Thursday, August 30, 2012

Sapir Whorf - Phase 1 Preliminary Investigations



A collage of electronically generated sketches, this is a keen eared journey of repetitive signatures and filtered outgrowths with no flabby indulgences to spoil the stark majesty. Essentially one track, each of these speculative investigations jut up against each other, bordered by short gasps of silence. Each section competes with the next in an eagerness of potential. Abstracts are … coaxed… curtailed squeezed into pleasing patterns or mulched beyond their original natures like some UFO rotisserie of blurring currents and slither lasered horizons. There are even some inklings of damaged IDM flittering around in there, plying a dirty urbanised pulse, one of which is absolutely begging for those Etant Donnes boys to shout all over it… This mini cd maybe a work in progress, but the jigsaw is an intriguing one, cryptically hinting of wonders to come…

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Girl Sweat and Yugoslavian Boys



This split vinyl between Yugoslavian Boys and Girl Sweat grips you by the throat. The proceedings start with Yugoslavian boys , who ram raid your thought processes in head charge of drums and hacksawing guitars. An hi-octane joy of incessant keyboards and shouty cuffs, driving home the goods in repeated hysteria and jibing gorilla fists with some squalling trumpets thrown in for good measure… On the flip Girl Sweat play it from a more psycho-cramps angle. Dredging bass and bardedwire choked guitars complimenting a lustful spread of drums that smack through all that crooner salvia in fat sloppy heartbeats… This bolt of fun certainly blows the dust clean away…

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Mircodeform, Vena Cava, Sylvester Anfang II

9th August 2012 - The Croft Bristol



Regrettably missed most of Microdeforms set... the beauty of what was witnessed making me more irksome of the fact... that melodic machine spill was top notch... Gorgeous ambient landscapes puckered in slithers of distressed candy... those kernels of soporific beat pulled out of shape gently curved around the semi transparents...







Vena Cava had a bit of a nervous start, teases of buried vocals gathered up into quite a storm... Loved those howling wolf bass noises ... that juggernaut of a last track was a head mountain of a climb... asian guitar scuttling across the bass line meat and slamming drums of their new drummer... decaying in on some prime pedal switcheroo, cooing out on an ocean of frayed tinfoil and twisty canker... really glad to have them back...









The Anfang boys were plying tabla, bongos and pumped harmonium amongst the usual drumkit and guitars.... A mellow start, similar to this recent Belgium fallout... re-kindling the cosmik comedowns of Between / Popol Vuh surfing a malleable mind metal that just lapped in your ear holes... later gathering up in a transportation of guitar angles and tambourine spillage... the glistening slip and central rhythm holding the differing knits of intrigue... everyone swapping over instruments..... the violin burring... was that Ignatz shadow lingering?... vibes that had me floor crashing in that hot hot front room, sucking at the explorations... limp antennas for arms...





Chatting outside we attract the attention of this liquid eyed hobo all whistling and twisting fingers forks as Charlie and Chris have a beer fight in the distance... Mr. Olivetti wondering if he was cursing us for our empty pockets as those voodoo fingers of his rotated round our faces... his tape loop head resetting ' you can't give want you haven't got...' cap in hand wanting us to fill it with shrapnel.... looks at me with a slowly creeping smile that kind of freaks me, ...you remind me of that Inxs bloke he goes... I recoil in horror of being compared to... Mr. Hutchence... aaarrrgghhhhh... 'don't take offence' he adds, but seriously how couldn't you not?!...



Friday, August 10, 2012

Ø​+​yn / The Failed NASA Experiment



The artwork totally reflects the strung out haze of blurred acoustics within, right down to the weeping eyes of black. A split release between Argentinean cohorts Ø​+​yn and Cardiff’s own Failed NASA Experiment, this 90 minute cassette is a eerie river of de-tuned lyres, percussive amulets and twangy sinew. Plenty of hypno goo vocal action providing soothing clusters between the more manic breakdowns of reality. It’s like how folk music should sound, divining some strange outer beyond… a astral journey full of mystery, intrigue… totally recommended to bend your head in pleasing directions…



Wednesday, August 08, 2012

Myrninerest , Cyclobe and the films of Derek Jarman

Saturday 4th August, Queen Elizabeth Hall, London

Derek Jarman's Super 8 Journey to Avebury started the proceedings... The Myrninerest's score superbly evocative as the screen glowed golden and the warm grey of ancient stone jutted the skyline... the instrumentals gently slipped away as frames were bathed in the lightest of breezes.



Tibet's new collective followed quickly after, with a highly personal set dedicated to his dead friend and Coil member John (Jhonn) Balance... Right from the offset, Jhonn, Uttered Babylon's mood was a resolutely sombre one, quite uncomfortable to witness in places... felt like you were a voyeuristic intrusion ....Tibet throwing all his personal mythology into the loss... his Louis Wain, toy town obsessions, recent Coptic biblical struggles, helicopter angels from his own 'near death' experiences combined with many more cryptic kernels... Words falling over each other, slipping by almost too fast, the usual C93 mix of childlike innocence and sourness mingling with plenty of ridiculous collisions. You've got to admire a singer who uses the words 'haunted winkies...' with such artistic conviction. Mr Blackshaw's guitar provided the musical fervour, a bucolic setting of lilting melody for Tibet's words to leap around in... Myrninerest ranks further swelled by Andrew Liles on electronics and surprise drums, Comus Bobbie Watson on backing vocals / harmonium and finally Aloma Ruiz Boada bowing those violin sinews... This was a highly personal requiem indeed. The projections behind flowing from warped child faces to young adulthoods... Balance sitting in an armchair, flies crawling over the contours of his clothing, the camera drifting upwards towards a grinning face. Elsewhere, maggot like ripples in the blacks and colours of his paintings... wilting blooms... a rather magical blossom falling around a statue of Pan to the beautiful inflections of 'Catnip Pastures'...Tibet finally backing off on the embers of the last song to wipe his tears away.

After a short interval a disturbed trio of Jarman films followed, impeccably scored by Cyclobe... Sulphur, the first in the series, was an eerie montage of Art of Mirrors and In The Shadow Of The Sun. A brilliant melt of haunted figures and flashing palms, morphing almost insidiously with their arcane slither of electronics. The next film, Tarot, I'd never seen before...no doubt a homage to Kenneth Angers filmmaking with all those occult theatrics ... that slow creep of crooked melody accompanying it, as a half naked body is caressed then strangled... In the last offering, Garden of Luxor, the gaunt man whipping flowers was really odd, the film’s grain making him appear apelike as berry blood stains slipped the screen... lips sucking fruit in a gush of Egyptian iconography.



Finally, the night's zenith, Cyclobe. They just dazzled. A surprisingly original blend of ancient run through with alchemic twists of modernity... How Acla Disappeared From Earth from their recent Wounded Galaxies LP, heralding a set that bristled with dark energy and astonishing lucidity as a cavalcade of chemical ripples and strange sciences paraded the screen. The live drums thundering, as the rub of the hurdy gurdy jetted into the electronic streams... Bladder pipes zigzagging the tear of processed meat and shrill discordance... that interlocked hypnosis biting at your ear with hallucinatory decadence ... The live version of The Moths Of Pre-Sleep like a war chant for lost times - literally had me on the edge of my seat... This year's Meltdown curator Antony Hegarty even stepped in to provide some gentle cooing to the swirling repetitions of all assembled. The projected moon on screen eerily shifting focus... there was even a Tudor-esque flurry of woodwind that was just awe inspiring...



If their new material is as good as this, you're in for one hell of a treat...

Monday, August 06, 2012

Hong Kong in the 60s - Collision Detection v4



Number four in this continuing series, Hong Kong in the 60s have taken the project's base elements and bound them up in poptastic goodness. Each track starts in abstraction then spurs off into a slightly kooky, off centre, electronica that’s imbued with a haze of summery impressions… A bleached azure of harmonics wrapped in a suitably psyched delivery...

'The Ungrateful Root' starts out a slow span of synthetics and sluggish pendulum swing… quickly picked up in a drum Thumbelina and propelled further by a two finger key drone and a sweet burn of vocals... An Olivia Tremor Control sensibility taking hold of you as everything rides a glittery chandelier spin of texture that fizzes with expectations, beneath which a mechanical ribbon of squeak and tweet gently itches…

An Instrumental interlude 'Into the Forest of Eyes' follows, built from rattling metal tubes… quickly pinned in dubby glints and fairy dust... A sprinkling of organ … eking out a nicely fragranced almost bloated pre-amble as the bubble's skin catches the light in swirls of multi-colour...

A liquidised underbelly starts ‘Banbury Grove’ coupled with some robotic clunking, clanking… … Sounds like a toy bunny in need of some WD40, all metallic indigestions instead of drumbeats… quickly drowned out by breezy keyboards. A major key change heralding this lush Goldfrapp type female vocal that bunny hops leisurely over the hi-hat tinfoil… Further sonic jewels pouring round the lyrics and beats... mingling for a few blissful minutes before slipping away in a light ‘Vision On’ gurgle…

Fires up another short instrumental 'The Clearing' that signs off this offering. A soft vocal drone coupled with a swizzle stick rotation in a glass of Pimms, something that sums up this EP's mood perfectly.



Saturday, August 04, 2012

Spindle and The Bregnut Tree - IX Tab



A puzzle box, an enigmatic cipher of unfinished business... enjoying joining the dots between the words and music... those subliminal notions of time and place eating into the back of your mind... caught in the physic burrs, false memories... nods to coil, Stolen n Contaminated daze vaporising through... this be subtle magick indeed...