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Monday, January 3, 2022

VA - (2021) Cameroon Garage Funk

 

Analog Africa – AACD 092

Yaoundé, in the 1970´s, was a buzzing place. Every neighbourhood of Cameroon´s capital, no matter how dodgy, was filled with music spots but surprisingly there were no infrastructure to immortalise those musical riches. The country suffered from a serious lack of proper recording facilities, and the process of committing your song to tape could become a whole adventure unto itself. Of course, you could always book the national broadcasting company together with a sound engineer, but this was hardly an option for underground artists with no cash. But luckily an alternative option emerged in form of an adventist church with some good recording equipment and many of the artists on this compilation recorded their first few songs, secretly, in these premises thanks to Monsieur Awono, the church engineer. He knew the schedule of the priests and, in exchange for some cash, he would arrange recording sessions. The artists still had to bring their own equipment, and since there was only one microphone, the amps and instruments had to be positioned perfectly. It was a risky business for everyone involved but since they knew they were making history, it was all worth it.

At the end of the recording, the master reel would be handed to whoever had paid for the session, usually the artist himself..and what happened next? With no distribution nor recording companies around this was a legitimate question. More often then not it was the french label Sonafric that would offer their manufacturing and distribution structure and many Cameroonian artist used that platform to kickstart their career. What is particularly surprising in the case of Sonafric was their willingness to take chances and judge music solely on their merit rather than their commercial viability. The sheer amount of seriously crazy music released also spoke volumes about the openness of the people behind the label.

But who exactly are these artists that recorded one or two songs before disappearing, never to be heard from again? Some of the names were so obscure that even the most seasoned veterans of the Cameroonian music scene had never heard of them. A few trips to the land of Makossa and many more hours of interviews were necessary to get enough insight to assemble the puzzle-pieces of Yaoundé’s buzzing 1970s music scene. We learned that despite the myriad difficulties involved in the simple process of making and releasing a record, the musicians of Yaoundé’s underground music scene left behind an extraordinary legacy of raw grooves and magnificent tunes.

The songs may have been recorded in a church, with a single microphone in the span of only an hour or two, but the fact that we still pay attention to these great creations some 50 years later, only illustrates the timelessness of their music.

Danakil - (2021) Rien ne se tait

 


Baco Records – LDAN6CD

Since Danakil is a French reggae band, it's not surprising that they'd be more influenced by the Birmingham scene than by Kingston. This is extremely easy listening dubby reggae in the vein of Steel Pulse and UB40.

Florindo Alvis - (2000) Bolivie: Musique de Norte Potosí / Bolivia: Music of Norte Potosí

 


Ocora – C 560153

Blue Heron - (2021) The Lost Music of Canterbury

 

Blue Heron Renaissance Choir – none

A must-have for any serious collector of early choral music, this is a 5-CD set of the complete music from Blue Heron's groundbreaking, long-term Music from the Peterhouse Partbooks project (2010-2017). The package includes a new 84-page booklet with thousands of words on the works and history by Dr. Nick Sandon, as well as essays by Scott Metcalfe on performance practice, all illustrated with gorgeous color pictures. Complete texts and translations for the complete set are compiled in the single booklet, as well. The discs and booklet come housed in an attractive, early-to open box.

The set includes mostly world premiere recordings and features masses by Nicholas Ludford, antiphons by Hugh Aston and Richard Pygott, the complete surviving works of Robert Jones, and the gifted though previously completely unknown composers Hugh Sturmy and Robert Hunt, and all but one of the surviving works of John Mason. The missing tenor parts have been supplied by Nick Sandon, who has dedicated much of his professional life to the Peterhouse partbooks, which were copied for Canterbury Cathedral in 1540 and are now named for the college currently housing them, Peterhouse Cambridge.

Michael Hurley - (2021) The Time of the Foxgloves

 

No Quarter – NOQ075-1

July is when the foxgloves bloom in Astoria, Oregon. July is also Michael Hurley’s favorite month, whether it finds him at home in Astoria or somewhere else. He’s often somewhere else, but last summer he was home, as reasonable people were, which is where and when The Time of the Foxgloves began.

The Rope Room studio, in the Fort George brewery complex, was the place. After several sessions transferring home recordings Michael had made over the past few years on his stalwart TEAC A-3340S four-track tape machine, friends and colleagues—some local, some further flung—sang, played, and engineered what is the most varied, hi-fi Snock album heard in a while; arguably since 1988’s Watertower. Four different banjos are played by four different banjoists; there’s a battery of harmony singers (Kati Clayborn, Lindsay Clark, Josephine Foster, Betsy Nichols); upright bass, baritone ukulele, and bass clarinet address the lower ends. Beloved songs from albums past—“Lush Green Trees” (from Watertower); “Love Is the Closest Thing” (as “Time Is Right” on 1995’s Parsnip Snips)—are reassembled with some new elements (e.g., xylophone) but, lacking none of their original wonder or impact, the new versions impart an uncanny sense of continuity, as though they’ve been slowly but unceasingly evolving in the interim. (This phenomenon is a central quality of Michael Hurley performances on both records and stages). “Se Fue En La Noche” will be familiar to anyone who’s seen a Snock show over the last half-dozen years—“better put your shoesies on before you die of the cold” being among Michael’s more unforgettable adjurations—but surprisingly this is its first appearance on record. The old reliable Wurlitzer A200, instantly identifiable to all fans of Bellemeade Phonics productions, leads the way on “Blondes and Redheads,” where it’s accompanied by a nylon-stringed slide guitar. One of the banjos—this one played by Snock—is joined on “Knocko the Monk” by a sighing pump organ, making a prototypical Hurley instrumental into something disorientingly but satisfyingly wistful. Twin fiddles fiddle on opener “Are You Here For the Festival?”, this listener’s favorite recent song of Michael's since “The Corridor" (c. 2010).

“Are You Here...” came to Hurley this past June. He was out in the yard, cutting back wild blackberry. It was his second June running without a trip to Ohio for the Nelsonville Festival; it was called off this year too. Home in July to witness the foxgloves bloom again, he saw them torched come August by the extreme heat that assaulted the Pacific Northwest. But time and Snock soldier on undaunted. He’ll turn 80 in December, just after this record’s release. The Time of the Foxgloves is now.

Cosmic Drag - (2021) Jungle Bag CS

 


Chemical Imbalance. – CH.IMB.151

'Jungle Bag' is the debut album, following self-released digital EP in 2020 entitled 'Hoops', from Cosmic Drag, ie. the latest project of Victorian* artist/musician Timothy K. Brown (known for thee ambient works under his own name, as well as being a member of Mount Trout, Rat Filth & other great acts/bands on the "fringe"), with a wee bit of help from fellow Mount Trout-er, Will Fagan, who plays the sticks on a few tracks.

~ This latest offering is described as "..music that sounds like Scott Walker's fried cousin playing black metal in the Solomon Islands or Arnold Swartzenegger doing The Shaggs' covers" - which is pretty spot on!

The Electronic Circus - (1981) Direct Lines 7''

 


Scratch Records – SCR 002

Though famous for other things (including doing the synths on GARY NUMAN’s iconic “Pleasure Principal” album and co-writing VISAGE’s massive hit, “Fade To Grey”), Chris Payne brought THE ELECTRONIC CIRCUS to life in 1981. At the time, poised to become his next major project, the initial single “Direct Lines” gained little traction and quickly found its way to quiet obscurity. There it remained until some genius made a video using footage from Swedish film “Summer With Monika” that so perfectly fit the surging melancholy of youth’s temporary romances that the song garnered a million views and a new cult of rabid fans (me included! -Jensen). Once this synth-pop perfection enters you it will find permanent purchase and continue to be a joyous wellspring for years to come, truly a gift that keeps giving.

Richard Youngs - (2011) Long White Cloud

 


Grapefruit Records – GY1-2

Every new album by Richard Youngs may as well be the first you hear, as there is no promise that it will sound anything whatsoever like his previous recordings. Just this year, he reissued “Beyond The Valley Of The Ultrahits” on Jagjaguwar and arguably created some of the best pop songs of the year – all on a dare from a friend. Other times, he’s wavered from some of the most emotionally compelling to repetitively transfixing to sonically aggressive compositions anyone is likely to create. After traveling New Zealand, Youngs describes the record as “a meditation on native birdsong, Maori place names, the pacific ocean, satellite navigation, and clutch failure in Wanaka.

Dump - (2013) The Silent Treatment LP

 

Grapefruit Records – GY2-4

Grapefruit is a subscription-based record club now in its third year, founded by musician Simon Joyner and Ba Da Bing Records head Ben Goldberg to release exclusive, limited-edition, vinyl-only albums as part of an annual series, sharing identical cover art but in different colors. Subscribers receive an LP every three months, by artists that are of some renown, or are just getting started. The only connection between each group is that Joyner and Goldberg are both fans. Only 300 copies of each release are pressed—and for a limited time, these LPs are now available outside a direct subscription in extremely low quantities. Dump is James McNew, known primarily for his work as a member of Yo La Tengo. The Silent Treatment, collection of new recordings, comes on the heels of a series of Dump reissues and features a couple covers (“You Say You Don’t Love Me” by The Buzzcocks and “Yo Yo Bye Bye” by Why?) amidst the beautiful originals.

Maria Zerfall - (2020) Anthology 1983-1993 9xLP

 


Vinyl-on-demand – VOD162

The German one-woman-solo-project MARIA ZERFALL started 1982 in Crailsheim named as ZERFALL. The year 1983 was beginning of MARIA ZERFALL and her private cassette distribution MUSIC TO TURN TO, based in Düsseldorf, Germany. The music was recorded and duplicated privately on a 4-track-tape-recorder, and given away to friends and people, who were interested in it.

In 1986-1991 MZ often appeared in different projects, like AKTIVE STAGNATION, MARIA ZERFALL IN PHASE PERVERS, ZEROSE, and collaborated with other musicians like KONRAD KRAFT, ROMAN RÜTTEN, etc.

From the years 1987 to 1989 MZ gave only three concerts, two in Düsseldorf and one in Nürnberg.


Gentleman Jesse - (2021) Lose Everything

 


Beach Impediment Records – BIR-057

After ten long years away from the studio, Gentleman Jesse returns to us bearing a new ten-track album that benefits greatly from the wisdom and heartbreak that a decade of life on this planet affords. An album titled "Lose Everything" is bound to have its dark side, and behind the powerful melodies and jangly guitars a hint of sadness hangs in the air. But Jesse makes a bad time a good listen—after all, he's responsible for tunes like Carbonas' "Phone Booth" and his debut single "I Don't Wanna Know." While age tends to water down the output of older musicians, it's had the opposite effect on Jesse. Gone is any semblance of kitsch or power-pop convention. Also gone are his band—he's flying solo this time. What remains is a dazzling, mature earworm of a guitar-pop album. Each record comes in a matte jacket adorned with the photography of Riley McBride and also includes a lovingly assembled booklet featuring lyrics and original woodcut prints made by the Gentleman himself.

Ice 9 - (2021) The Fifth Column Years 2xLP

 

Vinyl-on-demand – VOD 170

VOD presents The Fifth Column Years by ICE 9. This double LP release contains 1981 and P.F.L.P. Ice 9 was a collective centered around Onnyk (Yoshiaki Kinno) a well-known on the field of Japan's underground and free improvisation, acted as 'The Fifth Column", also called 'Daigoretsu', in mid 70's to 80's.

Onnyk is Yoshiaki Kinno, a talented guitar improviser and also the owner of the Allelopathy label of Japan. In the 1980's he established a cassette label Fifth Column featuring a wide range of improvised musics.

The Fifth Column Years by Ice 9 compiles their two incredibly rare cassette releases 1981 & PFLP (from 1981 & 1983 respectively) on this double vinyl compilation, their first pressing on wax in their almost forty year existence. The brainchild of Japanese multi-instrumentalist Yoshiakki Kinno, the two tapes take strides in all things scuzzed out. Encompassing noise, post-punk, krautrock and abrasive jazz complimented with dubbed out early electronics and hefty distortion, The Fifth Column Years is a throwback trip into a wildly experimental epoch. Sure to be as sought after as the original tapes, the vinyl doesn’t lose the early editions charm. 

Liiek - (2022) Deep Pore

 


Adagio830 – none

Liiek from Berlin are back with their second album. 11 new bass-driven groovy post punk hits. Think of Gang Of Four meets Q And Not U. Meets The Wire. Feat. Peeps of Pigeon, Ostseetraum, Aus etc.

Roy Montgomery - (2021) Silver Wheels Of Prayer

 


VHF Records – vhf#49

"Recorded during the same sessions that produced The Allegory of Healing (and mixed at the same time as that album some months later), Silver Wheel of Prayer isn't so much a companion piece as its own particular, self-contained effort. Both sonically and in terms of how Montgomery named each piece -- "For the Imperiled," "For the Disoriented," etc. -- there's a greater sense on the solely instrumental Silver Wheel of conscious arrangement and organization than on the here and there Allegory. The album itself isn't a constant variation on similar themes, but the first three tracks make it seem so. All have a same near-trademark heavily reverbed, moody, and minimal guitar line at its center, each differing via extra elements or overdubs. "For the Disoriented" has an open-ended organ part leading the way, for instance, while "For the Mortified" similarly adds extra, mysterious drones, guitar, and keyboard washes to the core of the piece. After that, though, each of the four remaining songs is a different composition entirely, perhaps Montgomery's own little joke by setting up expectations and then undercutting them. "For the Dispossessed" is one of Montgomery's best songs, based around a repetitive, slashing guitar figure treated with heavy flange, while equally frazzled guitar and keyboard parts slowly build up around it to create a countermelody, all while sharing the same basic rhythm. It's a bravura effort, demonstrating how even with simpler approaches he can maintain a very distinct musical voice. The album concludes with one of his lengthier explorations, "For a Small Blue Orb." Described in the liner notes as first tried out on an acoustic guitar in a friend's place almost 20 years previously, here it's a lovely blend of, again, a core repeating melody and understated overdubs and extra parts woven together into a new attractive whole. It's further proof that electric guitar was alive and well in 2001."

Sávila - (2021) Mayahuel 12''

 


Not On Label – none

Sávila is a medicinal plant that grows wild in tropical climates all over the world as well as the name of cumbia/latin/world/r&b inspired music and visual art project by guitarist Fabiola Reyna, vocalist Brisa Gonzalez and percussionist extraordinaire Papi Fimbres.

MAYAHUEL is the follow up to their self-titled debut LP and further explores Sávila's singular melding of cumbia, dream-pop, spirited vocals, hallucinatory riffing and driving percussion.

“MAYAHUEL is based on time spent before the pandemic immersed in the music, traditions, people and environment of that beautiful place. Lots of these songs are integrated with field recordings from musicians we met along the way, incorporating pre-hispanic percussion elements and field recordings taken from the streets during our time there. Meant more as a reflection on what we encountered though some songs evolved into something more elaborate as we explore the genre of ancestral club. Music for our ancestors made for the club.”

Tonstartssbandht - (2011) Sinkhole Storm and Sandwich

 

Dœs Are – DooK

A proud and reckless psychedelic boogie from Florida brothers Andy and Edwin White. Two sides, two tracks: side A is the titular Sinkhole Storm and Sandwich, side B creates a place to rest weary heads in, Hotel For Gods. This is a divine hotel, meant for incorporeal exploration. Guests are encouraged to succumb to the pulsing beta waves, which fortuitously redirect consciousness to dreamward introspection. A chair in Zeus’ study sits empty, awaiting visits from patient listeners. All seminars are conducted in telepathic proto-Greek, but don’t let that stop you. Beautiful harmonics emerge underneath driving drums, and recurring melodies; these psychburners are a religious experience.

Tonstartssbandht - (2016) Christchurch

 


Dœs Are – DooS

Rock and roll: who knows about it? Matter of fact, whose seen’t it? That said, who remembers it?

Well, unbeknownst to the majority of the rockin’ free world, it’s 100% still alive. And though I guess it’s posh to fleek on some chill-ass bangers these days, and yeah dubstep can’t stop with it’s woob woob woob whooooooaaaabs, a better business borough associate has confided in me that Rock & Roll is hair to stray. Bug time, partner.

Gladly, jam champs and perennial good sports, Tonstartssbandht, have bequeathed a ripper of a tape to further prove rock ain’t dead. And let me tell you, it’s top notch stuff. Complied of live audio of a show in Christchurch, New Zealand from last year, Christchurch is an hour long mind melter of a trip. Smell the sweat and grind.

Tonstartssbandht - (2017) Sorcerer

 


Mexican Summer – MEX236

Settle into Tonstartssbandht’s music and let it rock heavy from all sides. The music melds with the personal, tangible nature of the city climate, telling a stunning tale. Discovered on the road and distilled at home, the music conveys experience and subtlety, scars exposed to carry the chronicle. The music, the music, the fucking music.

Sorcerer is the first full-length studio album from Andy and Edwin White, the Florida / New York duo known as Tonstartssbandht (tahn-starts-bandit). On Sorcerer, the brothers chart a heavenly course above the storm and stress, one explored over years of touring and a poetic language forged between performers and siblings.

Sorcerer offers three long form depictions of Tonstartssbandht’s boundless spirit; ambitious noise rock narratives buoyed in a swampy sonic scene of delay, distortion, and virtuosic interplay. The album displays larger lyrical concepts within the framework of a guitar and drums duo; Andy’s guitar and vocal loops creating a cascading sheet of interpretative reverb and future melodies, Ed’s high-stakes drumming divided every which way but loose, a deep canvas of cohabitating sounds.

Recorded live in the living room of Le Wallet, the affectionate name of Andy and Ed’s former Bushwick, Brooklyn apartment (additional vocals were added after a move back to their hometown – and present dwellings – of Orlando, Florida), elements of the environment Sorcerer was captured – a water heater’s hiss, a passing cop car siren, the rumble of the train – bleed in and out while the music fills the room to reflect its very shape.

Lyrically shaped by relapse, recovery, and lost relationships, the brothers’ harmonized voices and trademark glossolalia shade the songs of Sorcerer with a beautiful, unsettled subtext. A desirous unmaking of design happens across the three album parts, eventually recovering and cohering as an earnest, honest experience.

Andy and Ed never halt their working pace, and never cease to stroll the path they’ve invented despite the challenges at hand. Intentionally striving for and then subverting self-sabotage, weathering the storm they’ve summoned, Sorcerer is the romantic abstract of this invented space and the individual’s relationship with that space. It is raw and flawed, but brilliant and real because it is intentionally so.

This is Tonstartssbandht at the height of their song – and story – craft, channeling pure motion and emotion through a soulful filter at the speed of sorcery. Witness the incantation and let the spell take hold.

Tonstartssbandht - (2020) Olde Feelings

 


Looking Glass / LG010

Now this new track is called ‘Olde Feelings’ in as all I hopen for. the dreamy vibe and trippy guitar work an floaty vocals makes this a really good Tonstartssbandht track.

Tonstartssbandht - (2021) Petunia

 


Mexican Summer – MEX252

A few years ago, Bob Weir was telling a writer about his process, and how the notion of constantly becoming—of life being lived in a state of flux—doesn’t just apply to the ever-changing self, but to the things the self creates. Speaking of the song “Saint of Circumstance,” which he’d been playing live for 40 years, Weir said, “I’m just starting to scratch the surface of what I can do with that.” This idea of a song as a living, breathing thing, a liquid portrait that sloshes to the borders of whatever frame is fixed upon it, is at the center of Edwin and Andy White’s work as Tonstartssbandht. Through constant touring, the brothers’ songs both take shape and change shape, becoming something a little different every night as they explore the possibilities inherent within them. With time, attention, and intention, these songs—long, languid, full of open musical questions and temporary answers—become distinct objects, and the process begins again. On Petunia, the brothers’ 18th album and second for Mexican Summer, they bring us to the earliest moments of this process, showing off a barn full of hatchlings already decked with splendid plumage.

Where most Tonstartssbandht albums come together slowly over years, recorded on the fly whenever the Whites have a few spare moments on the road, Petunia was largely written and recorded in their home city of Orlando in 2020. Many of the tracks had been played live, but in extremely rough form (“skeletons of songs,” as Andy puts it), and hadn’t yet developed into any kind of mature stage. With plenty of time on their hands thanks to the lockdown, and no shows to play, Andy and Edwin decided to pack some flesh onto those skeletons and bring them to life on their own. Petunia is the first Tonstartssbandht album to be created in a sustained manner and in a consistent environment, written and recorded in a single place over a focused period of time.

As a result, Petunia feels like a unified aesthetic statement. Using little more than a 12-string guitar and a drum kit, Andy and Edwin weave together the gentle headiness of Laurel Canyon and the sweaty pacing of Cologne; like a gyroscope, its constant motion produces the illusion of stillness—and that stillness gives it a sense of intimacy and introspection, something that’s further illuminated by the new emphasis placed on the brothers’ vocals. Taking cues from The Zombies and the falsetto-feathered singing of ’70s funk and reggae, Andy and Edwin stitch their voices together so easily, and with such generosity, it’s virtually impossible to see the seams. And it allows the quiet wisdom of the lyrics—what Andy self-deprecatingly calls “generic broad platitudes that I still think resonate when I say them”—to slip in almost unnoticed, delivering their emotional truths while preparing a feather bed for you to collapse into. “All roads will lead to the heart of town, when you’ve been running too long,” he sings in the album’s opening moments. “Being at peace only slows you down, but you’ve been running so long now.” In “Smilehenge,” he packs his bags, sweeps up the apartment, and says goodbye to an old life and an old love. “How will it feel when you turn out the light?” he wonders.

That same sense—of waiting in liminal spaces, of wondering what exists on the other side of uncertainty, shimmers through single “What Has Happened.” With an arrangement lightly influenced by Talk Talk and a shaky guitar sounding like a sonar, Andy and Edwin perch at the edge of the self and stare out. “Honestly,” Andy sings, his voice breaking, “What has happened to me?” Opener “Pass Away” expands upwards on the back of Edwin’s maracas and tapped percussion, and once they’re firmly in the air, they fly freely, Andy’s guitar asking the questions while Edwin’s drumming keeps them moving forward.

If Petunia feels like a journey in the direction of peace, that, too, is a reflection of how it was made. The stability of the sessions, and the brothers’ easy communication, allowed them to sit with these songs and their performances. “It was very helpful and relieving knowing every day that even if I start to feel frustrated for a second, we had the option to say, ‘I’m working with one other person, he’s my oldest friend, and it’s no big deal to be like, “Let’s clock out today,”’” Andy says. “Sometimes we go in and you can tell it’s not going to work that day, and that’s fine,” Edwin adds. “We didn’t have a tight crunch for time. There was no rush. It’s like feeding cows grass—probably makes tastier meat.”

The album’s clarity is also a result of Andy and Edwin bringing in perspectives from outside of the White family. “It’s the first time we’ve ever brought someone else into the mixing stage,” Andy notes. While the album was recorded at the brothers’ home studio in Orlando between April and August of 2020, it was mixed by Joseph Santarpia and Roberto Pagano at The Idiot Room in San Francisco—“our old Florida buddies who have great ears,” as Andy puts it. With those ears attuned to the recordings, Petunia is brighter, punchier, and more direct than its predecessor, the direct result of Santarpia and Pagano’s confidence in the performances the album captures. “They were just there to help paint in the mixing,” Andy says, but “they’re so good at bringing up levels, leveling everything really well.”

Levels: Andy means the volume of the tracks and their balance, yes, but there’s that sense of stability again, of building on level ground, and what can happen when the artistic environment is stable, even while the world’s environment is anything but. As the Whites have long known, a song—like a person—is a constantly evolving thing, and a record is a photograph, a way to pause that motion, to examine an object at a single moment in its evolution. It’s a way of suggesting stability where it doesn’t actually exist. Petunia is not Tonstartssbandht’s definitive statement on these songs, because how could it be? But it is a portrait of Andy and Edwin White at home in Florida, an artfully staged landscape rich in detail, its winding passages and airy environment waiting to be explored. 

Autechre & The Hafler Trio - (2021) ³oæh 7xLP

 


Vinyl-on-demand – VOD166

Drone: as with anything else that rarely changes, it's necessary to latch onto subtleties. What minimal suggestion put forth by a drone is so easily applied to pretty much any impression you might have that, predictably, describing one often leads to vague subjectivities bordering on bad poetry. And as much as I'd love to go around proclaiming my love for "deeply resonant, holy abysses" (not), I wish there were an easier way to communicate the real power of the things.

England's Hafler Trio are no strangers to an elusive clarity; rather, Andrew Mackenzie isn't. Mackenzie is the only current member of the self-dubbed h\xB3o, a group that at no point was actually comprised of three people-- unless you count their "collaborators", like imaginary scientists Robert Spridgeon or Dr. Edward Moolenbeek, both of whom were fabricated by Mackenzie and founding member Chris Watson (ex-Cabaret Voltaire) for their fairly astounding 1984 debut, Bang! An Open Letter. On that album, and on many early Hafler Trio recordings, tape edits and loops, found sound and Residents-style Dadaism ruled the day. Since Watson's departure in the late 80s, Mackenzie has gravitated more towards experimental ambient and drone music.

Autechre, on the other hand, seem to have been moving in the opposite direction. 2003's Draft 7.30 might have been slightly more straightforward than 2001's extraordinary Confield, but could hardly have been further from ambient if it tried. Even the moments that might conceivably have been called "drone" (parts of "Surripere", for example) seemed skittish and nervous. Certainly a far cry from anything on the Autechre/Hafler Trio split aptly titled, ae\xB3o & h\xB3ae, a daunting exercise in ominous hum, icy space and digital resonance. In fact, I had a hard time locating anything obviously Autech'd, whereas the album has much in common with recent Hafler releases such as the Moment When We Blow Flour from Our Tongues EP.

"ae\xB3o" begins as a high-pitched, muffled scream, clearly emanating from the cold circulatory system of a computer and without the slightest notion of making you feel all warm inside. Soon, what seems like white noise fills in the space beneath, and a bass-heavy generator noise becomes dominates. It reminds me of sound-sculptor Richard Chartier's album on American experimental electronic label Crouton from last year-- Hafler Trio have also recorded for Crouton, and fans of modern dark ambient and electronic will have much to investigate on their roster. "ae\xB3o" moves through long periods of relative calm (if you consider residual static hum calm), but never comes to a point of resolution. It's bleak, in the way any lack of root is bleak. It could also be endlessly fascinating in a chemically altered state.

The second piece, "h\xB3ae", begins unassumingly with what sounds like a distant wind. Listening closer, there's also a faint sonar whistle, gradually growing louder. Then, the unison growl of jet engines overtakes the introductory ambience, eventually expanding into a massive howl. It sounds as if I'm being sucked into a giant black hole, passing through faster and faster, until nothing is really clear except that there doesn't appear to be a light on the other side. Midway through the 15-minute track, things become calmer for a short period, as the "engine" noises give way to the sound of actual flight. However, again a gradual increase in volume and depth is used as a device to reel me further into the cavernous house of mirrors that is the artists' preferred workshop. The track ends with the only rhythmically active section on the CD, as the previous noises are cut up into short, clipped propulsions before settling on a single distorted buzz-drone.

Although Autechre and Mackenzie need little excuse to dive into the abstract, ae\xB3o & h\xB3ae is, as these things go, relatively accessible. For starters, there's much variation over the course of the two lengthy pieces, and things never really approach either pure noise or pure ambience. It's not the kind of record I'd play to chill out, but since there are hundreds of small details to focus on, anyone willing to block out some quality listening time (and not in need of any unnecessary "songs") could become quickly engrossed. Musically, it's consistently interesting, if a tad cold, so I'd recommend it with the caveat that you shouldn't expect much of a helping hand from the bands.

Dangers, Kowloon Walled City, Lingua Ignota, & Thou - (2019) Sisters In Christ RSD 2018 - "West Coast" 7''

 


Sisters In Christ – SIC004

Traditionally, we release an exclusive seven inch for Record Store Day every year that has unreleased songs and is only available from us and the bands involved. We missed the last couple of years, but we're now caught up!

So obviously the RSD 2018 title is a misnomer as this was just released. Various heaviness from these 4 bands.

Lingua Ignota - (2019) Caligula

 


Profound Lore Records – PFL215

CALIGULA”, the new album from LINGUA IGNOTA set for release on July 19th on CD/2xLP/Digital through Profound Lore Records, takes the vision of Kristin Hayter’s vessel to a new level of grandeur, her purging and vengeful audial vision going beyond anything preceding it and reaching a new unparalleled sonic plane within her oeuvre.

Succeeding her self-released 2017 “All Bitches Die” opus (re-released by Profound Lore Records in 2018), “CALIGULA” sees Hayter design her most ambitious work to date, displaying the full force of her talent as a vocalist, composer, and storyteller. Vast in scope and multivalent in its influences, with delivery nothing short of demonic, “CALIGULA” is an outsider’s opera; magnificent, hideous, and raw. Eschewing and disavowing genre altogether, Hayter builds her own world. Here she fully embodies the moniker Lingua Ignota, from the German mystic Hildegard of Bingen, meaning “unknown language” — this music has no home, any precedent or comparison could only be uneasily given, and there is nothing else like it in our contemporary realm.

LINGUA IGNOTA has always taken a radical, unflinching approach to themes of violence and vengeance, and “CALIGULA” builds on the transformation of the survivor at the core of this narrative. “CALIGULA” embraces the darkness that closes in, sharpens itself with the cruelty it has been subjected to, betrays as it has been betrayed. It is wrath unleashed, scathing, a caustic blood-letting: “Let them hate me so long as they fear me,” Hayter snarls in a voice that ricochets from chilling raw power to agonizing vulnerability. Whilst “CALIGULA” is unapologetically personal and critically self-aware, there are broader themes explored; the decadence, corruption, depravity and senseless violence of emperor Caligula is well documented and yet still permeates today. Brimming with references and sly jabs, Hayter’s sardonic commentary on abuse of power and invalidation is deftly woven.

Working closely with Seth Manchester at Machines With Magnets studio in Pawtucket, Rhode Island, Hayter strips away much of the industrial and electronic elements of her previous work, approaching instead the corporeal intensity and intimate menace of her notorious live performances, achieved with unconventional recording techniques and sound sources, as well as a full arsenal of live instrumentation and collaborators including harsh noise master Sam McKinlay (THE RITA), visceral drummer Lee Buford (The Body) and frenetic percussionist Ted Byrnes (Cackle Car, Wood & Metal), with guest vocals from Dylan Walker (Full of Hell), Mike Berdan (Uniform), and Noraa Kaplan (Visibilities). “CALIGULA” is a massive work, a multi-layered epic that gives voice and space to that which has been silenced and cut out. 

Lingua Ignota - (2021) Sinner Get Ready CD

 


Sargent House – SH 252

The intensity and bleakness of Lingua Ignota’s fourth album was quite unlike any other released in 2021. SINNER GET READY immersed the listener in the blood and thunder of Pennsylvania’s rural Christianity, achieving genuinely unnerving heaviness via the medium of avant-classical hymnals and deconstructed Appalachian roots music. Pieces like I WHO BEND THE TALL GRASSES and MANY HANDS didn’t just channel the Biblical fury of peak Nick Cave or Diamanda Galas – they equalled them. Give yourself over to this record and you’ll find yourself thrust into an inferno of visceral weirdness and soul-quaking religious terror. 

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Following her titanic, devastating mesh of metal, opera and noise, Caligula, Kristin Hayter (aka Lingua Ignota) retreated to the desolation of central Pennsylvania for her new album, Sinner Get Ready. Steering in the opposite direction of her previous work, Hayter embraced the isolation of her environment for a comparatively sparse, minimalist album that loses none of its emotional potency. The songwriter’s lyrics are dark and calamitous, foretelling hellish prophecies and painting brutal pictures almost as a form of worship, frequently recalling familiar religious icons in devotion. Sinner Get Ready thrives in these profound feelings, achieving something hauntingly beautiful.

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Kristin Hayter’s voice, stacked tall atop itself, holds you from a terrifying height. On her latest album as Lingua Ignota, she reckons with devotion and loneliness in rural Pennsylvania, using its spare landscape and its musical and religious history as the fertile backdrop for her work. Between Appalachian instruments and prepared piano, she sings like she’s on the cusp of physical collapse, running her voice ragged only for it to surge into a roar. The point where exhaustion snaps into adrenaline is her starting ground. From there, she traces the contours of human faith, gumming the jagged edges where it breaks.

Sunday, January 2, 2022

VA - (2020) Cassette Culture: Homemade Music and the Creative Spirit in the Pre-Internet Age 2xCD

 

Vinyl-on-demand – VOD158

A collection of international cassette culture tracks from a universe of circulating tapes. This set is in the spirit of VOD's other Cassette Culture releases, with a broader horizon. CDs accompany a book which got this review: Intensive 320 page Book written by Jerry Kranitz, it includes a 2CD loaded with almost 160 minutes of Cassette-Culture / DIY Artists. The book takes a social history/analytical approach to the growth of the global cassette culture/homemade music network that sprouted and flourished from the post-punk era through the early 1990s. The author explores how the participants communicated, traded, collaborated, and set up cottage industry labels to distribute their work. A long overdue study of this pivotal yet less than comprehensively documented chapter in the post-punk and 20th century independent arts movement stories.

VA - (2021) Vanity Demos 2xLP

 


Vinyl-on-demand – VOD169

Vinyl On Demand, a label focusing on wax reissues of super rare avant garde, noise and synthwave releases from decades past, brings us a double LP highlighting the experimental scene in Japan from the early eighties. The first plate of Vanity Demos focuses on Den Sei Kwan, an early practitioner of noise, minimal and electronic experimentation, previously only available via extremely limited cassette release. The second disc features the work of Den Sei Kwan and several other noted Japanese experimental artists. Even the 2020 CD reissue of this fetches three digit sums on discogs, so move quick on the vinyl version.

VA - (2021) Vanity Records Volume I 5xLP

 

Vinyl-on-demand – VOD 168

Vanity Box Vol. 1 is a bumper compilation of many early recordings on seminal Japanese avant garde label Vanity Records, showcasing the white hot experimental scene of the early eighties as artists explored the sonic possibilities of early synthesizers and audio hardware in combination with myriad other possibilities. Featuring the work of R.N.A.ORGANISM, BGM, SYMPATHY NERVOUS & SAB among others across five plates, it’s brought to us by Vinyl On Demand who specialise in unearthing and reissuing audio artefacts of this era from around the globe. As the flurry of discogs fervour can attest, this is a collectors essential.

Dada, Morio Agata, Normal Brain, & R.N.A. Organism - (2021) Vanity Records Volume II 4xLP

 


Vinyl-on-demand – VOD 174

Frank Maier’s Vinyl On Demand, an imprint which specialises in bringing back to life some of the 1970s and 1980s’ finest in weird, limited run avant-garde, synth and industrial records, put together a stellar collection with Vanity Box Vol. 2. The set consists of four distinct LPs by Japanese musical innovators — Dada, Morio Agata, Normal Brain and R.N.A. Organism — and showcases the fertile ground caught between industrial electronics, prog rock, and avant-garde production. This is to say, each record is an out-there exercise in bizarre sonics performed by masters of the art, at once recalling Nurse With Wound, Kraftwerk and ELP.

VA - (1996) Los Angeles Free Music Society: The Lowest Form Of Music 10xCD

 

RRRecords – RRR-CD-17

The LAFMS was a lightning rod for pre-punk & non-punk musical whatsis from all over the globe. This compilation deals primarily with the associations core members and their good works, but one of the LAFMS' prime functions was to transform itself (via "mere" extended activity) into a kind of magneto-art-sump for universal noise oddballs. Its name became a kind of secret handshake that allowed culturally disenfranchised puds & pudettes to identify each other.

In a way, the LAFMS bridged the years between the appearance of Meet the Residents in '74 and 1/2 Japanese's first EP in '77; linking the Euro-rooted sophistication of early '70s American experimentation to the insanely intuitive noise gushing that came about after punk unlocked the undergrounds id. The sound of Smegma was the exact kind of thing that every isolated suburban Beefheart fan imagined himself or herself producing in the company of true peers. The same could be said of Le Forte Four, the Doo-Dooettes, Airway, and most of the other units that the LAFMS extruded.

Improvisation, concrete assemblage, kraut-moosh, tinkling, noise, and weirdness for the sake of weirdness were all perceived as hallmarks of the LAFMS ethos. In a year as dull as 1975, the wee-est taste of meat that strong could be enough to separate your head from your body. Forever. Again. For those who were brave enough to send away for LAFMS records or tapes, its name will gawp forever as a wide portal to a parallel cosmos that could only be suspected in the years before the "cassette revolution" (so called). And since almost no one has ever heard all the material that makes up this voluminous compendium, it is guaranteed to be its own set of trap doors to a very special void.

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As a girl coming of age in a suburb of Cincinnati in the late 70's, I had two things going against me: (1) I was a female & (2) I lived in a very nowhere part of the country. Disco & bad rock ruled the airwaves. In 1977 my brothers had a shitty (also known as "New Wave") band-The Brides Of Bullwinkle-that would play around the university area of Cincy & I'd always tag along, if for no other reason than to shop at the one, good used record shop in the area, Mole's. I couldn't stand the dreck those 2 imbeciles & their idiotic pals spewed out & I knew there must be something else to music besides bad rock & it's various "lesions". I began to impulsively buy records from the 50 cent bin, anything that looked remotely weird & wasn't concerned with having a big cock. Records like the Silver Apples 1st lp, Xenakis, Robert Wyatt's 'End Of An Ear, 'Archie Shepp's 'Pan African Festival' & other like-minded, left-field heaviness became staples for me, almost literally glued to the hand me down record player in my room. I was in heaven, I'd found music that was seemingly made just for me, was cheaper than dirt, went well w/weed & didn't smell like a rotten crotch. Then one day while I was checking out a copy of 'No Pussyfooting' on the store's turntable, this guy Brad started to talk to me. One thing led to another & the next thing you know, we're dating. Brad was also into non-Rock & bought records in the mail from this organization known as the Los Angeles Free Music Society. You remember Richard Dreyfuss towards the end of Close Encounters? That's what I felt like when he showed me those records for the 1st time. I was ready to climb aboard! Airway, Blorp Essette, Le Forte Four, The Pablums, this stuff was fantastic! Sheer contra-rock, absurdo experimentale, art brut concrete, tinkles, blips, blaps, whoosh, radically dilapidated & wonderfully so. I was like a moth headed for the light whenever these records & cassettes were playing & I began to write away for them myself. I can honestly say I was never disappointed by any of it & was turned onto a whole 'nother world of weirdness that was in it's embryonic heyday, most notably records by Half Japanese & The Residents, who were already "established". LA, or at least it's fringe, was starting to look like the place to be. But by '82 or so, the LAFMS was starting to close up shop, the 'Lightbulb Emergency' dbl cassette was the last thing I got & I later found a Doo-Dooettes 'Look At This' lp in a dollar bin in Ann Arbor (where I was going to college). I wrote them a few more times, but got nary a return. I was beginning to concentrate more on painting, then media & video arts, much of it inspired by those musicians, pranksters & freaks & I wanted to thank them for having such a profound influence on my life. Also, sex was best when any one of their records was playing, despite whinings to the contrary from the dorks that I bonked back in those days (I'm a lesbian now & happier for it).

Then in 1985, a fire swept through my studio & home while I was in Europe & I lost everything. And while there were many things gone that were irreplaceable, the thing I pined away most for was my LAFMS collection. It had always been something of a secret society, the "membership" was few & the records & legacy now extinct & obscure. It was a hopeless task trying to track down any of it, no one knew what I was talking about when I mentioned it, so I just shut up. "Maybe it never really existed" I told myself. It's funny what your willing to believe in the name of solace.

But yes by God it had existed & while I was in NYC to curate a retrospective of my work last year I saw this cardboard box in the window of a record store in the Lower East Side w/the letters LAFMS emblazoned in gold across the front. "Jesus Mary & Joseph", I said to myself, "it can't be". But there it was, an entire box set, 10 cd's worth of the entire output-& more-of the finest music to ever exist on any planet in this godforsaken universe. It was all there, all of it, every wonderful second, & now housed in a sturdy, slide-open box with a staggering array of photo & essay documentation letting me in even further to the only world I had ever wanted to know. And for a measly 100$ it was mine & everything was right in the world. Again.

My uncle Lionel has a saying he's fond of. "The 70's wasn't all about ass" he says, "sometimes it was about face too". And to an extent, I agree with him. Listening to this music again-some 20 yrs since I 1st heard it-I realize how timeless it is. And immediate. And most importantly, original. It was music by & for (primarily) non-musicians & while that sentiment is still very much alive in today's underground, it's just not as pure. The LAFMS was a beautiful face full of teeth in the '70's, pearly whites sparkling widely & parading high above the boring chaos in a world of shit-encrusted assholes. And I was there. You better believe it sister.--Francesca Lothario

Other, Like Me: The Oral History of COUM Transmissions and Throbbing Gristle (2021)

 


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"Neil Andrew Megson and Christine Carol Newby might not be household names, and their stage personas – Genesis P-Orridge and Cosey Fanni Tutti – might not be on everyone’s playlist. But their performance art collective and band would become among the most influential artistic statements ever. A profile of uncompromising creativity..." (Guardian)

"Aesthetically and philosophically, the industrial genre, grounded as it is as a response to the destructive and dehumanizing elements of industrial society, thematizes our collective potential for dehumanization as well as a potential fuller humanization..." (Dr. Thomas M. Conroy, In the Marketplace of Transgression: Throbbing Gristle and the Pornographic Imaginary)

"The punk rockers said, 'Learn three chords and form a band'. And we thought, 'Why learn any chords?'" (Genesis P-Orridge)

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BBC Four Website

Hull, England, 1970. In a run-down commune in a tough port city, a group of social misfits - mostly working class, mostly self-educated - adopted new identities and began making simple street theatre under the name COUM Transmissions. Their playful performances gradually gave way to work that dealt openly with sex, pornography, and violence. The group lived at the edge of society, surviving on meagre resources, finding fellowship with others marginalised by the mainstream.

At the core of the group were two artists, Genesis Breyer P-Orridge and Cosey Fanni Tutti. As their work evolved, Cosey embarked on a career modelling for pornographic magazines, work that she claimed for herself and classified as conceptual art, using it to forge a specific position in relationship to 1970s feminism. In performances, Genesis pushed himself to extremes, testing the limits of the human body. By the mid-1970s, having been chased out of Hull by the police and now living in London, they had caused one of the 20th century’s biggest art scandals and been branded by the British press and politicians as "the wreckers of civilisation".

On the brink of art world success, COUM turned their attentions to music, starting a new phase as the confrontational and notorious band Throbbing Gristle. They built their own instruments, ran their own independent record label, and challenged the norms of rock performance. Throbbing Gristle confronted the dark side of human nature with brutal honesty and invented an entirely new genre of electronic music, which they named "industrial". The band imploded on stage in front of thousands of fans in San Francisco in 1981, before reforming 23 years later, having become a major influence on subsequent generations of musicians.

Merzbow - (2012) Lowest Music & Arts 1980-1983 9xLP & 7''


Vinyl-On-Demand ‎– 108

Lowest Music & Arts 1980–1983 is a box set compilation by the Japanese noise musician Merzbow, it is composed of recordings from the earliest years of Merzbow.
Vinyl-on-demand deliver a knockout blow of formative, seminal Merzbow material; all of it appearing on vinyl for the first time, and all carefully selected and mastered by the notorious artist himself. It really is one of the handsomest, most alluring things we’ve ever stocked; proper, top shelf vinyl porn for the collectors, and arguably one of the most extraordinary collections of noise material to ever land on vinyl. So, maybe a little introduction is required: around 1979 Masami Akita appropriated the name Merzbow in homage to Kurt Schwitters ‘Merzbau’ artwork. It was clear indiction of his allegiance to radical avant-garde thought and practice, and came to encompass myriad influences from free jazz to musique concrète and psychedelia which would inspire a nebulous catalogue stretching to over 350 releases and an unparalleled reputation in the world of extreme music and art. This ten LP set charts the primordial genesis of this uncompromising gesamtkunstwerk: at one end we have his earliest material from 1980 – screeching, elemental Metal Acoustic Music – hypnotic rituals for ungodly praxis – thru to unique ecologies of clattering percussion, demented synth noise and cosmic/industrial cacophony, while digging deeper into the box reveals hitherto hidden sides of his oeuvre; culminating in the mindbending torque of his 1983 recordings – a decimated mixture of roiling garage rock, atonal industrialism, and, perhaps most surprisingly and enticingly of all, technoid drum patterns recalling Throbbing Gristle and MB which sound all too prescient and timely in 2012. It’d do us a mischief to describe the whole thing, but needless to say it’s a truly mind-melting collection, suitably presented with the highest attention to detail and aesthetic.

VA - (2021) Los Angeles Free Music Society -1974~1983+ 13xLP & 7''

 


Vinyl-on-demand – VOD171

Building on the back of a pretty stunning series of releases over the last year and beyond, Vinyl on Demand returns with one of their most ambitious outings yet, Los Angeles Free Music Society's "-1974~1983+", a stunning, deluxe 13LP box set - issued in a limited edition of 500 copies - of early material that has never before been issued on vinyl, from one of the most important outfits in underground, experimental music from the American west.

**500 copies** Since their founding in the early 2000s, Vinyl on Demand has continuously led the pack when it comes to reissues and archival releases. Producing extensive surveys of an astounding array of underground and neglected artists - issued in startlingly beautiful deluxe limited editions - the historical importance of their efforts is nothing short of overwhelming. Their latest, Los Angeles Free Music Society's -1974~1983+, stands as yet another triumph from the imprint, gathering 13 LPs worth of material from early solo and compilation cassette releases, as well as singles, that were produced by the collective’s member’s during its early years of activity and issued by LAFMS in tiny editions.

Founded in 1973 by Chip Chapman, Joe Potts, Rick Potts and Tom Recchion, with nearly half a century of activities behind them, Los Angeles FreeMusic Society stands as one of the most iconic and enduring efforts in both underground music and experimental sound. Over their years of activity, the group has taken a near countless number of evolving incarnations, played constantly, and produced dozens of releases, the majority of which in nearly impossible to find small editions, by individual members and well as offshoots and adjacent projects with shared membership like Smegma, Le Forte Four, and Doo-Dooettes, laying what is often as credited as the groundwork for numerous discrete musical movements, spanning the decades, within the LA underground, as well as building bridges between the realms of sound and the visual arts through collaborations with artists like Eddie Ruscha, Mike Kelley and Jim Shaw.

VOD’s 13 LP box, Los Angeles Free Music Society -1974~1983+ - the latest in an amazing series of releases forced on the group’s output that emerged in recent years - is focused on the individuals associated with the collective, gathering material from early solo releases, compilation cassettes, and singles issued by LAFMS during its first decade, as well as including 2 LPs worth of never before issued recordings.

Appearing on vinyl for the first time, the set includes truly visionary musical excursions by Chip Chapman, Seldom Melodic Ensemble, Dennis Duck, Light Bulb, Joe Potts, Slimy Adenoid and The Pablums, Tom Recchion, Dinosaurs with Horns (Rick Potts / Joseph Hammer), Fredrik Nilsen, and numerous others drawn from the collective’s 1981 December Compilation and other archival recordings.

Free and liberated in every sense of the word, charting unknown waters that still remain underexplored decades down the road, there’s nothing quite like LAFMS, a wild and wonderful world that comes alive across the 26 vinyl sides of Los Angeles Free Music Society -1974~1983+, diving deep into one of their most important and creatively ripe periods. Pressed by Vinyl on Demand in a limited edition of 500 copies on black vinyl, including 13LPs, one 7”, complete, full-size recreations of the six volumes of the LAFMS magazine publication “Light Bulb,” a 56-page book of rare photos, graphics and notes, plus a t-shirt and a pair of 3D glasses for special feature graphics, all delivered in a black wooden box. This is the artistic counterculture manifested in sound, and an absolute must for any fan of LAFMS, underground, DIY, or experimental music at large.

Exhumed - (2021) Worming EP

 


Relapse Records – none

Need some death metal this morning to help adjust for the jolt back into workaday life? Exhumed have got you covered with a new four-song EP, Worming. With a total run time of just over 10 minutes, Exhumed will get you going and back into the groove faster than it takes your body to metabolize that cup of coffee you’re currently sipping. So get to it, mm'kay?

Princess Diana of Wales - (2021) ST CS

 


A Colourful Storm – ACOLOUR038

A Colourful Storm presents an inquisitive, self-reflective album by Princess Diana of Wales, the label’s newest and most curiously cloaked project. Someone, no one, a notion, a feeling... while the moniker’s origin is ambiguous, its aspirations are not. Feeling closer, questioning intimacy. Longing and forgetting. Venting, validating. Emerging from the dark. What is real and how does it feel?


Diana offers clues but no simple answers. Vocal-led pieces ‘Still Beach’ and ‘Fragments of Blue’ are brittle and intoxicating, contemplating recklessness and unfulfillment of a past life: "Watching the future wash away / Giving it up to have this day". She studies closeness and, incredulous of the feelings that emerge, wonders if detachment is impermanent: "Can this always be how it feels? / Can this always be?". She catalogues these emotions as a series of memories, colours and images. ‘Evaporate’, sedated and hushed, is a secret confession and ode to resolution, albeit, fatally, only a temporary one: "Take some form / Later on when I can do this / When we can do this / Together".


Behind the album’s make-up is a stage of dubwise disorientations evoking in-between states of the everyday. ‘Swing’ and ‘Closer’ are woozy and dreamlike, their voices summoning ghosts of fortunes past while ‘Exhaust’ finds an aperture in our protagonist’s daydream-dérive. A perilous foreshadowing of the incantatory ‘Choir Chant’, whose spell pacifies her inquisition, submerging both self and feeling into the deep blue sea.


A swing in a park

A car on the street

Sitting on a beach

Standing on sleet


Fragments

Recollect

Reprocess

Refeel


Start, stop

Slide, slip


Vanish

Sewer Election - (2008) Kassettmusik CD

 


iDEAL Recordings – iDEAL058

"Originally released as two private edition cassettes and then reworked for a CD release on iDEAL in 2008, Kassettmusik still stands out as one of Dan Johanssons' most confounding and bold moments. Upon its release, the extremely minimal and restrained approach on the recording took a quite unexpected turn compared to the brutish harsh noise and 'Killing For' endeavours Sewer Election was known for at the time. Crude cassette loops of sparse electronics and body sounds with the fidelity of the disintegrated magnetic tape becoming an important piece of the composition." 

Sewer Election - (2020) Unwilling Nature CS

 

Malign Editions – 001


Spitboy - (2021) Body Of Work 2xLP

 


Don Giovanni Records – DG-218

Spitboy blazed trails for feminist musicians in the San Francisco Bay Area and beyond during their brief but impactful life, touring the United States, Europe, Australia, New Zealand, and Japan. Releasing records on labels such as Ebullition, Allied Recordings, and Bay Area punk institution Lookout Records, they stood solitarily against what, at the time, was an almost entirely male-dominated sub culture of punk and hardcore. Formed in response to the homogenized masculinity of the late 1980's and early 1990s scene, their brash and abrasive style of music was paired equally with their confrontational live shows, and unwillingness to tolerate preconceived gender roles and social norms within the punk scene, and American society at large.

Body/Dilloway/Head - (2021) ST LP

 

Three Lobed Recordings – TLR-135

Aaron Dilloway operates as a solo artist, but collaborates ceaselessly, whether as a former member of Wolf Eyes or in innumerable other contexts. Body/Head is the duo of Kim Gordon and Bill Nace. Nace has charted an iconoclastic trajectory as a freewheeling improviser and composer on his own and in group settings. Gordon, best known as a member of Sonic Youth, was always active outside that band during its existence and continues to expand her tireless horizons since its dissolution.

To put it plain, on Body/Dilloway/Head there are guitars and vocals and magnetic tape and amplification. These elements interact with the aid of effects machines. But the technical aspects of how it was crafted matter not a whit. Plus, any attempt to describe the nature of this particular collaboration is fraught. It’s impossible to say where lines might get drawn, because there simply aren’t any. Even the boundaries between processing and playing are erased. Every time it sounds like Aaron Dilloway processing Body/Head, you blink or turn your head and it sounds like Body/Head playing Aaron Dilloway. You can sift back through the tributaries of this formidable collective discography and be just as flummoxed. The similarities and the distinctions are endless. It’s impossible to tell where one stops and the other starts.

The shifts in the pieces can seem to come out of nowhere. Over and over one gets the sense that the music is trying to wake itself from a dream. Gordon and Nace’s guitars churn against Dilloway’s serpentine loops and squealing treatments. The components entwine like brambles, crawling and building, moving even when seeming to rest.

It starts with a low hum and some garbled murmurings. Birth should have been like that, you might find yourself thinking. It threatens to start. It halts. It holds. It hovers. It lurches. Dilloway’s hand looms large, and after a while, the familiar pulse of Nace and Gordon’s guitars enters, and as soon as you start to orient yourself, you’re lost again. The atmospheres melt into one another. The piece arcs slowly. Plateaus and vistas. This is the side-long lead-off, “Body/Erase.”

Flip the record over.

“Goin’ Down” is almost plaintive in feel, yet mathematical in structure. There’s something about the way it occurs in time. There’s a place somewhere in the brain (mine, at least) where the wide open vistas of desert highways and the compulsive interior pressure of insomniac experience meet and twirl and dance and laugh and shudder. It’s exhausting and exhilarating, familiar and strange, terrifying and comforting, but it’s the only place I’ve ever been that seems like a deity might be nearby, so it’s cool to find a track that evokes that.

“Secret Cuts” starts off like a sentient machine breathing heavily in the summer heat, and then begins to subsume itself many times over. Fragments of Gordon’s vocals flutter in and out, traversing blurred clouds. Amp noise gurgles. Guitar loops stutter. The piece builds to a shimmering mirage, then nose-dives into still black waters and shorts out like a downed power line. If disquieting drama appeals to you, the notion has perhaps here reached its sonic peak.

One of this music’s many pleasures is the inability to identify specific emotions within it, despite the undeniable emotional responses it elicits. These are memories of moods, nascent feelings we haven’t grown into yet. This record is as disorienting a listening experience as you’re likely to encounter these days, and in a world this fucked up, that’s really saying something. Handle with care.

Gabriella Isaac & James Fella - (2021) CCTK Music LP

 


Gilgongo Records – GGGR-122

CCTK Music combines Gabriella Isaac's exploitative use of laptop as feedback loop / sound source / physical device and James Fella's electro-acoustic / tape as instrument approach. The duo incorporates each other's material in real time (on Side A), cutting the content onto 6 singles-sided reference lacquers. The lacquers were used to assemble a collage in a performance setting in late 2019, and again in a studio setting for Side B. The result is a record that is both scathing but at times harmonious, scattered, and dense but with enough air for the individual contributions to still have room to breathe. Mastered by John Wiese.

Meitei - (2020) Kofū / 古風

 


Kitchen. Label – 28

It began with ‘Kwaidan’, a simmering study on the lost art of Japanese ghost story-telling. Then there was ‘Komachi’, baptized in the earthly winds and static that define its comforting sonics.

On ‘Kofū’, Meitei masterfully closes his trilogy of lost Japanese moods with an engaging interrogation of artforms and aesthetics as a provocation — or, as fashioned in the album’s subtitle, a “satire of old Japanese aesthetics”. Each entry’s distinct flavour has earned Meitei acclaim for conjuring a bygone culture through his transportive form of ambient music. ‘Kofū’ arrives as a deconstruction of this approach. His first release with KITCHEN. LABEL, Meitei has quietly defied expectations set by his previous two albums, while continuing to challenge modern notions of Japanese sounds.

Once again, Meitei resumes his focus on a Japan that has long ceased to be. This time, ‘Kofū’ is deliberately playful in bridging a sensibility that connects this imagined past to the present. Fractured piano chords are the first to greet you on ‘Kintsugi’ before they make way for a spectral elegance that parades the haunted mask of Kwaidan on ‘Man'yō’.

But like an ambient soothsayer schooled in the art of the 808s, Meitei quickly drives ‘Kofū’ with propulsion on ‘Oiran I’, which shares a sibling in Side B track ‘Oiran II’. On both songs, he builds tension served up by flickering hip-hop rhythms — achieved by carefully processing old drum and metal sounds — with a subversive spirit unforeseen in any of his work thus far. Dissecting vocal recordings to the point of incomprehensibility, Meitei aims for something stirring beyond- words — not unlike J Dilla and his mountain of cut-up soul samples, or The Caretaker with decaying 78s. He abides by a principle attributed to the master Hayao Miyazaki: “Beyond logic speaks of human nature”.

‘Kofū’ allows full immersion into fragments of the past without the trappings of nostalgia. The tracklist is denoted by prominent (and unseen) figures of this history. Tracks ‘Sadayakko’ and ‘Otojirō’ are named after renowned entertainers from the Meiji era, while ‘Nyōbō’ is dedicated to a long-suffering line of working class women within a patriarchal Japanese society. The sounds of ‘Oiran’, sharing the name of the title bestowed upon courtesans, were sparked after learning about the treatment of red light district workers within this era. It paints a grim picture of baidoku (also known as syphilis) and its ravage spread.

These stories cloud the overall mood of ‘Kofū’, but Meitei takes a Mizoguchi-like approach to mould that unimaginable pain with tenderness. ‘Oiran I’’s hidden subtitle is Hana, and ‘Oiran II’ is Shiokaze. As Meitei explains, “Hana means gorgeous and glorious. Shiokaze is the sea breeze — for her life.” Tracks like ‘Urameshi-ya’ and ‘Gen'ei’ provide a meditative space amidst the turbulence, while ‘Shōnen’ takes a turn for the cinematic. The eight-minute odyssey is engulfed by shadowy voice loops, mixed best for a headphone experience in a solitary setting.

Meitei bids farewell to an expedition first sparked by a passion for a long-forgotten cultural past. ‘Kofū’ is a definitive conclusion with an open invitation to listeners from Japan and beyond — encouraging continued appreciation of this sacred part of history, wholly untethered from the world at large.

Available on limited edition LP and CD including 16-page inserts with words in Japanese and English from Meitei and design by KITCHEN. LABEL founder Ricks Ang. This record is mastered by Chihei Hatakeyama in Tokyo, Japan.