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Do you want to know how they keep starting fires? The Electric Sixfirst gained attention with their single, "Danger! High Voltage," whichlaid down the blueprint for their dance garage style and penchant forabsurd lyrics ("Fire in the disco / Fire in the Taco Bell!"), deliveredwith conviction by singer Dick Valentine and (alleged guest) JackWhite. Their sound was a strange brew of disco beats, surf squalls, andAndrew W.K. party riffing. While that single was immensely enjoyable,its novel, what-the-hell-is-this attraction hinted that the ElectricSix might find it hard to keep it up over the course of an entire LP.On Fire,the Detroit residents look to hold you in their grasp with songs thatdescribe their favorite pastimes, which include fire, the night,dancing, nuclear war, women, bars, and synthesizers. Often, theirbacchanalian single mindedness leads to redundancy, as on the track"Gay Bar," which commands that together we should "start a nuclear war/ at the gay bar," being immediately followed by the song "Nuclear War(On the Dance Floor)." Regardless, the former track is prettyconvincing, coming off as the hard rock party anthem of the not todistant future (it has already spawned one of those dancing cat onlineflash videos). Electric Six manages to top "Danger!" in unusual,unbalanced brilliance with "I'm the Bomb." Maybe I'm just a sucker fora song about, what else, dancing and women, which uses the word"gerrymandering." "Three, two, one, I'm the bomb," declares the chorus,"and I'm ready to go off on your shit." They're sublimely cocky, with aflair for the dramatic and a powerful desire to be looked at. I mean,they yell "Solo!" before they start a guitar solo at least twice.That's how much they want you to pay attention to them. Still, evenwith those occasional sparks, 'Fire' contains songs like "ElectricDemons In Love," "Naked Pictures (Of Your Mother)," and "She's White"which all smear together in a blur of generic lack of inspiration.Their original themes never vary much, and the frequent overlap tendsto make for a tedious listen, in total. Fire doesn't do much todispel the label of novelty that "Danger!" found attached to it, andthat's what makes the moments of quirk so fun.
Do you want to know how they keep starting fires? The Electric Sixfirst gained attention with their single, "Danger! High Voltage," whichlaid down the blueprint for their dance garage style and penchant forabsurd lyrics ("Fire in the disco / Fire in the Taco Bell!"), deliveredwith conviction by singer Dick Valentine and (alleged guest) JackWhite. Their sound was a strange brew of disco beats, surf squalls, andAndrew W.K. party riffing. While that single was immensely enjoyable,its novel, what-the-hell-is-this attraction hinted that the ElectricSix might find it hard to keep it up over the course of an entire LP.On Fire,the Detroit residents look to hold you in their grasp with songs thatdescribe their favorite pastimes, which include fire, the night,dancing, nuclear war, women, bars, and synthesizers. Often, theirbacchanalian single mindedness leads to redundancy, as on the track"Gay Bar," which commands that together we should "start a nuclear war/ at the gay bar," being immediately followed by the song "Nuclear War(On the Dance Floor)." Regardless, the former track is prettyconvincing, coming off as the hard rock party anthem of the not todistant future (it has already spawned one of those dancing cat onlineflash videos). Electric Six manages to top "Danger!" in unusual,unbalanced brilliance with "I'm the Bomb." Maybe I'm just a sucker fora song about, what else, dancing and women, which uses the word"gerrymandering." "Three, two, one, I'm the bomb," declares the chorus,"and I'm ready to go off on your shit." They're sublimely cocky, with aflair for the dramatic and a powerful desire to be looked at. I mean,they yell "Solo!" before they start a guitar solo at least twice.That's how much they want you to pay attention to them. Still, evenwith those occasional sparks, 'Fire' contains songs like "ElectricDemons In Love," "Naked Pictures (Of Your Mother)," and "She's White"which all smear together in a blur of generic lack of inspiration.Their original themes never vary much, and the frequent overlap tendsto make for a tedious listen, in total. Fire doesn't do much todispel the label of novelty that "Danger!" found attached to it, andthat's what makes the moments of quirk so fun. 
Feedback as primary means of making live music seems to date from 1964. That was the year that Max Neuhaus debuted his Fontana Mix - Feed (see 
Remember that link of the week with the Oscar Meyer Weiner songanswering machine lady talking? Well, Mark Gunderson, aka The EvolutionControl Committee opens his current full-length masterpiece with thatvery same woman speaking along to the "Star Spangled Banner" as the"Star Spangled Bologna." Only a few years before people like Kid 606and Dsico were marrying Missy Elliott with Joy Division, the ECCcombined two flavors in perhaps one of the most groundbreaking (yetoverlooked) 7" singles of the 1990s, The Whipped Cream Mixes,where Public Enemy raps were matched with the music of Herb Alpbert& the Tijuana Brass. But the ECC aren's just mash-ups and cut-ups,as the Committee (much like Seeland label bosses, Negartivland)provides a healthy amount of gimmicky cheese, twisting and mutatingwords and songs into sounding like what they want to hear. While thisdisc compiles some of the finer moments of the ECC in the last fewyears since, it does also provide some brand new material forunderground superstar potential. "I Want A Cookie" jumps out first as avery aggressive self-help sounding woman gives empowerment advice overhorn-blaring hip 1960s-retro spy chase music. The classic "Rocked ByRape" is also included with Dan Rather's cut up samples over the ECC'sown AC/DC rip off riffs. The rhythmic usage is clever while the outputis absolutely hilarious, with examples like "Dramatic Alien Torture" /"Cancer Death Threat Fleeing for Their Lives" / "Voodoo Bizarre LoveTriangle," it's hard to keep up and impossible to tune out whenplaying. Four years after this song first surfaced, it has not lost itscharm, however it would have been nice to have a new revisit with allof Dan's quotes from the 2000 US Election Night overnight fiasco!(Search for some of those quotes online some time.) There are someother memorable moments like "Sex Re-Education," the cut-up 1950s-erasex education speech from a dad to his son, but at 29 tracks, therereally is a ton of forgettable filler.
With the release of their second full-length album, 2001's Scary World Theory, Lali Puna have not only secured their place as not just another Notwist "side project," but have become one of my favorite groups. It's tough to arrange a schedule when your time is divided amongst a number of other bands, as Marcus Acher (1/2 of the core duo) knows very well. In the time between releases, the group has taken the opportunity to leak out an unsurfaced song and its apparent dub counterpart.
This is one of the finer noise albums and one that challenges other noise performers to up the ante. While the method in which this record was created is interesting, the actual sounds and rhythms that compose the album are its most attractive elements by far. Yasunao Tone was created by taking various Chinese poems and converting the characters into wave forms via a character recognition program.
For the second installation in his Audio Tour Diary series, Dave Pajopresents three more stripped-down tunes, warmly recorded in Chicago,Bloomington and Los Angeles over the past months. The Papa M arranged "Blackis the Color," showcases his tasteful acoustic guitar picking style withdistant swoops of synthesizer for a reworking that makes the tune his own.The airy tone of his laid back vocals are jolted on the way out with astern, spoken delivery of the song's title. From his association withStereolab, the piano and strings-complimented "Mary Was the Kind," paystribute to a dear, departed friend Mary Hansen. The strumming guitar progressionsand catchy lyrics and melody on the traditional sounding "World's GreatestSin" are evident of just how inside the southern folk songwriting style Pajocan get, both musical and lyrically. A hint of accordion-type tones make itall the more convincing. Nested in the last few minutes of the track is anbeautifully uplifting multi-tracked guitar and strings incidentalcomposition which is just perfect as is. It should be interesting to see ifPajo works any of the tunes from his on-the-road sessions into his next fulllength disc, or if this will be the only recorded performances as they havea certain charm of being slightly undressed. 
On the lowest level, this disc is a dense stream of fascinating soundsthat highlight the interaction between these innovative improvisers.The cacophony of buzzing and whirring is not unlike Müller and VoiceCrack's other project, Poire_Z, and Ambarchi's processed guitarcombines very well with their "cracked everyday electronics"aesthetic—almost anti-technology in its espousing of the commonplace.There's a lot to listen for on this disc and it all seems like itbelongs, from sine waves to sci-fi tones remeniscent of the sounds inthe new Matrix film (but not of the college freshman philosophizing,thankfully). Attempts to put this music on in the background seemfutile as it's just too attention-demanding. A few minutes in, it'shard to ignore the storm of sound threatening to tear the room apart.Even when it's a foreboding wall of mechanical noise, this music feelshuman in its production and arrangement, remeniscent more of thepotential for directly conveying emotion with non-traditionalinstrumentation than of sterile machine music. The disc opens with hightones and some of Müller's "selected percussion" playing a slow,metronomic beat, and the percussive rhythms throughout this CD areprobably more overt (relatively speaking) than some of his other work.The piece is pretty nonlinear, which is nice as it's not a blatant"build toward something and come back" formula. It ends with somehypnotic, quiet drones which continue into the second track, wherethey're joined by some clicking rhythms, buzzing, and slowly modulatedoscillations as the music gets a little frenetic. "Grounding Oysters"is static for most of its duration, exploring the subtle interactionbetween a range of sounds; and "Oystered" ends the disc with more hightones and rhythms. This CD definitely fits well in the canon of theseplayers. While I really enjoy it, I'm not sure if there's much todistinguish it from their other work. But the subtle elements that eachmember of this collaboration provides make it a fine listen for fans ofthis type of sound. 
Listening to the anachronistic, neo-pagan German folk music ofWaldteufel, one would never suspect that it is the work of twoAmericans from Portland, Oregon. Normally, I would immediately dismissthis sort of pseudo-European posturing as laughable, but Waldteufelmanage to neatly sidestep all of the usual pitfalls that turn this kindof cultural co-opting into a joke. Surprisingly, Heimliches Deutschland(Hidden Germany), is an embarassment of riches: a sincere andbeautifully executed set of German "volkische" songs extolling Northernmyths, traditions and mysteries. Waldteufel is the duo of Annabel Leeand Markus Wolff, formerly a percussionist for post-industrialagitators Crash Worship. Wolff sings and beats hand drums, while Leerounds out the sound with violin, viola and accordion. There are somesubtle synthesizer flourishes and limited studio effects that help totransport the listener to the Wald Schwarzer (Black Forest) circa 1895.One can almost hear the crackling of the bonfire and the smell of wildboar roasting on the spit as Waldteufel play their revelatory paganhymns. Other Deutsch-obsessed industrial folksters like Death in Juneand Der Blutharsch would be far too cynical to produce music thisserious, subtle and lovely. Anyone who knows anything about late 19thcentury German history knows that it was a time of cultural rennaisanceand the birth of the "volkische" movement: a movement towards theabandonment of Christianity and an embrace of the ideals and purity ofthe Aryan tradition. This mythical heritage encompassed occultreligious practices, language, politics, and even music. It was thismovement that paved the way for the Thule and other undergroundright-wing groups that eventually brought Hitler and Nazis to power.Although Waldteufel hover dangerously close to this area, their musicis untainted by politics or historical revisionism. Markus Wolff writesmost of the tracks himself, but a few of the songs are new arrangementsof German folk songs from this golden age period. In "Neun Welten All"(The Nine Worlds), Wolff beats out a hand rhythm while his richbaritone is overdubbed with whispers, deep vocal drones, viola andflute. It's all a little messy and underproduced, a conscious aestheticchoice which lends credibility to this material. "Lichtkreuzweihe"(Consecration of the Luminous Cross) is such a deeply heroic ode toWotan's cross, I feel as if I'm there in a candle-lit Masonic lodge,where Runic magicians make communal music for nobody but themselves.The longest track, "Wotans Wilde Jagd" (Wotan's Wild Hunt), is also themost infectious. It begins with a sythesized horn fanfare that isimmediately reminiscent of Wendy Carlos' Mozart renditions for hersoundtrack to A Clockwork Orange. Multi-tracked vocals begin, with ahearty, catchy refrain worthy of a biergarten sing-along. The hauntingfinal track "Nachhall," (Reprise) is the strangest of all, aneffects-heavy revisit of "The Nine Worlds" that chops up and dubs outthe vocals and adds layers of reverb and echo. This is a fittinglyspectral end to what must be the most unique and unexpected "retro"albums to come along in quite some time.
The comforting compositions of Jimmy LaValle and the spacious but densesounds of On Air Library make for the perfect alone-time listen orperhaps the soundtrack to time spent with a loved one. Everything onthis album is a whisper, a gentle breeze passing over my body. TheAlbum Leaf tracks are simple and cascading. Each song begins simplyenough and then each element begins to flow into another flawlessly; ariver of twinkling percussion and lullabies woven out of dream-stuff."Lamplight" is certainly a highlight. Its soft-as-a-pillow melodysounds like raindrops falling slowly onto a pond. On Air Library'smusic is just as beautiful and is a very exciting band for me. "Ex'sand Oh's" begins with distant voices and a guitar that reminds me of atropical beach somwhere at night. The mood is set wonderfully and "Passthe Mic" and "Faux Fromm" do not disappoint. Soft, bouncing guitars andscattered percussion combine in new and surprisingly fresh ways thatmake for a luscious and inviting listen. Vocals churn and distortionblossoms on "Faux Fromm," a stunning and shining song that makes mefeel as if I'm floating through the clouds and into the heavens. When Iclose my eyes and listen to this, I can't help but think of vacantwharehouses and dimly lit fields in the middle of nowhere. All thesongs fit together perfectly on this EP and the musicians here reallycompliment eachother. I am interested in The Album Leaf more afterhearing this and On Air Library is definitely a band to watch for; theyhave a full length album due out this fall that I cannot wait to hear.
Eluvium is Matthew Cooper's vehicle for submerging controlled dronesfrom his guitar and piano in water and letting them out in a ceruleansubmarine world. The entire timbre of the album is an exploration ofwhat music sounds like underwater. Yet few waves or currents jostle themusic's placidity; each song is eerily consistent, not changing verymuch over the course of its minutes (trickier than imaginable,considering one particular song exceeds 15 minutes). Eluvium songs onlyseem to change over the course of epochs, not eighth notes, but theresistance to change is disciplined, rather than lazy or shortsighted.Each song has the potential to explode or diverge, but instead remainson the easy river and explores a steady tack of controlled dissonancemixed with elegance. The album begins with "The Unfinished," whosesynthetic warbles are punctuated by a errant guitar line every now andthen. The warble returns in "Under the Water It Glowed," but now theguitar line is more prominent melodically. By this time, it seems thatEluvium's songs are slowed down by some sort of physical effect, likediffraction through water particles. Through the aquatic slowness, theguts of the song—or perhaps even its soul—are almost seen. "ThereWasn't Anything" is a straightforward piano dirge with some overlaidfield recordings of voices and conversations, followed by "Zerthis wasa Shivering Human Image," a sonorous epic which oscillates between twochords while the surrounding distortion ebbs and flows. Seemingly threethousand scratchy crescendos occur, filtered through a sediment ofstatic. It's one of those songs which causes you to exhale powerfullywhen it eventually ends, when the tension is finally laid slack. Thecandor of such Eluvium songs, ones which force a confrontation with thesong's guts, is startling. Comparisons to Brian Eno are hard to shrugoff for Eluvium, but they are not indictments. This music is of the EnoSchool (think Apollo: Atmospheres and Soundtracks) and Matthew Cooper would seem to be an Eno acolyte, but the songs are studied without being facsimiles. Lambent Materialis a fascinating listen, and when the last song, "I Am So Much More MeThat You Are Perfectly You," finally delivers the actual sounds ofwater and rain beneath the piano's melody, you are reminded that youcould have been drowning this whole time and not even noticed it. 
"Unknown" is a good way to describe this album. With the only providedinformation being the names of the four players, I'm able to listenwithout making any assumptions. The music sounds like very dynamicelectroacoustic improv, with quiet strings and digital mumbling givingway to noisy, highly textural crescendos. Things shift quickly anddon't fall back on familiar formulas. The strings and especiallypercussion are the most recognizable instruments, but there's a strongelectronic leaning. The tonal range of the group is so great that I wassurprised to learn that the lineup is two cellists and twopercussionists, as they're all capable of extracting a wide range ofsounds from their instruments, whether aided by electronics or not.This is one of the most consistently interesting improv albums I'veheard lately; for its entire length it really seems unknown,unpredictable, and utterly fascinating. The first of two sides has somecut-up, processed cello and some scraped acoustic strings in thebackground that develops with an amazing sense of cohesion as it shiftsgears into playing that sounds almost like chamber music, gentle buttense string interludes, and percussion-driven free playing. There's awealth of detail in this recording, both in the melodic features andburied beneath the surface in the sounds themselves. The sense of spaceis also well-captured; the second side begins with some stunning, slowcello textures and cymbal-heavy percussion that seems like it's comingfrom another room, heightening its mysterious beauty. That endsabruptly and they move onto other, busier-sounding concepts. This is avery impressive recording, and, as it's only available as a limited12", a good reason to own a turntable. 
Steel-drum-led instrumentals give way to doo-wop laments about the woesand ways of love and foot-tapping jazz freak-outs glide into floweryaccordian pieces that somehow get me thinking about coffee, fine wines,and men in really cool, really dark sunglasses. I think it is safe tosay that Jeremy Jacobson's mind must be a mishmash of medievaltroubadours, pop stars, and drunken French lovers. All but one of thesongs are under three minutes—and most are under two—yet the music allgels together somehow. Perhaps this phenomenon has something to do withthe fact that Jacobson plays every instrument on every song (except fortwo) and sometimes plays them simultaneously. Forms and Folliesjumps from Motown to classically-arranged canons effortlessly andquickly without being too scatter-brained. The album, despite thenumerous influences it draws from, feels incredibly focused. When thesleepy, soft-as-a-pillow serenity of "Walking to Weston's" suddenlyflew into over-drive and "Who's to Say Your Soul's Not Carbon" rocketedthrough my ears, I only smiled and marveled at how well it all seemedto fit together and make perfect sense. The last four tracks are a purejoy to listen to and make for great night music (the sound of cricketsis the perfect accompaniment to these whimsical piano pieces). "NoPlace for My Kitten" is particularly incredible, however: heavilyprocessed vocals scratch and struggle to break free of their prisonwhile an almost remorseful accordian-led melody plays calmly andunsuspectingly over the top. My only gripe is that this album is justover thirty-two minutes long and when something sounds this good, Ialways want more. 
I've been calling this band Bang Bang Bang, but some of my friendsinsist on calling them Chik Chik Chik. According the pronunciationguide on the cover of this new two-track single, we're both right.However, I really prefer the way Bang Bang Bang sounds, and it kind ofrolls off the tongue in an exciting way. "Exciting" is they key wordfor !!!, whose vivid, energetic reinvisionment of early-80'sdance-influenced post-punk thrives on tense, ass-shaking grooves. Sincetheir 2000 debut, !!! have led the way for a whole crop of new bandsexploiting this sound, as well as a rediscovery of the original artistsand classic albums from the period that have been collecting dust fortwenty years. Their 'sister' band Out Hud, featuring some of the samemembers, upped the stakes even higher with the amazing album Street Dad,which concentrated on leftfield instrumental disco with a host ofbrilliant production flourishes. Hearing this new two-track CD singleby !!!, it is now unclear where !!! ends and Out Hud begins. Where!!!'s debut had a lean, guitar-driven sound not dissimiliar from Gangof Four, "Me and Giuliani Down By the Schoolyard" contains all of thedense, layered production that made Out Hud sound so unique. In fact,!!! now sound exactly like Out Hud with vocals. Whether this isindicative of a Parliament/Funkadelic kind of cross-pollenating bandrelationship is uncertain, but I have no complaints about the music,which is fantastic as ever. The title track is a nine-minute "truestory" that urges the stiff, Republican leadership of New York City tolose their inhibitions and "get on up & move it" to the music. Thevocals are buried and mostly inaudible, but it doesn't really matterbecause the beat is all you really care about. The bassline is an echoof ESG's "Erase You," and the production utilizes the whole repertoireof Out Hud's dub-influenced studio trickery to achieve the maximumgroove. Track two is an excellent remix of the song "Intensify" fromthe debut album. "Intensifieder Sunracappellectroshit Mix 03" riflesthrough the book of dub and early house production tricks to build anintensity that is far from gimmicky. The track is reduced to vocals,drums and bass, which are alternately echoed, delayed, layered andmutated. Stabs of synth and odd, CD-skip "hiccups" add to the eclecticdrama of the track. This is an awesome single. Can a new full-length befar behind?
Originally recorded on May 21st, 2002, The War Against Terroris basically one 49-minute song, digitally indexed by six parts, allwhich flow without clear beginnings or endings. While the tune has arather angry feel, from its gritty and hurried pace, distorted dronesand evil synths, it's falls short of making a commentary due to thetiny number of spoken word samples, scarecly repeated throughout thetrack. Back in the old Cabaret Voltaire days, samples were firm andclear, whether it was "Do Right," "Don't Argue," or the brotherstalking on "Low Cool," as choices were made to reinterpret the darkworld sonically. With Kirk recordings as of late, the titles and textare strikingly colorful, but the message in the music itself iscertainly more grey.
Bush Doctrine is Kirk's first release as BioChemical Dread, andis anxiously described as "an incendiary sonic polemic against oilygreed mongering and cultural ignorance," and looking at titles like"False King of the Earth," "King of Baghdad," "Where Is Mr. Sam?,""Zero Democracy Dub," and "I Got Weapons," that would make sense.Musically, this is probably one of the most challenging releases ofKirk's in a long time, threadding non-Western rhythms, wiry radiosamples, voices, wind instruments, and cutting things up into a heftybeat soup with tasty, buzzing noise elements. Kirk flip-flops aroundstyles from intense, high energy tunes to abrasive guitar-ish rockingtunes and slowed down dub numbers, delicately matching hypnotic, classybeats with strong melodies with ample noises. Listening to the tunesand -not- hearing vicious anti-war anti-government samples to match hisapparent sentiments is a let down, however, as I feel that thepackaging (with the song titles and a G. W. Bush cut up on the front)raises the levels of anticipation. I want attitude, I want guts, I wantto watch an accompanying set of visuals with things that will make mystomach turn. Perhaps I'll just have to play this album while watchingsomething awful like Fox News or listening to Democracy Now.
Drone rock may not be understood by everyone, and it may induce sleepamong non-believers, but at least it has a sense of melody andmusicianship. Frequency Curtain, a project/experiment by Josh Rosen,John Grzinich and Rick Reed, is drone noise for the noise's sake. Usinganalogue and digital sine wave generators, shortwave radios, and laptopelectronics, the three became an experimental media performance groupthat first began displaying their wares at Intersect 4 in 2001.Improvisational sessions find the members powering up their devices andjust producing sound, tweaking and turning knobs on the fly to marry upthe various sounds produced by the devices. As such, I feel it shouldnot be judged on the quality or style of the sounds, but on the way thedevices interact with each other and the effect the whole performancehas on an audience. There are not many artists with this approach, andwith each that releases a recording of their work, I always feel likeI'm missing a component. This album was compiled from longer sessionsof improvisation, and I feel they probably work better with visualaccompaniment. The sounds that invade the speakers do not seem to bedesigned for listening alone, or at least not for listening enjoyment:they cause the hairs on the back of the neck to rise and fall with eachsquelch and high pitched squeak, and continually irritate the ears evenat low volume. But the different sound generators do blend togethernicely, and produce enough disparity to keep the listen interesting andvaried. The tracks do take quite a while to introduce a variation,however, and by that point many may lose interest. Like manyperformances, it can be summed up by asking Goethe's three questions:"What are they doing?"; "How are they doing it?"; and "Is it worthdoing?" The first two are answered above, and the third is a resounding"Yes." I just feel that it should never be presented in this format, asit loses a great deal of the punch. 
One of the great things about some modern pop musicians is theirability to draw from a wide variety of resources and references,carefully blending them together without becoming excessive. When donetastefully, a very interesting hybrid form of music that keeps with itsoriginal direction can be established to much delight. With Under A Different Sky,Chicago singer/songwriter Tania Bowers conveys her laid back popsensibilities approach with, at times, an electro-soul and jazz balladfeel for a rich forty minutes of listening pleasure. As a bass playerherself, Bowers has the fine drumming of John Herndon (Tortoise/A GrapeDope) fill out the rhythm section for the better part of the disc's tentracks while producer Casey Rice (Designer) augments with his signatureskills. Other notable guests include Doug McCombs, Noel Kupersmith,Howe Gelb and Scott Herren (Prefuse 73) providing their musicalsupport. Bowers' songwriting and soulful, sultry vocal style isperfectly suited throughout the varied musical scenes; the airy chordalprogressions of "I Dream Again," "Boltanski," and "Moonlight &Chaos," the dub-infused "In The Deep," and the country-tinged "True"are some of the highlights. The closest the disc gets to having an edgeis the distorted chugging riffage, guitar feedback and two-step beat of"The Rising," which at just over two minutes is all too brief. Foryears, Bowers has leant her vocals to recordings of various artists andprojects within the Chicago scene. Following Dream Of..., her debut EP as bandleader, Under A Different Sky should put her name on the musical map in good company. 
"Kontakt der Jünglinge" is the title of each CD in a series of collaborations between Tietchens and Köner. Like 1, -1 was recorded live at the Lagerhaus in Bremen. One day I listened to two Tietchens CDs in sequence: 7 Stücke followed by -1. At first, -1 sounded like a continuation of 7 Stücke, opening with sounds of objects being dragged/scraped along a surface. But -1 quickly builds up dense layers of sound, unlike the rather sparse 7 Stücke.The breezy drones provide a background to a variety of noise fromindustrial grinds to crystalline ringing sounds. About halfway throughthis 46-minute piece, we are even treated to some vocals! Okay, it'sjust someone reciting a numeral here and there, but it's all lovely andfun. I look forward to hearing something equally enticing when this duoperforms at the MUTEK festival in Montréal on Wednesday, May 28.(www.mutek.ca)
Asmus Tietchens collaborated with American drummer Jon Mueller for thistrip to the studio, which translates as "7 Pieces." You can recognizethe drum sounds in the first few pieces on the CD, but by the thirdpiece the percussion has either been manipulated beyond recognition byTietchens, or else Mueller is not drumming anymore—maybe he is makingthose sounds of objects being dragged and scraped across a surface?It's hard to tell, but it may a pleasant journey through all sevenpieces for those who enjoy musique concrète. It's difficult listeningfor the rest of us—I was even getting bored part way through, but bylistening all the way to the end, I found sound enjoyable parts,especially pieces 5 through 7. I'm also extremely fond of theoccasional "buzz-pop" noise—it's clearly the sound of a patch cablebeing disconnected, with the quick "it's not grounded" buzz soundfollowed by the "pop" of disconnection. What might be regarded byothers as a mistake that should be edited out, is instead consideredpart of the sound manipulation.
With guitars, electronics and some light percussion, Norwegian bandMonopot make some of the quietest, sweetest music I've heard in awhile. They avoid the bombast of other ambient post-rock bands likeMogwai, GYBE or Low but their second disc, "Optipess" is at least asgood as anything by your those bands. The distinctive feature that setsMonopot apart is their minimalism. Optipesshas a cover of Cockney Rebel's 70's semi-hit, "Sebastian", which helpsdrive the minimalist point home: By listening to something that they'vealtered, you get to hear where they're coming from, and where they'retrying to go. Where there were cocky, playful vocals backed with aglorious choir there are now shy, whispered vocals. The string and horncrescendos of the original become a reverbed melancholic guitar playinga head-nodding version of the melody and then circling back on itself.Monopot's original material is much the same: slow, minimal, soothing."Scena Napoletana"'s low, mellow guitar tones and gentle singing on topof low drones and the guitar's pace-keeping are like a short, gentlelullaby. My only complaint about the disc is that it's only 40 minuteslong, and by the time I got to the end of the disc I wanted the musicto keep going.
Sitting uncomfortably wherever it is that minimalism overlaps with bothnew age and American academic experimentation, Ingram Marshall is a bitof a baffler. I liked Fog Tropeswhen I first heard it on the radio way back in my college days butdiscovered, when I bought a disk of it not so long ago, that I hadgrown out of it, as I have with most minimalism. The other works onthat New Albion disk had decidedly off-putting new age spiritual cheesegoing on. However, the sleeve notes that Marshall wrote for the CD ofCharlemange Palestine's Schlingen Blängen convince me that itmisses the mark to dismiss him as a secondary figure in commercialminimalism with a bit of a spiritual bent. Present as a young man inthe New York minimalist scene of the '60s, Marshall had goodconnections and began experimenting with tape and electronic music andhas kept it up since. This CD documents his tape and electronic outputduring the years of minimalism's downfall in the 1970s as nascentneo-romantic composers like Reich and Glass co-opted it for their ownends and gave it a capital M. Five of the seven pieces are tapecompositions based on human voices, using repetition and electronicmanipulation to build up eerie artificial sound spaces. These piecesrange from the quite effective Cortez (see 
