Thursday, November 27, 2008

Dsic - Ambiences Vol.1



I’m wandering about town with this on the headphones… people crowding my field of vision… a horizon of exploding heads, out of which curl mechanical insects welding torches and mouth calipers…

That girl’s hair is creeping up her nose and out of her ears, making bows over each eye; she’s vomiting flowers to Rick Astley…

The wet floor’s an illusion as I step round the bodies outside Maccy D’s eating their own fingers, crunching gristle; bone splintering in the voodoo piercings around their mouths.

Cartoonish visions split reality like brittle sellotape, a high pitched ambulance made of breaded static peppers the perfume posters... scrapings of perspex chewing gum … it’s raining… bent keys to muted electric shavers playing futile dot to dot --- blinking in unholy unison - everything goes strobey, like early 20’s cinema or a kiddies flicker book…

oooh eeeeeerie edgings, red hair and tomb flesh, the litter has magical properties and so does the bent reflections of the shop windows….neon blunders splatter iris… coffee sickness in lines of frazzled silhouettes weave in and out of my eyes …burning burning - I shut them tight… this decayed noise is lovely and waspy like condensed chatter

then track seven rumbles in like Hell’s boiler, whilst squiggly fireworks and plastic cups are caught in the dance… that busker plays a rusted hinge… like a rash-run skin, curling a serrated fork then a cool ambient climb down, straight back into reality…

not your usual Eno-esque definition of ambience and all the better for it… sick drones are rumoured to be next on the agenda…

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Oneohtrix Point Never - A Pact Between Strangers



Oh man, A Pact Between Strangers is immense - a cathedral of slipping harmonies and infinite spiralling tongues - DNA for closed eyes. Three tracks levering you into a space between - iris/isis totem coloured trips – impressionist keyboards of the highest order...

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Towny Teeth



cloudboy junior goes wild with the crayons...

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Infinity Window



some tasty old stylee synth cakes are a baking...

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Kassette Kulture #17 - Do Tell – Sewn to the Current





This double tape release from Housecraft is an 80 minute travelogue of radiating silvers and sepia spans curling over in zig zags of broken coronas. The way the field- recordings blur into the instruments is just lovely, those clippings of metallic toenails falling into a pot of electro-plated riffs and croaky radio dialogue, as if it was perfectly natural. All those strange concoctions, coming across like diarist snapshots with feathered edging… bird noises, half perceived radio murmurings and tranquil drone, shifting its weight as if getting more comfortable… when the guitar breaks from those dronic clasps you’re filled with that Durutti Column type melting euphoria…

Everything here has a real arcane atmosphere, a dusty yesteryear valour sitting rather well with that 40’s Kodamatic nostalgia of the artwork. The tracks on the first two sides are full of the half remembered, the fading lights of a seemingly endless array of reddened twilights, where pressed flowers still hold the scent of summers now trodden back into the tarmac. Nothing is hurried; everything breathes a relaxed air, floating on its own echoed reflections… Then, the hue turns slightly industrial, serpent-like sibilance on a dampened beat or tramline sonics thrown round a repeated piano trawl, full of sparky Christmas frosting… Later, hammered cords make metal quills, caught in the flow of exquisite calligraphics.

Side three continues the industrial feel, a machinery frottage oozing a sombre light, intermittent narration and echo bird squawk to drunken piano falling between the cracks. Stepped guitar vs. effect hinges, feeding the scene in introspection, allowing small details to flourish and die. The reflective calm later scavenged by shifting wooden trolleys and short hand mechanics… the individual nature of each track blurring into the next as if one continuous mix… a repeated guitar ambles over itchy moth wings, then chopped up into intakes of breath, fed to a distant chirping…. Clanking metal and shovel sweeped concrete, a twang dribbled over to piano, as the branches fill out with pastoral shadings reminiscent of Virginia Astley soundcapes…

The live stuff on the last side proves Do Tell is more than just a studio bound trickster, as he seamlessly blends samples across rhythms like sky messages written in dust, or becomes as transitory as Bogart smoke caught in the pool table’s light, all strung over a slowly dilated drone… I can’t recommend this release enough.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Placenta Popeye/Reverse Mouth - Baby Blues Kids Split 7inch



Think this is the very first vinyl adventure for Tanzprocesz (allied with Phase! and Absurd), and what a beauty it is.

Side one plunges you straight in, with a wicked bass driven churn from the Placenta boys. I recommend you spinning this one at a solemn 33 rather than the stated 45rpm, gives the tune an extra nauseous-ness, almost like it was continually falling off the edge of the world. Oh, this is a superb slice of Popeye action, even if some of those mad cubist shapes of previous releases have been smoothed off in favour of a slow and sinister choke of black tulip blooms. Further guitar action crawls its underbelly - all hooked fingers and twitchy knuckle skin to a moaning vox riding a top, giving out sour vibrations, then everything slams into a wall, crumbled innards forced into the brickwork …as if a boot had just crushed a cockroach.

The flip from Reverse Mouth is stranger still, a guitar/effect pinball intertwined with some really bizarre Japanese yo-yo vox. Coming across like a rip-cord dolly, bouncing along a 'see-saw' blues, full of scissor edges and bendy guitar stubs… Really mental stuff that literally hijacks your head with its crazy logic…