Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Thumbprint robins

The best of festive times to yr all…



This is something littlest cloudboy did at school… must say it blew my seasonal effort completely out of the water...

…the birds even appear to be walking backwards.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Kassette Kulture 24# - Grasshopper/Twisty Cat Split

Glowing lime green this cassette release is split between two relative new comers (for me at least) to the NYC noise/experimental scene, Grasshopper and Twisty Cat



The Grasshopper side is a live sculpture of quavering tones, slippery synthetics bleeding towards caustic futures... drones that vibrate like the internal ambience of a speeding car with all the windows down, whilst others come across like a ballerina boxed cologne full of beautifully homicidal shadings, wet dream space rituals and grieving requiem. Orchestrated drones that seem to abandon pastoral paths in favour of mainlining an astral vastness, splintering into satisfying machine scream-e-delics.

The flip side immediately grabs you, a sublime ghosting, all mournful foreboding... A wavering horror shot through with shaking larynx, raspy blows and suitably warped melody. Lighter jazz flurries follow, livened up by a drum n cymbal clatter, the sax mulling it over into overblown disarray, a jumbled meltdown... then distraught alto sax/clarinet breaths bloat outward on an oscillating tide of worming distortion...

Abandon ship certainly seem to be channelling some interesting energies...

Sunday, December 13, 2009

through the bell jar



dropping slowly...



like the...



preverbal penny

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Sonic Sanctuary - Sunn o))) and BJ Nilsen

Wednesday 9th Dec - The Trinity, Bristol



Well this took the notion of performing to new conceptual levels...the support BJ Nilsen mysteriously absent, his creation just played though the pa... an assault on the ears ...Stormy weather, full of massive 'jump out of your skin' scary thunder claps and sheet glass rain that descended into central line oblivion... all the while, dry ice filled the place j.ripper stylee, the hiss adding to the unholy dynamics... Would love to see this released in some form or other...





Giving us a live rendition of their latest release Monoliths & Dimensions, Sunn 0))) were all robed up with Stebmo's keyboardist elected to supply the Korg quake and trombone howlers... The ampage around him was so ridiculously over the top, O'malley and Greg had to merely brush their frets to produce a crevasse torn and bleeding earth. The type of noise that made your clothes vibrate round your skin, sick tremors that ripped right through yer.





Completing the picture was Attila Csihar (well it sounded like him) giving out the pitch-black vowel action, the ferocity of which more than matched the power of the mangled fuzz that was being wrought behind him, accompanied by lashings of occultist posturing. Half way through, he switched his robes for a motley, 'statue of liberty' garb, his face caked in shrunken plastic , a matrix of red lasers flowing out of his fingertips...







the beams distorting through a cosseted glass head ... thrown like pox blotches onto his spiky crown. The microphone sucked into the rotten hole of his mouth, as plunging chimes were fed through the blender... everything glowed volcanic... crimson tides darted through the audience...... these boys knew a thing or two about showmanship... As end of year gigs go, this was up there with last year's Damo Suzuki...

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Best gig of the noughties



Too many are still swimming round my head... but the one that sticks in my mind would have to be the Persistence is All show Coil put on back in 2000 at the Royal Festering Hall... strait jackets, swinging light bulbs and front row epilepsy ... not to mention the blinding rendition of Blood From The Air

THE BEST 12.50 I'VE EVER SPENT!!!

Tuesday, December 08, 2009

Twig - Dsic



Twig, sees eight freshly minted tracks from Bristol’s Dsic – unlike the recent p45 there's no titles for any of the damaged architectures found inside, but your imagination isn't left wanting.

Track one is like typewritten Braille squashed into soggy paper… a pocket fumbling, harsh processor giving out to a daffy duck mouthwash of mouse traps, zapping round in a cylinder driven scramble. Eggshell irritations enveloping into hail stoned latex that's all tinny Samurai chimp and nasty virus nibbles.

The circuit shrubbery of track two is like tiny Morse mice learning to play xylophones.... an itchy trawl of short-waving snips n echoes bubbling over, producing a nice zen-like emptiness as it all feeds into a meditative bird croup.

There's a whiff of lab coats in the next track, with its TG ‘Weapons training’ dialogue… multi tracked jabber, caked in low key static/glitch. An SPK cum sandwich in a spooky loop airport, the information autocue scootering on underneath the metallic asphyxiation.

Four is processed voice and radio tunings, decorated in a fairground tingle. Scraping, mangled organs popping their gears and venting a hobo crumbled spray... powerful stuff full of indecisive grace.

The pain factor is high on the next track, piercing your lugholes in a scurry of data churn, hatchet spin cycles boiling away as brittle shapes are tattooed in washes of atonal colour... nightmare of fiendish calm and insistent chatter… I imagine implanting 'bonus grabbing' bankers with this, losing myself in the whites of their tortured eyes…

Track six is incredibly subtle, atmospheres that fall like smears of consciousness...palm held mirrors, giving out hypno-globin chills and vacuum packed martini glints, where as seven is a backward drum n bass cobbling, that the brain tries to decipher... a queasi-lingus of radiating outers gathered inward. An artificial dance of inside outs.

The final track is tap dancing starlight and electric toothbrush drone... a menacing bassy vibe coupled with a sinister patter that squints out pure film noir... hinting at new directions for the Dsic sound world...

Saturday, December 05, 2009

found sounds



...mantras to ward off r'n'b slush puppies, plastic prophets and all other blights on consciousness... more over at found sound

Wednesday, December 02, 2009



it's a swine-flu house, cloudboy jr has a temp of 39.6 we've turned the heating off...

Friday, November 20, 2009

Cut up golden age


in bleak jawed duplication

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Sonic Sanctuary - Noise Night - Rajinder, Family Battlesnake and Hair Police

Sunday 15th November - The Croft, Bristol

rajinder

rajinder

Rajinder was almost impossible to pin down, the man was a blaze of cut n paste directions, dealing out shards of kitten claws and bubbly statics ... Utterly lovely cattle-trough drumming and hammered chime, the odd sickly fx tangle coupled with some amusing off stage outbreaks… all stapled together with lashings of skull diving riffage.... Northampton beware.

rajinder

rajinder

Family Battlesnake

The one man Family Battle Snake was all rich electronic gravy... a warm landscape full of duelling textures swarming beneath medicating signatures. Gaseous vents and wallpaper peel, the speakers all sway-bladed summers, and the leaky fluid of memory.

Hair Police

Hair Police

The Hair Police excelled, starting out with a noxious hamburger lady hangover, smarting from its rheumatic joints... then body launched thrash missiles. Mike Connelly's vox slipping from horrid gargle to groping chasm. As he mangled his guitar, drums and noise salvos exploded all around, falling back into more obsidian waters. The drummer making his skins all sick elastic, the noise-ster to the left covering it in blue lit fly execution, broken piping and dentist drill chills. Then just as the queasy jumble was slipping pleasurably between the ears it was straight back into 100 percent hardcore fuckery that reduced Connelly's guitar to three strings… brain splattering momentums that were as lean as a razor hipped super model choking on salad ... I practically threw myself at the merch stall...

Hair Police

Hair Police

Hair Police

Friday, November 13, 2009

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Kassette Kulture # 23 - Reverse Mouth - Rich Skim



In contrast to the quake of the recent self released Brussels / Tienen C20 live document, this twenty minute offering over at Scumbag Relations seduces you in tinged twilights and charred totem. The first side smoulders slowly in a corrosive finger buffet of Lilith coronas, an Organum buzz trembling out splinters of tune… leaving your skull itchy and luminous … Side two, mysteriously entitled 'The Diamond See' is filled with scar tissue, a fretwork conversation of puckered metal, scraping out sandpaper histories and a screeching psychopathie. Hammered echoes that seem to limp grotesquely towards a shrinking aperture… there’s no denying Reverse Mouth’s private topography is stronger than ever.

The Unholy Trinity



don't miss this, it's gonna be fucking ace...

Scottish Trip































Pretty fly

Friday, November 06, 2009

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...

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

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.

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Solar Flares



burnin' tree houses on acetate altars

Monday, November 02, 2009

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.