Monday, November 28, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
Brussels babe gets jiggy with her special blend of skitty shivers... My French is dire (or should that be Flemish) so I’m probably missing out on the banter side of things but this is so catchy it doesn’t really matter… The rest of this excellent EP (le sens des valeurs) can be found over at FMA
Sunday, November 06, 2011
This lushly packaged release from Joinedbywire, gives a pleasant Nagasaki shake to the speakers. Textural towers of junkshopped machine give out a pure concrete satisfaction of jittering geriatric rivet and other broken automata. But it's not jumping into the deep end too quickly, things are allowed to develop gradually, built up on the dust of insectal aluminium and spazzed circuits... paraphernalia piling until it’s a mechanised tumour pushing through skin with parasitic life. A mangle of malfunction, snapping hungrily or scurrying through your cranium with nervous energies, the magnetized haze, a myriad of loose mouthed spurs.
Tracks bleeding into each other, constantly paring themselves back into an oasis of bruised ambience… twilight reflections peppered in field recordings of overlapping dirge and velveteen reek, revealing secret pockets of Viennese chimes that clank with an unnatural aura between your ears. The last track Drym Lane Atomball stretches leisurely. A threadbare pianola, revolving on the circumference of some oscillating tardis thread, mutating into a mechanoid Windy and Carl. Dronic sails battered by nano-crunch, whirring glass and blasting furnace …this is so goddamn beautiful ,it's as if you could glimpse the scope of the universe in its grainy collisions... that neo primitive machine vocab, blowing out into the hissy ferrics of actual human conversation... something that definitely seems a possible seed behind this album's creation…
Wednesday, November 02, 2011
It was like glass flying past my ears… catching instrument reflections; fragments within… Those guitars embossing rich shapes, tangles of crayoned majesty … the noise was incredible, satisfying, full of raw claws … that clarinet slaughter smearing… vocals eaten by delay… can’t believe it’s taken me this long to catch Bardo Pond live, but that rich sandpapery vibe was well worth the wait…
Right from the start out Circle were on a full-on Hawkwind homage… plying plenty of explosive riffology, rocking out the feel good energy in glittery spandex and studded metal … Mika Ratto giving out a real show of Norseman fist. Coming across like a Finnish Freddy Mercury strutting the stage part ringmaster/part rock cliché Lenin… adding vocal syrups and keyboard lightning , stirring up the soup, yodelling all shamanic into the mic… They diverted into some artsy DNA crawl of guitar strings and collapsing tempos, but the rhythmic highway was never that far away as they tore it up again and again in heady psycho nautical directions, slapping that well worn counter of rock/metal with fresh meat… One of the best croft gigs of 2011...