Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Happy Untergang



Some immaculate guitar burnouts from those ever industrious Hiroshima Bird Market boys... and you can catch them live at Leipzig's Claws Of Saurtopia festival this May.



Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Millions Will Starve by Raven



The world needs more of this...



Daevid Allen and Mark Robson

Wednesday 17th April - The Bee Hive Swindon



Wow! He must be 75+ and he’s still an insanely smiling fruitcake of a man… A hero (or should that be zero) of mine, his wry sense of humour partially sound tracked my early 20’s and beyond, a wise man of sensible nonsense, wrapping his wares in blissful trip(tics) and space whispers...

A lot of people made the pilgrimage to this tiny public house in the middle of Swineville, many multi-coloured and tie-dyed garments dragging themselves back into the light... happily dispelling my belief that drivelling R'n'B is the bloodstream of this town... recognised some old Beehive regulars from back in the day, they shuffled around like grey haired ghosts... maybe they were...

Daevid started with some unaccompanied spoken word shirazzzz, some mighty fine weaponising poetry... his wit was sharp as ever, gnawing away at farce-book and the blandness of our age like a little white haired terrier...

An oscillating Korg drone from Kangaroo Moon's Mark Robson (who supplied the keyboards for that night) started the night off proper... this guy in the wings, perhaps a local recruit? tapped on a tabla - slightly out of sync with the others… but it seemed to work when all gliss sawn and didgeridoo(ed) over... Oh man this was beautiful as Allen's voice cut a live rendition of 'Why do we treat ourselves like we do?' It purred, hooked you up completely in the blissful shadows ... 'A man with no mind kills a crowd of his kind while proclaiming his soul to be free' ...as relative now as it was when first penned...his eyes were closed , mouth grinning between words... Before heading out I’d randomly picked up a cd off my shelves for possible fan boy signings... was a freaky coincidence that he played a tune off it. Was secretly hoping for a live version of this aswell...



but it wasn't to be...

Some unknown vibes followed, songs thematically spun round the subject of gardening that were in danger of being too softly focused and Genesis(y) if it wasn't for Daevid keeping it nicely smeared and sparkle hoofed ... then more poetry ensued... tour diary extracts from when Brainville (or should that be Brain Gravy) toured Tel Aviv... his words hung like crowing birds.. all wonkily descriptive and highly comedic... unravelling in Thomas Wolf electric kool aids... Kafka glass reflecting back the atmosphere... as if words were time machines transporting you there in vivid blasts... In the tale, the tour promoter finally asks, 'How do you like Tel Aviv?'… to which Daevid replies...'I love the place...don't you know I’m Australian… like you, we occupied a country, wiped away its indigenous inhabitants and claimed it for our own'… Daevid smiled, took a deep breath - then semi laughed the poem's end words ‘awkward silence’…

Spikes of wah and arrowing directives followed, University of Errors stylee... a song about lying apparently, a catchy chorus of 'lie lie lie lie la la lie' as Allen said should be 'honesty honesty...' then added 'nah, would never work. The devil has all the best tunes' ... A short break ensued for hugs, and plenty of beaming fans waving recently bought merchandise at him...I got my cd signed... Mr Allen, wide eyed, pointed at the inscription going 'oink, oink'... like a loveable loon...



Returning to the stage everything got more angsty… loopy loopage, a blur of hidden words in noisy repeats… nostalgic thoughts of Divided Alien pLAYbax 80



crept round the additional gliss explosions and multi-dimensional dives…a raucous mood that eddied off into a gentle guitar chordage... There was something recognisable floating in on those rotating chords then the words broke and confirmed my suspicions .... Yesss!!!... Deya Goddess... What a bloody glorious finale!.. Daevid forgot a few verses, filled them with improvised mumbles and la-la's but it's wasn't long until it's was a 'Now is the happiest time of your life' sing a thon, a quick glance around confirmed almost everybody was singing along too... A great night that certainly jangled your inner hippie…

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Collision / Detection v9 - Sone Institute



I really love film scores, all the better if they are imagined... non-tethered, itchy with possibility... and I must say, this completely instrumental offering from the Sone Institute fills that ticket and concludes this Collision / Detection series in a slinky throb of disco and sequenced goodness... wayward shapes thrown over a wonky dance floor...

Deathbeat (Main Title Sequence) starts the proceedings in DAF pulsations replete with oily pond skater synth lines … Highlights of piano in soft curlicues of wharrrrr, contours that climb all over you with euphoric limbs, quick cut with beach ball beats, banking metallic clashes and hand claps that sound suitably robotic. Ear candy that runs rings around the over-familiar like an over-excited puppy chasing its tail…

Loving the kinetic pleasures of Unguarded Circle of Flesh… The filter bank zigger and Capri-Sun edgings ticking away nicely as the wooden beats and dramatically slung piano pegs are whipped across in a choreographed Kurosawa shine, releasing dulcimer dimed avalanches and Lakuna-ized sensations. Chilli tongued jibbers that fill your head with swift scenery opening you up for the funky hoe-down that is Flesh Dance (In a state of perpetual arousal) ... an electro card shuffle of glitchy incentives with multiple angles sliding along some impossibly pleasing slopes.

By the time it’s spinning out on the fat n bouncy refrain of the title track your imagination is left wrestling with how this EP could sizzle on your retina too..

Thursday, April 04, 2013

Hare Akedod 005 - Gripgevest and Kling



More devotional bliss from Hare Akedod's growing discography... 38mins of esoteric improv from David Edren and Bent von Bent, that are well worth investing in...

Wednesday, April 03, 2013

Plurals, Stereocilia and Tidal

27th March @ Power Lunches Hackney, London



Think more cafes should follow Power Lunches lead by opening up their basements to fresh musical talent and sprinkling their recorded wares amongst the tea and coffee aromas upstairs... Nice vibe indeed, with the minus figure weather shaken off further by the mellow vibes infecting most of that night's proceedings...



A soothing tapestry of looped debris from Jimmy Billingham's Tidal project started things off.... Layer upon layer of texture jostling with the next, rewritten in sky-stretched transition, attentive hands adjusting the illusions; blending the ingredients. Trance inducing stuff, made more so by the addition of drifting harmonica and clanking harbour bells. A subtle shift of ivory markers undulated in a darkened kinesis. Serious medications that were brought to an abrupt end...



Casio drone provided the foundations for Scott's set... Stereocilia was a mind treat of guitar filaments, e-bowery and short-lived machine beats. A slowly evolving beast, developing into a swaying python of tipping texture.. Snagging you up in plenty of hypno hooks eaten in Mali-esque fret circles and inked over by somersaulting effects. The gently changing projections a perfect mirror to the lobe curling multiples weaselling your ear... a resurrection of underlying chords brought through it all for a finale of fading memories. A tasty hint of what to expect from the up and coming album...







Now Plurals rounded off the evening in a glorious soup of stabbing statics and malfunction... total drone monsters leaping out of their usual semi-ambient suits for a bit of noisy riot making. Five individuals intent on decorating the gates of Hades with double tape chews, screaming clarinet and 70's keyboard canker, desiccated by a suitcase of effects pedals and a bewildering mass of other stage hidden toys. A howling brew that gave me a much missed 'Sunburned' improv fix in clawing corrosion.