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For all intents and purposes, this should have been a horrible mess.The liner notes, written by Cul De Sac muli-instrumentalist GlennJones, outline the tragedy that should have been quite clearly: theband shows up to do a live radio performance at Brandeis University andsuffer circumstances of Spinal Tap-ian proportions. There was verylittle space for the band to perform, they would not be able to see orhear the DJ during the production, and they had little time to soundcheck and would not be able to test their levels before the actualbroadcast began. Again, this should have guaranteed a horriblerecording. Instead, listening to it later, the band realized it was oneof their best live performances, and certainly worthy of release to afanbase rabid for new material. Having never heard Cul De Sac live, buthaving heard their records, it's also one of their best commitments totape. Sure it's sloppy in areas, as live performance can be, andseveral of the tracks go on much too long; but the band plays outadmirably, vibrantly, and without compromise. After all, they thoughtthis would be horrible from the outset. So they pull out the stops andlet loose with a series of tracks that suck you in and drone you out.There are moments of pure melodic beauty on 'Frozen in Fury on the Roofof the World,' dischordant beeps and steady rhythms meeting on thetitle track, the near-hypnotic shuffle of 'Flying Music from Faust,'and slow, deliberate marches to close the disc on 'Blue in E.' The bandruns the gamut, and they're better having survived it. Ultimately, withtwo albums in the works—a soundtrack and a studio album of original newmaterial - these recordings show promise for the direction Cul De Sacis headed towards, as well as serving as the best representation, bytheir own admission, of what the band is about. Sometimes it's prettysurprising what glory can be gained out of utter despair.
For all intents and purposes, this should have been a horrible mess.The liner notes, written by Cul De Sac muli-instrumentalist GlennJones, outline the tragedy that should have been quite clearly: theband shows up to do a live radio performance at Brandeis University andsuffer circumstances of Spinal Tap-ian proportions. There was verylittle space for the band to perform, they would not be able to see orhear the DJ during the production, and they had little time to soundcheck and would not be able to test their levels before the actualbroadcast began. Again, this should have guaranteed a horriblerecording. Instead, listening to it later, the band realized it was oneof their best live performances, and certainly worthy of release to afanbase rabid for new material. Having never heard Cul De Sac live, buthaving heard their records, it's also one of their best commitments totape. Sure it's sloppy in areas, as live performance can be, andseveral of the tracks go on much too long; but the band plays outadmirably, vibrantly, and without compromise. After all, they thoughtthis would be horrible from the outset. So they pull out the stops andlet loose with a series of tracks that suck you in and drone you out.There are moments of pure melodic beauty on 'Frozen in Fury on the Roofof the World,' dischordant beeps and steady rhythms meeting on thetitle track, the near-hypnotic shuffle of 'Flying Music from Faust,'and slow, deliberate marches to close the disc on 'Blue in E.' The bandruns the gamut, and they're better having survived it. Ultimately, withtwo albums in the works—a soundtrack and a studio album of original newmaterial - these recordings show promise for the direction Cul De Sacis headed towards, as well as serving as the best representation, bytheir own admission, of what the band is about. Sometimes it's prettysurprising what glory can be gained out of utter despair.
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Part of the late 70s Manchester scene made popularly acceptable by the'24 Hour Party People' film, Ludus are now given the re-issuecompilation treatment. It's long overdue really, as the majority oftheir material was never given a full CD issue. With digitallyremastered material and over 70 minutes of music, this claims to be the'definitive Ludus compilation'. The truly inventive mix of free-jazz,feminist lyrics, experimentalism and playfulness is a littledisconcerting at first, but the sheer funkiness and playful energystick out a mile. The complex jazz structures and sax skronking add tothe fun, and to top it all, Linder Sterling's stunning, commandingvoice. All the tracks are propelled along with this weird awkwardenergy, jumping between ideas, catching you off guard. Some are justminute long blasts of sax and drums, some could have been pop classics,in the right hands. The only complaint is the decision to put on somelive recordings from a Hacienda performance when studio versions exist,but they are well-recorded and capture some of the audience's awe andnervous fright (Linder has been known to perform in clothes made out ofraw meat..) Most of the tracks, like the highlight 'I Can't Swim I HaveNightmares' have enough hooks and twists for a whole album, and jumparound from groove to groove so fast, that trying to dance to themwould be a safety hazard. Endlessly clever, funky, scary andindividual, this is one of the gems of the Manchester scene.
Mary Timony's second solo effort finds her exploring similar themeswith slightly different sonic partners. Last time it was John McEntireand Bob Weston adding elements here and there, but this time it'sgeniuses of the moment Alan Weatherhead and Mark Linkous ofSparklehorse fame. New textures aside, it's still primarily Timony andChristina Files, though, with the power behind this music, and that'sall it really needs. The themes are very much the same as last time,the lyrics just as affecting. Timony's songs are very occupied with thespirits of the earth, animals, and love and wanting. But they're likemusical fables, with vivid characters in different costumes, like theworks of Edgar Allan Poe set to music. It's all pageantry of sorts, andit's very well executed on "The Golden Dove", more so than in the past.'Dr. Cat' is playful in the beginning and haunting in it's dyingmoments, 'The Owl's Escape' makes the hairs on your neck stand on end,and 'Ant's Dance' is all power and drive, with fantastic sounds andnoises emanating from the speakers (the horns are just plain lovely!).Ultimately, the image of the dove is important as the love that lefther for California, but also as the center image of 'Magic Power': "heyho, how do you go?/how do you get through forty blows?/hey ho, how doyou love/how do you love a dead dove?' The last two tracks leftsomething to be desired, as they served to annoy with the trite imageryon 'Dryad and the Mule' accompanying whistling and handclaps, and thesometimes dischordant mess of 'Ash and Alice' ultimately serving littlepurpose. The 'hidden' track - listed in the liner notes, butapproximately 2 minutes 'Ash and Alice' fades - is a lovely rendition,apparently, of a poem by Henry Lawes and Dr. Henry Hughes. It's afitting end to this album's worth of emotional outpouring, as Timonyseems to ask for requital of her love. An effort like this is certainlyworthy of at least a little praise.
I bought this because I loved the "Shitfuckers!" EP (which I admittedlybought just for the name), and also because the description on theSoleilmoon website convinced me that I could not go wrong. They wereright: once you've been hooked by Aaron Funk's madness, there's nogoing back. From the opening kitschy vibe this album just makes youlaugh. And how could you not, with a Julie Andrews-type crooning in"Dance Like You're Selling Nails" over Funk's freakshow drum'n'bassdemolition? Or the high-speed jazzy meanderings in "Banana Seat Girl"that sounds like a cross between Squarepusher and repeatedlyfast-forwarding and rewinding a DAT tape while it's in play mode? Youknow, where you hear clear bits of the music on the tape, but whicheludes you before it whizzes by. One of the highlights of the album iscertainly "Make Ronnie Rocket", which starts modestly enough withinterspersed dubby MC samples over Funk's characteristic bombasticdrum'n'bass beats. But a minute or so into the track, all hell breaksloose as you're given a spoonful of C4 and forced to watch from theinside while your head explodes. This is not music to tap your foot to,or shake your ass to while you try to pick up chicks at the club. It'snot exactly arrhythmic. It's not exactly asymmetrical. It's not exactlymath-geek music. If you just sit and listen to it, preferably withheadphones or loudly in the car while driving down the freeway, it'sperfectly acceptable to just try to follow the grooves and beats withyour mind. More than likely you'll just find yourself chuckling as Mr.Funk throws another curve. Some of the changes are just plainridiculous. Take "Deadman DJ" for example. Once again the dub MCreturns, his one-liner minced and butchered along with the freneticbeats. Midway through the song, it sounds like it's over, but it picksback up with the MC repeating "Deadman DJ" while a sound like theannoying high-pitched whistle sound that you hear in a lot ofmodern-day slow "rap" music whirs in the background. You know what I'mtalking about. So now you've got a rasta MC backed by cheesy rap noisesand absolutely breakneck d-n-b. How can you not laugh out loud? Youmight not even notice it if you weren't listening attentively. I findthat half the fun is trying to figure out what Funk's sound sourceswere, and just what the fuck he was thinking (I like to imagine that helaughs out loud a lot while he composes). Or better yet, try thinkingas you listen about how you would make this music if it were up to you?The beautiful thing about Venetian Snares is that this is truly musicfor the moment.
It would be rather difficult to review a Nightmares On Wax releasewithout giving in to the temptation of referencing mastermind GeorgeEvelyn's affinity for marijuana, so let's just get that out of the wayhere. Good. Now we can move on. On this first 12" single preceding theupcoming full length 'Mind Elevation', Evelyn presents a radio-friendlytrack full of soulful sounds that outdoes a certain bald-headed NewYorker enjoying more success through sampling and working with popicons than making happy rave anthems. Here we are treated to threeversions: the vocal original, an instrumental version, and a remix onthe AA side. Upon hearing the first 10 seconds of the original, I wasprone to some uncontrollable bouts of serious head nodding and toetapping. While the lyrics don't appear to have any real substance,that's pretty irrelevant and beside the point. DJs who spin abstracthip hop or downtempo will appreciate the instrumental more than theaverage listener, though the Mark Pritchard remix fails to do anythingtoo interesting with the original, and is easily forgettable. Havingalready heard the upcoming album, it is doubtful that any old N.O.W.fans will be disappointed with either release. Besides, they'llprobably too high to complain. OK I'm sorry... I broke my promise. Sowho's gonna get up and order the pizza? Not me. I'm in the comfy chair,man.
Bornelli's instrumental electronic debut is a cross breading of technodub and clicks with added splinters of glitch and a slight groove. Itcomes to us from the relatively new Mitek, a label which attempts tospecialize in electronic hybrids (see Hakan Lidbo in last week's issue)- music difficult to classify (or between the chairs as the coversuggests). The cross-breeding of styles works very well on the tentracks here. "Feminist" and "Vaneigem" even remind me of the classyBasic Channel 12" series with their heavy basslines, clear sounds, anddistinct atmosphere. In addition, present are tactful nods towardsvarious modern styles. Even in "Milieu," for example, subtle echoes ofhouse music chords appear. The last few tracks, especially "Avenue,"are the most daring, with cut-up sounds of voices and a trumpet andprominent distortions in the foreground. These 55 minutes of cultivatedmellow sounds would pass as an easy listening album for most modernelectronica connoisseurs, which is quite an interesting result, but Idoubt it was the artists intention.
The Darla Bliss Out series, designed to allow ambient pop stars to spread their message and love to the world on a monthly basis, continues with this, it's 19th entry, from Japancakes of Athens, GA. Japancakes have released two full-lengths and an EP on Kindercore, and have drawn comparisons to bands like Macha and Air with their instrumental-with-electronics music. It's cohesive, full-sounding, grooved-out, and, yes, ambient, but also very innocent.
Let me be honest here. I grew up in Queens, so I like my rap to sound a certain way. While I can appreciate the insanity of groups like Outkast and southern production geniuses like Timbaland and the Neptunes, I'd rather be listening to Cam'Ron, Nas, Jay-Z, Cormega, or the Wu-Tang Clan.
Over the past 10 years, Silkworm has released some pretty uniquealbums. Always abrasive while catchy, with odd lyrics and situations toread between the lines, they always bring it across with fervor andpassion. 'Italian Platinum' was again recorded with Steve Albini, andthe results are certainly Silkworm, but after ten years, the chinks inthe armor, or at least in this style, are starting to show. Yes, it's agood record. Yes, it would make your mother cover her ears (my mother,anyway). Yes, it's got great songs. But it's classic Silkworm. There'sless slower material this time out, and the guest vocals by Bloodshotartist Kelly Hogan add this album's freshness. But is it the bestSilkworm CD ever? Nope. Would you listen to it more than otherreleases? Nope. Would you love it just the same? Absolutely. The albumstarts of with '(I Hope U) Don't Survive', a song with the catchiestchorus I've heard in recent history ("And 'I love you' means 'I hopeyou don't survive' tonight"). And I dare say that's what's moststriking here, in that Silkworm is their catchiest on more than onesong, which could equate to them being more ((shudder)) "accessible."'The Brain', 'The Third', 'Dirty Air' and 'A Cockfight of Feelings' arepure pop splendor. 'Is She a Sign' and 'Young' are fantastic songs,ones that could easily cement the band's reputation as love songballadeers, if this were any other band than Silkworm. They never letit get that sappy, letting the guest vocalist shred the end of the songlike Marcy Mays on an Afghan Whigs number. And the ever-present storiesof drunkery are here again on 'White Lightning' and the fantastic'Bourbon Beard'. But overall, it's just another great Silkworm album.That's not a bad thing, but I keep waiting for something new to comeout of them. Something avant garde and noisy. Something defining. Andit's not here. But something tells me it's coming.
Calla's next studio album 'Televized' is due September 24th via ArenaRock Recordings. In the meantime here's a couple catch-all discs.'Custom' is a remix album with two live tracks tacked on the end.I-Sound, Tarwater, Metrotech, Datach'i, Couch, Pan American, Dan Matzand Calla themselves all take a turn. Most of them with the sameapproach: add more stuff. Extraneous beats, electronics and effects areused to putty in and over cracks that didn't need filling. More is doneto selfishly apply a sonic signature than to preserve the certainsomething of the originals. On the other hand, Couch don't do much ofanything to "Fear of Fireflies" while Pan American reduces anunidentified track into an appendum to his latest album. Part of DanMatz's two-fer serves up a slowed down cover of Steve Miller's "DearMary", giving the simple love ode a creepy stalker vibe. "Trinidad / IShall Be Released" (the latter by Bob Dylan) and "Only Drowning Men"are the live ones and they prove that Calla do occasionally swell theirslow and sultry sound up into a powerful din. But altogether, "Custom"reinforces my general attitude that most remix albums just aren'tnecessary. I'd rather the originals. Or this next disc.
Let's pretend that the copyright infringement/artists' rights debateabout these bootlegs doesn't exist here; we all have our opinions onthat issue, so let's get past it and talk about whether or not thesemixes are any good. The general theme of this mash-up mix is thepairing of an a capella hip-hop/r&b track with music from aseemingly incongruous rock song (or another distant genre). The mostfamous of these 17 tracks is probably Freelance Hellraiser's "A Strokeof Genius," the pairing of the Strokes' "Hard to Explain" with the acapella version of "Genie in a Bottle." Popular opinion is that the miximproves both original songs, and I tend to agree. Freelance Hellraiseris the most consistent DJ on the disc; his songs are the most seamlessand flow more naturally than most, particularly theNirvana-meets-Destiny's Child "Smells Like Booty. Pairing Eminem's D 12with Depeche Mode is pretty clever too. The cleverness of all thesesongs becomes the double-edged sword with this CD - do we like thesesongs for the skill and creativity that went into mixing them, or fortheir eye-rolling cleverness? If it's the latter, then at least you canregard this disc as a guilty pleasure. There are some decided duds -pairing "Satisfaction" with Fatboy Slim does absolutely nothing for me,and layering Public Enemy with Herb Alpert is too cutesy and doesn'talways sync up. But for every stinker there's a nice surprise, like DJFrench Bloke's bonding the Dead Kennedys' "California Uber Alles" withDestiny Child's "Jumpin Jumpin," which comes across more eerie thenclever, giving it more of an edge. Girls On Top have two tracks on thedisc that distinguish themselves from the rest by making moreinteresting musical choices, namely Gary Numan ("Are Friends Electric?"with Adina Howard's "Freak," I think) and Human League ("Being Boiled"with TLC's "No Scrubs"). An interesting note - mixing Celine Dion withSigur Ros sounds horrifically flawless. I don't think I'd realize itwas a mix if I didn't know any better, I'd just assume it was a badadult-contemporary hit.
Is it just me, or is indie rock losing all of its edge these days? Itseems in recent months that the indie rock being released lately issuffering from the same illness that affects most genres over time:lack of inspiration. New albums from indie rock bands sound like otherbands from five years ago, but with a different singer, or with alittle more energy on the drums or guitar. They're running out of freshideas, and we all feel it. This new release on Sub Pop, the solo debutof Jason Loewenstein, former drummer of Sebadoh, has it all. The albumis original material, Loewenstein writes jangly, affecting rock, playsalmost all of the instruments, and has a capable voice. It'sunfortunate that it's so goddamned mediocre. It sounds like it was allrecorded with the exact same setup in the exact same room over a weekfive months ago. The guitars sound almost identical on every track, thevocals are at the same level with just a little reverb, and all thesongs rollick right along. But none of it stays with you past the firstfew listens. Nothing here is entirely memorable. Even the "fun tracks"- one is called 'Crazy Santana', and, yes, listening to it producesthat exact response - is stale and not even all that amusing. Iremember five or six years ago when bands like Devilhead were makingmusic that was altogether quirky and odd and had strange subjectmatter, and it was funny and just a little brilliant. You knew everyoneinvolved had taken loadsof drugs, but dammit it was good music. This is like Devilheadmellowing out, making most songs coherent (read: not singing about gayaffairs or covering 'Chocolate Bus' ever again), and just basicallybecoming lame. 'I'm a Shit' doesn't even touch the glory other bandshave perfected when it comes to self deprecation. And the token '80shair metal moment on 'Metal' is carbon copy perfect from bands likeHelloween and Heathen (why did most of those bands start with H or W?),but it goes nowhere, so it isn't even good filler. It's unfortunate,because Loewenstein is incredibly capable and has a lot of potential.And the Sebadoh influence is felt here, but I want him to get out fromunder its shadow. Maybe next time he can bring something fresh to thegenre and surprise us all.
Giant green cyborg squelching through swampland suddenly soars skyward.Distant echoes of sad cornfields fluttering in late summer breeze. Theaftermath of destruction "World Remains" revolve in forlorn beauty."Ruin Her Slowly" pumps a chuggging fat mutant bassbeat for wistfulpiano chops to chime into the haunted night. Then again maybe its amusic box merry go round drowning slowly in molasses. If you haven'tyet got Bored of Canada and get a kick out of the Fennesz guitar /laptop interface, then the duo called Désormais are definitely makingthe kind of noise you should hear. Yes, I'm harping on the Fenneszcomparisons again, but those abstracted My Bloody Valentine noiseloopsvia laptop glitchscrapes are hard to place without reference to himthese days. This has the same heart tug melodic pull that 'EndlessSummer' had, but with a maybe more desolate and mournful feel, perhapsan endless autumn for leaves to flutter down from now on? Based inMontreal, Mitchell Akiyama began making this album with Cincinnatiresident Joshua Treble in the fall of 2001 and it seems that part ofthe year had at least a partial influence over the luscious sculptingsof their sound file exchanges. Most tracks spin revolving loops andslowly let more distorted melodic waves and dense static sheets unfurl,although occasionally a quick shift in pace occurs. Some of the titlesseem to imply a connection with restless internal states - "ViolentFeelings Often Pass" starts out calm but a tense heartbeat pulses andpumps the track to its ultimate escape. There's also a few nods tofailure, as if contemplative regret is the mood they were trying tocapture. "Just in Case We Lose" seems like a head on collision betweenthe classic abstraction of Stockhausen's 'Kontakte' and theaforementioned Fennesz, but it's over pretty fast. The following"Suspense de Vent" has a windblown oriental feel. "As Though" has adistant vinyl crackle atmosphere through which ghostly hymnal voicescall, as if Philip Jeck was in the house but the tape machines were onthe roof and a light rain was falling. It drops out drainwards, butthen crunches back in a faster echotechno canyon. 'Climate Variations'is a fine disc for all weathers as the title implies. Cranked up loudit rocks in a sublimely mind altering futurist fashion. Low levellistening allows total immersion in endless imaginative loops, a lovelyway to drift away. Each listen reveals more detail in the cracklingether variations, and each time the disc spins it just gets better. Myradar will certainly now be tracking Akiyama, who runs intr_version andhas released an album on Alien 8 sublabel Substractif, and Treble, whoruns aii and has previously released an album on Pitchcadet. Theintr_version website had a bubble movie that goes well with the music,but was bereft of information last time I looked.
This EP is one of my favorite releases of 2002 so far. "Shanghai" is amonster shanty with a hypnotic desert groove. Heavy bass-lines arepaired with dead-pan vocals in a timeless electronic frame. The lyricsare about sailors without pity, capturing the innocent, lonely and lostwhile the harbor theme is omnipresent the whole duration of thisrelease. The title track is featured twice - over 9 minutes long on theA Side and in a shorter version which differs only slightly. The track"Valse Brute" is actually an instrumental waltz, pushing the seaman'satmosphere with an massive accordion melody even further while"Pasteuse Elegiaque" is more a chill-out ambient piece for the veryearly morning hours after a night out when all else are asleep.Kallabris have musical craftsmanship, artistic vision and a sense offinding the balance between humor, entertainment and melancholy thatmakes them rather unique.As the first release I heard by them I think they're definitively oneof the most outstanding acts of current German music and not to miss.
The Melodic label started in 1998 after hearing a demo tape from JamesRutledge, and releasing his Pedro EP in June of 1999. Over the pastthree years, they have released a dozen vinyl EPs and singles, and afew full-lengths on vinyl and CD. This is their first compilationrelease, and it's a collection of songs from artists with releases onthe label, and artists that they have received tracks from these pastthree years. Designed to be a cohesive listening experience - verysimilar sounding and feeling tracks from all artists - you're supposedto just put this on at a party or in your house and experience it. Andmost of it is pretty even and worth listening to. All tracks haveelements of electronics, and move along at a medium pace. And eventhough they're very similar, there is a diversity here underneath itall when you consider that these bands are from different backgrounds.Pedro is the only artist featured twice, and since he was the label'sfirst signing, it makes sense. But he is not the most enchanting artistthis CD features. Minotaur Shock, whose track 'Lady Came From BalticWharf' is gorgeous and moving, is a consistently worthwhile listen, andthere is great anticipation for the Lucky Pierre full-length later thisyear. But I was most impressed by the Empire State track, who are onWarm in the US. Having never heard them before, I liked the grooves andbeats from three guys in Athens, GA. The sampled strings and xylophonesmake it sound like one of those Dolby test discs at one point, withnoise coming from places that almost scare the shit out of you. Then,at the end, it just breaks into a fast-paced sound collage. Good stuffhere from Melodic, worth listening to if you're not familiar with anyof the artists, as it's a low-priced introduction to them all.
Reviewing something like this is almost completely pointless, as thefans will have jumped at the opportunity to buy this while the peopleon the fence probably couldn't care less. I, personally was a bigPixies fan during their heyday and am completely thankful to them forhelping end the reign of hair bands with makeup. This CD is the muchpassed around untitled 'purple tape' which includes nine songs fromtheir demo cassette not appearing on the eight-song album 'Come onPilgrim,' first released by 4AD back in 1987. The recordings match upperfectly together and the songs present a fine archive, released herein stunning demo tape glory without the wear of a cassette passedaround for over a decade. Much of the tunes are in an embryonic stage,just as raw as 'Come on Pilgrim' and more ballsy than anything FrankBlack Francis has ever recorded since their split. This may be thedownfall, however, as all of these songs (with the exception of oneexclusive: "Rock My Soul") were recorded and improved upon and releasedmuch later. In addition, the 18 minutes of music contained hereinalmost doesn't justify the $12 sticker price, so I say give it a whilebefore it pops up in the used bins. It's not going anywhere fast.
'Technoir', the first Hymen Records compilation was one of the best experimental compilations ever. Showcasing then-nobodies along with exclusive cuts from the popular Ant-Zen post-industrial roster, critics everywhere began to pay attention to the growing Hymen sub-label. 'Masonic' has a hard act to follow, but Hymen's evolution into "IDM for Rivetheads" and its ability to distance itself from the parent label paid off. With even the best of compilations, there are going to be at least some misses among the hits, so rather than humiliate those who do not shine as brightly (or are as dim as eclipses), I'll only focus on some of the very best of the bunch. If I had to choose the best track of the entire CD, then Beefcake would take the proverbial cake... errrr yeah.
The vast worldwide sea of laptop and desktop musicians has simply become far too predictable with atonal noise-bursts and rhythmic clicking. While the revisit of Klang Krieg's 'American Breakbeat' album has some wonderful highlights, it's almost way too excessive at a staggering 34 tracks. Presented here are remixes and reinterpretations of the original release—29 contributions from North American electronic artists—by electronic artists from (almost*) elsewhere in the world. [*Note to Klang Krieg: Mexico is still part of North America.]
"Hey you! Come on ever here! You've just been chosen!" Dance punkwaving away from retro futurist flourescent arcades of dayglo nothingbrought into the radioactive bubblegum world by the TV eye trio Enon -bright corners of 'High Society' seem rerouted from obvious drug pun.Initially "Old Dominion" rocket-rushes from speakers in chunky rockin'populous frenzy, twisting and spitting tuneful as if atomic men hadshaved the cartoon kitten, and brought on irreal visions of facelessladies walking poodles. These are the finest rockpops tune vibrationsto wobble my eardrums since that Wire EP you should all have heard bynow. You know John Schmersal used to be guitarist in that greatBrainiac band from Dayton, Ohio that stopped just as they peaked whensinger Tim Taylor's car crashed and killed him? John's been busy sincethen, relocating to do the Enon thing in New York, with a clutch ofseven inches and between two and five albums depending on which way youcut it. To find out which way you'd cut the cake, visit the band'shyper TV hellnation website (
"Our Noise"? Anything but. From the opening notes of this release, Iwas sold. This is the debut full length from Hermann and Kleine,recorded in their bedrooms in Berlin. This is really un-German soundingelectronic music, created with laptops and samples, and named"plinkerpop" as a genre, I'm told. True, it does have its moments ofpop splendor, but I don't remember enjoying an electronic record thismuch since Four Tet's "Pause". It's not as boring as Kleine's work onhis own tends to be these days, that's for sure. The beats are meaty inareas, simple in others, and the keyboards and samples laid on top ofthem are unobtrusive, often engrossing, and totally fresh. Each trackstands on its own, and has a life of its own, even though they may havesimilar structures or sound effects. The album opener, 'Drop', is aperfect indicator of what the record is going to be about. A simplebeat starts the track, then the bassline joins, and then distortedguitar. Before you know it, you're completely lost in a trance, movingalong to the music like you don't know what's hit you. And it neverstops or disappoints. The full beat eventually drops in on 'Drop',paving the way for the harder beats you'll hear on later tracks, butfirmly engrained in the groove of the moment. 'Her Tune' starts outsimilarly deceptive, with simple keyboards, until the big beat joinsin. It's all very impressive and easy to listen to for a variety ofactivities. Elsewhere, shuffling beats and big loud rock guitars areused to get the point across, or, as on 'Shuttle', a voice is heard onoccasion, although extremely processed and edited. When it was allover, I started it up to listen to it a second time. A great firstfull-length release from this unlikely duo.
