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 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.



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 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.