Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Team Brick - Alogon



This epic is the kind of recording you’d expect from those heady prog days when songs fitted snugly on whole sides of vinyl rather than 2009… An indulgent hopscotch that’s in a league of its own, the tunes skip from loosely constructed frames of reference to more randomised, improvised constructs. The tracks seem to blur into one, a filmic escapade, as if a score for some autistic ballet. In places, brass elements give the album a distinct English tint, at one point the horns sound like a Trumpton cheer of plump policemen bobbing in unison…in others, fleeting glimpses of Penguin Café style strings can be found working their nostalgic magic from beneath.

The album’s action packed, with a scene that’s never complacent. Wilting signatures serve to tease you, jut against your expectations as they veer off in countless different trajectories, making you breathe in Alogon’s anatomy… Savour its keyboard skittles, screamed mania, aching drones and butchered jazz as much as the mellower perspectives.

I think, maybe there's a mathematical logic behind all this, the title and a few lyrics hint as much…. Division and symmetry… an order vs. chaos thing... but I’m not pinning this beauty to the wall in post whatever’s, I’m just happy to soak up those clanking chandeliers and sequined spine-lines as classical training mixes with a rebellious spirit to reveal a unique album that will hold it’s own long after ephemeral trends dissipate.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

All hail the Throbbing Gristle

Sunday 21st June 2009 - The Heaven Club, London





I was wondering when they were gonna start, all that campy music was far too happy for my liking, a sea of shiny heads bobbing up and down. This cut out as some mad piano death crept into the mix, closely followed by some harsh electro plate fancies, then the p.a switched back to the pink n fluffy stuff… The room was suddenly full of bodies, a beefy bloke inscribed with every conceivable esoteric icon pushed in front of DJ Baz… The security guard looked bored out of his mind, and yawned to prove it… then the profile of Chris Carter sheepishly stepped out, with the rest following on his lab coat tails… the crowd was a blaze with cameras… Gen looked a mess; his left tit trying to pop out of his hippy top… those modified lips have left him with a fixed sneer; I imagined how he would have looked without the surgery.





A massive sound ensued, excess skin rippling as the recognition of ‘Very Friendly’ broke through the cheering – this was a catalogue of blood thirsty scarring and pumping percussion, Gen’s voice was slicing, a sick dispassion mixed with sustained violence. Iannnn Braaaady Myra Hindleyyyy was dalekkkkkkkkked in luxurious curls as the tale was re-told, lingering on the unpleasant with relish, I turned around to Giles and he mouthed ‘Fucking Brilliant’ I laughed a reply… my nostrils were vibrating so much, they bloody hurt…

Hot on the heels came ‘Convincing people’ which proved to be as topical as ever…Gen hadn’t lost his bite, claiming the city of London is filled with liars and adding Mr Brown could suck his cock… Two songs in, this was like a TG greatest hits!!! And I was loving every minute.



An improvised number followed, instigated by Cosey, whose guitar sounds were akin to a demolition site…Gen followed the dust clouds with some violin abuse, using two bows at one point, but Chris n Peter at the back were making so much racket that it was completely drowned out.





My personal TG favourite ‘Hamburger Lady’ also got an airing, it was really loose, the redux somehow creepier than the original, as queasy half vomiting swirls were broken by slopped grease splashes from the electronics, some people in front were discoing on down to the vibe. Gen’s vox was a cold machined burr, hospital bleeps echoed across kazoo disintegrations, an audio BBQ of burnt skin and exposed organs… Wow!

‘These songs are about ordinary people… like you… think about that’, said Gen as he goaded the audience into clapping harder…

For all those doubters, the musick still comes across as essential, askew with ugly circuits, disjointed colours and sleazy semi-tones, not a sniff of complacency in sight, when the beats arrived they were overwhelming, a pornucopia of crashing perspectives… a few Coil aura’s inevitably lingered in the mix, but this is the Gristle sound through modern wares, not some pale historical impression.

What a Day – was incredible … a thumping anthem to boredom, a virus breaking through the crowd in nodding appreciation, The tattooed bloke was in bliss, all arms raised and bobbing flesh as Gen pranced about the stage shouting his head off, mounting the speakers shouting some more…

There were weak clinks in the armoury though, ‘Almost a Kiss’ failed to ignite and that ‘Afghanistan’ song left me feeling it was too obvious to feed any underlying intent, although the vocal pile-ups were entertaining…

The jewel of the night was definitely Discipline though, made for a magnificent finale… that paramilitary scuffle was blinding, the crowd went nuts for it..


DJ Baz mid spasm

Potential fights ssstarted to break out, black jackets converging on the hotspots, but the aggro just dissipated into the jumping bodies. I was too busy shaking my stuff to see Gen rubbing his breasts with his microphone or stabbing it from between his legs all mock penis…but surfaced just in time to catch Peter attacking the speaker with some new palm-held toy,



Gen shouting, spitting, cursing, screaming out the syllables until it was all incoherent spittle… burning it all up, white hot, a complete contrast to their latest release of sofa friendly ambience. The TG enigma continues…

Monday, June 22, 2009

TG



Finally got to see them, well worth the wait…
words and blurry impressions forth coming…

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Gareth and Jess , Ice Bird Spiral and Burial Hex

Thurday 18th June at the Croft, Bristol.





That buzzing tower of amp-age shook my ear plugs clean out, some serious decibel misuse was a foot, The New Big Naturals, provisionally called Gareth and Jess ( or were they called The Banking Elite???), rocked a hard nailed rock/doom fusion, a flesh shaking scene with incendiary edgings fizzing out on quaking slammed skins… Scorching stuff, the girls in front of me were jerking their stuff, making me regret my recent haircut... this music really needed lengthy strands of appreciation flying wild. Joe was in his element… Kek disappeared into the darkness and Yatesbury Paul (an enigma to himself) was snoozing in the corner as I moved closer to the action… The floor was literally jumping, curled around copious amounts of biting feedback… the set ended, with Gareth slamming the bass into the amp and churning the results with his myriad of fx units… a showdown of candid loop-ology and squealing circuits… A Burroughs cut-up cackling at our limpit faces. This band came with a 100% satisfaction guarantee - brilliant stuff!







Adhesive Dan of Merge in Movement was recruited as IBS roadie extra, having wanted to check our live incarnation out for some time; he’s a talented musician who’ll be featuring on some new tracks we're concocting, but tonight he was on video duty… he was responsible for that lovely u-tubed IBS frottage in the previous posts… top geezer…



Our show turned out to be pretty mental, Yatesbury Paul’s inlay card was the inspiration or shrine, a Madonna of wire hair and ivory, a smidgen of his latest recording finding it’s way into the show. I’m happy that I finally got the violin in on the action… sounded like the death throes of some barnacled leviathan... Also, a few jousting moments between Kek and I materialised... it was demonic rutting season after all… The Croft’s resident soundman did a fabulous job of keeping our feedback soup in check, hats off to yr man.





The best was definitely saved till last though; with Burial Hex living up to his moniker, big stylee… like an unwritten horror score, etched in seismic friction and deep-wrought grumbles, the music seemed to flow straight from the edge of some gaping chasm - no joke! The keyboard work was exquisite, dripping in dread, accompanied by a vox that seemed to linger in the realm of the possessed, claiming the darkness surrounding us in a eerie majesty. As the set developed, the sound swung in favour of power-electronics, but never lost that neo-occultist vibe…as he gouged out a staggered coda convulsion of scream and recoiled flash…At this point, I was lost in the dynamics, taking automatic pics mid-sway- a few make the grade… I really didn’t want this to end…







Friday, June 19, 2009

Husk Hedz

A full Inquiry to follow... meanwhile a few movies...





kzzzzyttttttttttt

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Ice Bird Spiral are Crofting...



We’ll be falling down that spiral staircase again. Hope you can join us, so we can drag a few corpses through your mind... i'm really looking forward to seeing Burial Hex pull that petrified forest out of his battered suitcase one more time...

Aethenor and Tom Bugs

Monday 15th June - The Croft, Bristol compiled by Denim and Leather



Tom Bugs doesn’t do many shows so this rare outing was a treat… a showcase of sorts for his hand-built devices – the set was a buzz in curio shapes and old style radio-phonic slivers…



…his suitcase was a musical twister of input/output jacks to which he added or deducted from… changing, abstracting, deflecting, as he brewed up a loose and improvised vocab of filtered squelches, squeaks and pops; a myriad of pitch bent directions and pulsating tramways.

A guitar was in there somewhere, the blue light of the e-bow on pick-ups… also a few death-nailed chords were suitably machine mutated… angry scars and sherbert dipped zithers. The guy was a marvel.







Aethenor were dark n broody, lots of tinny metal from the drum department, puncturing those huge key based drones, O’Malley guitar filtering the highlights and a bearded dude supplying tasty lap-topped / Mini KP burrs. Heavy sounds as the joss sticks’ smoke curled round the amps, not quite as doomy as I was expecting, but still shifting the darkness in satisfying amounts … they saved the best till last though, with an encore that was a blinding explosion of sinew and cracking shrapnel - promoting the best in body convulsions…

Friday, June 12, 2009

Bring me a head full of expletives



This is killer, and I’d expect nothing less from the deathbombarc camp…

Sunday, June 07, 2009

Opéra Mort - Le Tour De L'Oubli



The hi-energy beats of the opener take you by surprise, then the lazer stabbed centre spawns a hag vox, a scary cob-webbed void, pure pensioner hex, giving you the willies and bleached-skull greyness…From this point on, you know this disc is gonna be blessed with a satisfaction guarantee…

Suitably backed in a nest of vipers, all sibilant churn and chopped repetition, this evil-eye knitted sway of lupin sickness bristles like a heavy Auerbach canvas, full of gooey goodness and snarling cyber-animal, a perfect sieve for that rotten cherub overspill and drunken psychosis to slip through.

For the most part, the track’s leak a Mario Bava waxiness and blackened menace, the vox like a Jonas Brothers belch of half chewed wasp and fizzy soda – an inverted Disney, where smiles are biro-ed out or gleefully misshapen…

El-g and Jo Tanz make an impressive duo…with J. Laux of Slicing Grandad and Tazartes lending a hand on a few tracks…The first, a wolf breathe entangled circuit horror, the other, Algerian furr-balls disintegrating on drained batteries, there’s even a brief homage to 80’s synth-phonics…but most of all, this album leaves you hungry for more…

The highest of recommendations…