Thursday, May 23, 2013

The Wet Black Poodle Transforms - Ludo Mich, Syed Kamran Ali and Pascal Nichols



This delicious artefact, housed in a concertina of wrap-around screen printed primitiveness contains two lively and possessed performances, one recorded in Manchester and the other Sheffield. It documents a three way split of talent... a triad of Flemish sound poet Ludo Mich, Harappian Night’s Syed Kamran Ali and Pascal Nichols of 'Part Wild Horses Mane on Both Sides' fame.

Chaotic colour a plenty, De Zwarte Natte Poedel Transformeert is full of dynamic angles, searching out the magic on the crests of wordless mutterings. Huge tectonic shifts groping the vocals, at points melding brilliantly in a psychotic soup of possibilities…. I swear, at one point, Ludo sounds like there's bolts of electricity actually flying from his hands to a rampage of despotic hysterics… Later, he's hunted down in a bombardment of tape chew and broom handles, smarting in unsettling shrieks and anguish...(I hate to imagine what the neighbour's think is going on)... 'Black poodle' Ludo croaks 'Black pooddle... blacccckkkkkkk' a phlegmy backend attack of spiking 'K' to a buckling canvas. This is seriously mental stuff, even in the quieter more itchy lulls it bubbles with sinister goo... Looking at the disc art, Mr Ludo certainly cuts a bulky scarecrow figure of insanity, head all hand bracketed in a gothic gloom, his body lumbering in viciously satisfying skews. Staggering grumbles sawn across in destructive strings, or pressurised yelpings lanced in scatterings of spinney hedgehog …

Het Wezen Is Op Zoek Naar Een Ziel starts in static rips and distant raptor calls... all muted yowl to cymbal tinsel and bouncy tautness. Fractured jazz and vowelly explosions with Monkey's headband aches 'ta-ta-ta-taring seemingly goaded in goaty sneer. Splintered laughter and golem footed smashes releasing a weird alchemy of free fall percussion and squalling piglet sax-o-phonics born from rubbed polystyrene. Ludo floating above like some wire harnessed angel of wrongness, gasping, arguing with himself, his voice heaven flung and echoing.... oooh this is good and when the trio suddenly take off in a brief bout of animal lunacy, all that's left is simmering debris and rapturous applause.

Curious chemistry indeed...



Friday, May 17, 2013

Deej Dhariwal - Still Connecting



This is an excellent album, full of textural diversions and shifts of focus that are thematically dreamy, forlorn, exquisitely soaked in copious amounts of noisy euphoria …

New Dawn grabs you first… throws you into the deep end in a barrage of waspy sci-fi, crowned in weals of corroded wah… like earwigs noisily chewing over some 'Les Rallizes' masterpiece. Lush screams spiral from deep within the excess… that prevailing spikiness seemingly on the cusp of flat lining, but skates the void superbly, the overload mysteriously pared back to a nursery rhythm of keystrokes, it's stark contrast knocking predictability for six in spacey springs and wobble headed cuteness.

Kaide is an impressive 22 minute journey, a masterfully restrained unfolding that aches a plenty. A meditative layering, akin to a haunted tram drifting through a bristling drone cumulus, enveloped in a cosmos of muted colour. Really tactile too as it brushes against the scales of some metallic fish with icy sibilance… or rustles around in contact type damages with additional guitar chords fanning out from a vinyl surface scutter, crackling as if it was recorded on an Edison wax cylinder. A bassy under run gaining a foothold, overcasts a cocktail of slithering texture, morse-frets and smudged tempo... satisfying the ears right up to its Basho strummed demise…

Carborator highjacks the carefully constructed ambience of the previous track in rapid attacks of filtered effects… agitates your attention in slant cross hatches of stuttering mechanics and warped speech before releasing you to the aquatic charms of Empty... all watery bubbles breaking on echoed inflexions … a circular riff shoaling round a soft hypnotising core… later ascending in a roasting of shoegazery zest with peeling buoy bells and idyllic jet streams… translucent colours slipping over each other, vibrating like the elliptical milkiness of Mondrian’s ‘Pier and Ocean.’

The bright fret drips of Dunking makes for a superb close to the album … that lapping riff, boating through a misty synth drone, opening out to a wistful despondency, puckered in echoed weatherings. Ghostly vocals, later scaffolding the keyboard bleed in siren calls of witchy rag and wobbling after image. This certainly nourishes plenty of shadow fall like a less vaporised Eno or Budd, with filmic sub harmonics that are both eerie and vivid... Another inspirational jewel in Lava Thief’s crown that’s highly recommended…



Tuesday, May 14, 2013

C13 - The Cameron Remixes



Really chuffed to have deposited an Autotistic track for this excellent remix project of Bitch Goggles' Cameron release. Originally a noise protest marking the Conservatives return to Downing Street in May 2010, three years on, C13 voices its objections further in 51 minutes of reinvention and dis-entanglement wrapped in pervy pvc and boasting plenty of defaced portraiture… email advicehorse@gmail.com for a copy today… it’s FREE and proud of the fact…

Wednesday, May 08, 2013

The Cosmic Dead, Anthroprophh, Uiutna and Olanza

28th April - The Croft Bristol







What an evening!… Psych massage of the highest order… First up, Edgar Froese look-a-like Paul Allen gave us a Anthroprophh set of dronic fruit and drums... Sitting in front of his vintage synths all regal….after a diverting slice of wah(ed) guitar indulgence his hands were glued to those keys in spikes of deliberation … rippling out the oscillatory pleasures in jagged shards of high end agitation … dark blooms leaning in to ‘heart of the sun’ dynamics of 'wool covered' percussion and cymbal flares… glorious slips of cylinder slide guitar and smeared exotica, as raggerty drone beggars siphoned the celestial...



The second act Olanza was a tasty threesome plying a glorious post rock vibe … … empowering stuff that was full of exciting angles...dramatic shifts and a bass that sounded like a growly pensioner…



Uiutna was a wrong science of dancy sequentials... shifting shells of rhythm and skipping beats … odd patterns riveted to the loopage and tipping candy … slivering curlicues and guitar fuzz dragged through noisy corridors …that dictaphonic use upping the angst that headed to a gloriously wonky rainbow of an finale…

By the time The Cosmic Dead hit, the room was crammed … a really tight psych outfit, they were insanely rich in the riff department with howling moogister keys and copious quantities of yelling... intense and brilliant...



their set was similar to this YouTubie filming but was way, way more incendiary... Couldn't think of a better way to spend my last Croft outing as sadly it will be closing as a venue before the month's out...