Sunday, April 29, 2012

Blanche Blanche Blanche / Bruce Hart Split C60



2wice 2wins lyrics are skipping happily around my skull... the accompanying eighties-a-rama of jangly presets fizzing like a fresh bottle of champers… Blanche Blanche Blanche are the culprits... a duo(?) comprising of Sarah Smith and keyboardist Zach Phillips and they're plying plenty of well needed Casio sunshine here... Yeah, it's slightly cheesy, but you get the idea that the tongue's firmly placed in the cheek, total indie chic. That world weary female vox throwing me the hidden depths …my little grey cells hanging on every word... swept along on that retro-bezazz, leading to a T’Pau make-over that's a zillion times better than the original…

The flip is altogether more peculiar. One of Zach Phillips' many side projects Bruce Hart… Comes across like a wired take on the 80’s vibe. Musically, it's wobbling all over the place... a binge of ideas, damaged undulations and perspex rebound… a comic oddness that’s a pure joy to have pouring through the speakers.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Hare Akedod 002 - Various Artists C50



This comp is incredible, one of the best I've heard this year... drifts through some pleasing skewerdelic joys, snapshots a vibrate counter culture that has been rippling through Belgium (particularly Antwerp) for some time now... Only familiar with a few, like Silvester Anfang's Hellvete and of course Ultra Eczema's Vom Grill, however, the rest are totally new adventures... Mysterious strangers taking me through plenty of kosmical neu-infused harmonics and haunting shamanics... The odd electro acoustic detour materialising, before plunging straight back into more 'weirded out' shanty(isms) and off kilter quiver skins ... The whole thing seemingly caught in a perpetual twilight, growing dizzy off its own contours, with a witching chasm of a finale penned by Hare Akedod that seals the deal...



Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Monday, April 23, 2012

Spirit Animals - Fuck 2012



Sean Wars is the name, Spirit Animals his musical moniker… chases plenty of tasty amp banshees and illuminated canker through his labyrinth of daisy chained hardware... every track is a joy to soak up... spins out like a hex of mouth falling blisters... an enquiry of curious statics on firework ripped hearts as slurs of accordion and skeleton ethnicity weasel their way towards ever new mutations... what's more, the dvd extra captures every detail in glowing colour and skipping apparition... Fuck 2012 is well worth your attention and a steal at only a fiver.



Thursday, April 19, 2012

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Maria and the Mirrors - Gemini Enjoy My Life



The title track Gemini Enjoy My Life is a pure carnival of throat grabbing technoid. That sardined percussion and ecstatic vocal action surfing a modern take on Bow Wow Wow, but with the serotonin dial twisting the max... That awesome cyberdog bass charging through your chest like a viagra rhino whilst little cocktails of voice trickle the ears in some post Caribbean holocaust of disco…

The curves are plenty here , a PVC leopard print gleaming with a messed up energy, that pulls over into some industrial makeover of a second track, Mudchute, a relentless pummeling of overdosed TG sickness.

A harsh orgy of macho electronics and pulverised beats... 'back shhoooter '... 'battle shoes... 'shoota... shoot her...' haven't got a clue what she's screaming about amongst that distorted carnage, but this is a mighty fine taster of how they throw their wares into the faces of their unsuspecting audiences... Raw and un-apologetic...

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

++ fEtUs FeTuS nOt FoetuS ++

Magic Towers - N4



The first side is a slow burner, a subtle spin of vibrating air caught in apprehension, an archaeology that distils in slight oscillatory wobbles and haemorrhagic gyration... Working itself up in a Teutonic procession, lightly punch bagged, goaded in slow percussion... … A synth underbelly, hooking, scooping at the broken pads in ritualised cosmogony. The echoed elastic of beat, pared back on a lonesome drone, navigating towards some tasty tunnelling of aboriginal bush craft ... flooded in tangled key candy and whirry jigs... The resulting goo, a hypno-snake-eyed spiral drilling for your cortex on a release of raspy dragonflies...

The flip starts out on a radio tower of wiry waves... orbiting satellites of some darkened flux then dropping distinctly granular, a swarming buzz drawn away in spooky gulls and haunted Cetacean bleeds. An ultramarine that's fed into a sticky glucose bubbling of hissy spectrals. Finally overtaken in the hum of some submerged industry, slowly asphyxiated on ever gaseous exhales of its own propellant...

Top notch ambience in anyone's book...

Monday, April 02, 2012

Squeeze Me Macaroni, MXLX, Figaro, Astral Social Club and The Experimental Pop Band

Friday 30th March @ The Croft Bristol



Regrettably missed most of Serena’s set, British summer time still messing with my head I guess... Only caught the last two tracks, one of which was absolutely Godhead in its loopian intensity...brought me right back to that cold night back in early twenty eleven...



Next up was Matty W in the front bar - always a pleasure to behold... and under his freshly minted MXLX moniker, was hitting everything head-on... His set, a bassy pummelled viper for the most part, vocals almost lost to the toxic plumbs, opening out into some tasty scrapes of violin abuse and the odd hint of Fairhorns broken danceabilities that left me grinning Cheshire-like...





In contrast Figaro, were more band-like... sounded like Arcade Fire circa Funeral, you know - the lean times before they went all... well you know... Loved those tight clanging keyboards, incessant guitar climbs and singable anthems, really clever stuff and some bad dancing was to be had and spied upon. Felt oddly gatecrasher after few songs though, so left for the comfort of the sofas outside...

Wasn’t long before we were back in the front bar were Astral Social Club prowled the stage shouting his preoccupations between microphones plying some nice, wonky ice cream van ambience groped by weird dancey licks, as if he was re-enacting a war with noisy Caribbean neighbours…



From the offset you had an inkling that this was gonna be special and as that swaying feedback was flooded in spiky neon, my neck hairs were definitely on the rise… the goods just glowed out in more compressed and exotic values, every contrasty layer working itself up into volatile cul-de sacs, spilling their caustic candy like sacrificial lambs… A satanic pinball of weirded-out bliss… those devotional hands raising above Bug-Brand Postcards in a tortured swarm of metallic bats… The prescription was a good one…







bleeding plenty of surprises, spiced variety as the speakers literally became a bag of unholy ear nails, diced up in vocal razor and mangled guitar … Matty collapsing to the floor, licking up the tremors like a disciple… this was visceral psychedelia and definitely the best slice of noise I'm gonna experience this year for sure… life affirming stuff that left me literally wobbly for ages after... A recovery helped greatly by The Experimental Pop Band's distillations of 60's counter culture...







Sunday, April 01, 2012

Wrong Cypher - Non Ferric Memories



Really pleased to announce that we've got a new ultra limited cassette out on Omcore, a 90min odyssey of NFM oddness... here's a soundcloud snippet to whet your appetite: