings,I'd place him or her squarely in the Massive Attack camp. Sci-fitheremin and ring-modulation effects are used to contribute to adruggy, night-clubby atmosphere, which sounds frankly ludicrousaccompanying P-Orridge's space-cadet proselytizing. It should be notedthat Genesis P-Orridge is a great artist and a massively importantcounter-cultural figure who has been at the vanguard of art, music andculture for thirty years. Even now, with his transgender surgicalmutations and his recent resurrection and transmutation of PTV andThrobbing Gristle, he is proving that he is still a vital and relevantfigure. Many complained when Psychic TV began experimenting with acidhouse back in their mid-80's Infinite Beat phase, but inGenesis' defense, it hadn't yet become a hopeless clich?, and PTV wereable to innovate and expand the definitions of the genre, influencing ageneration of producers. Unfortunately, When I Was Young comes more than 12 years too late to be even slightly relevant.

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02 May 2004

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4AD

After a long wait with no signs of life of any kind, Vinny Miller isset to confound the world on his debut full-length for 4AD. Signed overfive years ago and with only one song released on a 4AD compilation,Miller is the label's longest signing without a record to speak of, andOn the Blockshows exactly why. Listening to the record, I got the overwhelmingsense of someone who is looking for the sound that defines him, movingin all directions at once, and wrestling with the whole process and thevoices in his head all at the same time. There are moments when, nodoubt in my mind, he's figured it out and he's created a song thatmoves and completely crushes the soul at the same time. There are alsomoments when he's lost the plot completely, and yet I think it'simportant to him that people hear those moments more than the others sothat he can grow as an artist. Either way, it is a genuinely confusingalbum with sketches of brilliance from time to time that hint at a muchgreater work that will obliterate us all. The album opens with arecording of Vinny calling into a radio program quiz show where notsaying yes or no is the key, and the DJ's reaction to speaking withhim. Then, seamlessly, the first true song begins in "Breaking Out ofYour Arms," and it's a stunner. Just Vinny and a guitar rend absoluteheartbreak from even the staunchest joy, and he even reaches a bit toprovide some histrionics that do not disappoint. His voice is a veryfragile one on most songs, due mostly, I think, to attempts to soar outof his range, but it suits the material perfectly. The pace continueson the mellow side, but then on "Pigpen," Vinny unleashes the darkside. It doesn't seem like it at first, but in the middle of the trackhe shifts immediately from pan effects and minimal percussion to allout burn. It's delicious, and even though it seems a bit schizophrenic,my whole body shook with the force in the speakers. The more bizarremoments ruin such a brilliant progression, however, with the vocalblends and grunts of "Cromagno," destroying the momentum just beforethe calm returns. And so it goes on, with highs then lows continuing towar for control with neither fully winning. The awkward starts andstops intermingled with the annoying side tracks that go nowhere blindthe wonder of it all, and thus I'm left with the feeling that this is afine debut, too long in the making due to the artist's confusion. I'mmore than inclined to give Vinny time, though, because the best momentsof this album eclipse entire catalogues of other bands.

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Temporary Residence

Eluvium's Matthew Cooper has eschewed the use of electronic and digitalmanipulation for his second album on Temporary Residence, preferringinstead to sit down a piano, turn the microphone on, and record thepure output of his fingers on the ebonies and ivories. What I came toenjoy most about last year's Lambent Material(a beautifully narcotic album) was the stark monotony of the tones.There was very little variation in a given song: piano restructured byway of electronics and effects. Each measure was laid out economicallyand in the perfect amount to satisfy the movement of the piece. Here,however, Eluvium produces an undiluted and more robust sound, full ofvirtuosic piano suites without any tampering on the end production. Thepace is slightly faster, the playing more frenetic (sounds simply slideinto each another), and the output is altogether a differentexperience. The sound is palpably lonely, as if you are peeking inunnoticed on a master at work alone is his studio, a painter engaged inthe first brush-strokes on a canvas. Likewise, Eluvium grants us accessto the very inner workings of his musical creations, isolating thesub-atomic particles of them. These particles are kinetic and lush andelegant in their spareness. The pensiveness is evident in every songregardless of length, be it only one-minute long ("An AccidentalMemory") or seven-minutes ("The Well-Meaning Professor"). Ironically, asong like "Nepenthe" is more lambent than anything on Lambent Material:notes flicker and collide, gliding up and down in arpeggios andcascades. It is not a long album; 27 minutes and suddenly the end hits.I feel as though I've been truly listening in on a daily practicesession (half an hour of piano playing squeezed in between a biologylab report and the Proust reading). Throughout my listenings of thisalbum, I could swear that I heard a telephone ringing, not in thebackground of the music, but somewhere in my apartment. I don't knowwhat aural resonance or vibrational frequency was causing thisphenomenon, and so it makes me think that someone, somewhere is tryingto get through to me. But I don't care. The music is still playing andI am a little transfixed by what I hear.

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02 May 2004

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Trunk

Chancing upon Basil Kirchin's previously unissued album Quantum: A Journey Through Sound in Two Partsreleased on Trunk last year was like stumbling onto a briefcase full oflarge, unmarked currency. The densely structured combinations oftime-stretched field recordings, jazz improvisations and tenseatmospherics had that dreamlike, dark, subconscious quality that I hadpreviously attributed only to 1980's underground cassette heroes likeRoger Doyle and HNAS. Technically, Kirchin's works could be describedas musique concrete, but his unorthodox, hallucinogenic collages ofsquawking geese, autistic children and backwards-tracked saxophonesolos seem well beyond the spectrum of academia to me. The Quantum release was one of my favorites of 2003, and it led me to seek out Basil Kirchin's amazing soundtrack to The Abominable Dr. Phibes and his pair of early-70's experimental masterpieces, both entitled Worlds Within Worlds. With Charcoal Sketches/States of Mind, Trunk continues their schedule of unearthing never-issued works by Kirchin. The Charcoal Sketchesof the title are three brief instrumental improvisations, overlaid withthe now-familiar recordings of birdsong, slowed and mutated to resemblethe bellowing hoots of a wounded gryphon. This material was recordedduring the nascent period before the Worlds sessions, and itdoesn't share the same furious and unpredictable fieriness of the otheralbums. The musicians appear to be playing off of the mutatedbirdcalls, cautiously weaving through a sparse work of gentle radiance.At times, the smooth funkiness of the guitar and bass, mixed with theotherworldliness of the fluttering whoops and chatters, reminded me ofthe soundtrack to Fantastic Planet grafted onto In a Silent Way-era Miles. States of Mindis considerably more disturbing, a collection of nine briefinstrumental sketches each meant to illustrate a different mentaldisorder. This music was used in the soundtrack for a short film shownonly once at an international conference of Psychiatrists held in 1968.The title of "Plaques and Tangles" refers to the brain degenerationcaused by Alzheimer's Disease. The track begins in a chaotic swell ofcompeting neuron fires, and eventually digresses into a dark fog ofconfusion. Frantic evocations of mania and paranoia are supplied byEvan Parker's frenzied saxophone solos. My only complaint is that themost of these tracks are far too brief and fragmentary, with not enoughtime given to fully develop the tantalizing themes. Consequently, it'snot nearly as immersive and powerful as Kirchin's other works. AlthoughI realize that this is inherent in the original sources from whichthese brief sketches are drawn, I hope that Kirchin chooses to revisitthis material at some future point and weave it into the kind ofmasterpiece I know he is capable of.

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