Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Germseed - Postcards from the Isle of the Dead (Part One)



Recorded after Hypernature but released before...this EP is quite a departure from the thickety buzz of the former, with the drama pared down to the bare essentials... Super sparse flavours, husk like and dry elliptical fruits of absence... The Braille of dusty vinyl 'run outs' giving out an ‘otherness’ on black bright... as if divining the beyond in eerie slips of skating textures and crackle... the persistent churn of wavering drone, a hypnotic funnelling for the needlework...

This is elegantly simple...whether it's the vari-tone poem of some vibrating skull on the man with the long black brain... or the mournful cry of animal horns on ishquenza... it certainly holds your attention... a delicate balance that's best played out late at night...The ideal situ for it to draw on your consciousness like a cleverly conjured spell... The séance samples and shifting hissologies of the last track gently orbiting the truth yet sealing the deal, gloom glowing with protozoic suggestions that you’re probably not alone.

Monday, July 29, 2013

Anklepants



Prosthetics man turned musician in action for Network Awesome... and if that tickles your fancy there's some more milky white goods from him over at love love

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Night Sky Eye



I'm proud that the first release on my new DIY mirco-imprint Autostatic should be a tribute to the unique individual that was Joey Chainsaw...

It's been percolating for a while, a personal attempt to fill the vacuum of his passing with something tangible, prompted by a combination of weird coincidences, and borne of the invaluable collaborations with Jewelly (his sister). You could say 'Night Sky Eye' evolved slowly, piece by piece, without any preconceptions, borne from the darkness; for the 'night sky' that often filled his eye... A farewell fanfare for a much remembered and missed friend in jaded idyllics and salty static, with all profits going towards making Joe's dream of releasing something (of his) on vinyl a reality...

This 58 minute disc is lushly packaged in fold around full colour arts from Jewelly and myself, enclosed with a leaf skeleton and one of the last snapshots i took that inspired the albums latter melodies... Listen with love...

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

That Fucking Tank, Russian Blue and Infrared Bear

The Bell, Devizes Friday 12th July



Don’t look down, don’t look down... that guitar was talking in incessant repeats...the vertigo inducing combo of slamming drums and muscular riffs trying to pull the floor away... the cymbal action, like metallic claws all over those frets... some fast acting corrosion for the ears... Wasn’t convinced by That Fucking Tank at the start but they quickly suckered me in... that insistent gnaw, that swerving restlessness of riffery... bright and loud switching fret action with plenty of flinty arrows... catching odd forays of Sabbath free floating... This duo certainly weren’t penned in by any limitations... locking horns convincingly...a stop/start prairie dog chewing plenty of bone and spewing the rhythmic goo like a late night takeaway making spatter cakes on the pavement... left my ears hissing like a pit full of vipers...



Two bands were supporting... really liked the first, think they were called Infra-red Bear... another drums and guitar combo... an amphetamine loaded affair of veiny chordage, and panel punched skin... pleasure surfing the angles and retractions... A few shouty hardcore yelling moments creaming the candy, tickling my inner ‘Rollins’. Their soundscloud just doesn't do them justice, capture that live bite!...



Russian Blue were good too, classic 'current crop' indie... that interweave of bass and two guitars incredibly tight, rewardingly wrought... nailing the drums with plenty of conversation and Vampire Weekend lyrical shifts... they even jabbed me with a few overdriven pedal punches, but as lasting furrows go The Tanks totally stole the night's crown...

Tuesday, July 02, 2013

Hideous people, Panzer Panzees, Tim Hurford and Twin

Swindon Post-Modern - 22nd June 2013



First up was a virtual performance from the Hideous People... a duo of punky vocal snipes and gnarly guitar... a set of really short songs, the lyrics of which seemed to get buried in that thickety accompaniment... luckily 'Your Gunna Die Die Die! wasn't one of them...





Twas lovely to dish the noise out again, the first live outing for the Panzer Panzees was a satisfying racket... cranked up amps and effect agitations a plenty... leashed into to a vocal face off between me and Andy P... burnt quite quickly leaving space for an epilogue of feedback spectres, sandpaper psychosis and bubbling vox that twisted a more sinister blade...







Next up Tim Hurford was like an alt Des O’Connor ... a real crooner, despite the P.A. malfunctions... after he's first number he exclaimed 'I’m on fire'... but this wasn't any James Brown pastiche as his jacket's arm was actually a flame...luckily he managed to stomp it out before any damage was done and the sprinklers got a sniff... His usual band the Transpersonals couldn’t make it for the night... total pity as i was really looking forward to some surfing bird action ... but disappointments were totally erased by that Sinatra /Beatle-esque solo direction of his ...... That hidden orchestra and Mr Flop's schizoid vinyl grooves Brylcreem(ing) his delivery into some Lynchian smear-fest... the vodka was definitely taking hold at this point but the whole thing definitely felt like an out-take from Twin Peaks as those comedic lyrics ran a carrot to Tim’s sliding feet ...



Now Twin was absolutely beautiful... ended the show in blissful folds of shimmering guitar that floated your head like a flotilla of brightly coloured butterflies. A real Lisa Gerrard moment for me... those ether-like gilds glowing ember like... streamers of vocal breathing through a filigree of delicate skeletons collapsing on freshly etched riffs... this was totally captivating, a chorus of fading edges imbued with a wiccan pull, a lustred gravity that was hard to escape from...