Kommisar Hjuler and Mama Baer @ Colour Out of Space

Vocal meltdown of 80's klassic 'The Lion Sleeps Tonight', the whole set can be found here...

Kassette Kulture #22 - Nuslux - Saison

Hailing from Helsinki, Finland, Nuslux (Roope Eronen) has been involved with many luminaries from the Finnish scene like Pylon, Avarus etc. releasing stuff on homeland Lal Lal Lal and the Belgium stable of European insanity Ultra Eczema. For this solo venture though, homemade electronics seem to be the order of the day, mutant keyboards that get you all nostalgic for the early days of computer gaming.

The A side is all pixelated jangle, 80’s arcade style... 64k rabbit droppings, treble tin and cuteness, with lurid colourations. Melodies for freckled robots and technicolor ladders as you gobble down bonus scores or suffer the death-march of game over. Mid section, the effects are stubble brooms scraping tiles, pursued by Tron pulsars and bouncy abstracts that seem to snag a brief Renaldo and the Loaf homage before close of play.

Side B starts all hyper sped rasterizing, getting lazy, fading into a ‘Whack the Frog’ chorus - comedy elastic of springy tinsel glints. Accordion leg erasers flowing out on a mind control hypo-flex.

Juicy acid-tinged toon-tastic fun.

Solar Flares

burnin' tree houses on acetate altars

Solar Flares, Joey Chainsaw, Mountains of Jesus, Z+, Squeeze me Macaroni, BambiKill, Team Brick

31st of October - in da basement somewhere in Bristol








...I'm completely in awe of this place, the basement is like a extension of Joey's sketchbooks... every inch of it covered with starry spiders and inky shapes squirting out of the lumpy brickwork, shots of pumpkin light illuminating grins... up in the kitchen it was tea and Futurama, I'm wearing my Halloween face inside out, it has a sicker prosthetic sheen that way.






First up Rajinder and Charlie were hunched over in serious guitar surgery, brewing up a raggedy man full of rusted hinges and blazing paper lanterns...there was some incredible communication going on as scratchy seismographs moved into evermore tortured shapes, their huge vibrations crashing the camcorder and splashing fossilised colour.





Joey's set was fleeting but burnt skull bright as a ghoulish vox mixed with concrete crows picking at uneven tarmac, a haunted barometer boil... filling his mouth with the mic getting straight to the marrow, massive boots rooting him to the ground his vibe suspending time as empty windows played out reverse histories in graphite scrawl .



Mountains of Jesus were born from the tiniest of sounds, echoed strings and trumpet husk but really working themselves up into a sonic hive of contact mic(ed) mayhem and one word shrieks...



both conjoined at the hip, descending into a Siamese twinnage of destruction... a violin tinted repose closing the set... I wonder how many Jesus' make a mountain?



Z+ bled pure twilight...beauty is only beauty when it's nailed to the floor... the two guitars and cello breaking out of that quiet resignation to throw out angry fists... I must grab a copy of that cdr of theirs from Bumtapes.




Loved Squeeze me Macaroni 's pristine chords - weeping a loom of sorrow, beauty strung loopage and waltzing dust... vaporous vocals corkscrewed in oppressive rotation...



here's a clip of her in more angsty mode back in july...







BambiKill's amber caught fairies were lush, her vox raising like time-lapsed clouds between the tilted loopage... guitar churnings finding their centre, then expanding in heady architectures, like a lake of tea-lights blinking across the darkness...





TeamBrick provided the finale - evil vox and guitar numbness, slowly curdling into a mangled melt down of chaotic directions --- falling into some blindingly tight drum work --- take/ take /take/ more /more/ more - Lightning Bolt paragraphs ending just there, as Autumn was cast into the flames for another year.

HellRatz

Weekend Randoms

Zodiac Toys - Galaxy High

There’s certainly no messing about on this soon to be released tape from Joey Chainsaw and Hoist Ghost, as you’re instantly plunged into a churn-bucket of sonic bladed Suicide repetition. A symphony of manic, dot matrix printers recorded through a battered cassette deck, the horizon filled up with Casio fuzzed / gtr alarm. Emergency signatures stuck together with gluey fingers. Ivory stabs hit across the solid note pulse. Sprawling out like some spiky mutation, all that treble making you dizzy… The spectrum, a deliciously dirty lo-fi as strung out illuminations blink from underneath the chafe.

The second track is more mystical sustain, easy on the sonic teeth. Like Emeralds but more fucked, ploughing a physical T.Dream gateway, a tickled nirvana of cracked light and drooping sunsets. Like a rough cut soundtrack of cranky bed sprung spirals, a slower tempo full of decaying pear drops and flat line trajectories, vacuumed up and spewed out -A John Carpenter-esque travelogue for an unwritten chase scene, all cut-up and biro-ed over. - Zodiac Toys are a misshapen joy.

Dig those gravy shapes

Nurse with Wound - Bottom Feeder