tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121458272024-03-07T08:22:21.884+00:00RottenmeatsSharing my music tastes with the massesCloudboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03884302110743726267noreply@blogger.comBlogger960125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145827.post-79919557201039307492020-04-13T12:35:00.000+01:002020-04-13T12:39:34.244+01:00Le Couronnement Des Silex
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This Le Couronnement Des Silex LP leaks plenty, gives you visceral shivers as it gazelles your head with incandescence flashes… go taste <b>Tactile’s</b> gothic incendiaries over at<a href="https://zamzamrec.bandcamp.com/album/le-couronnement-des-silex"> ZamZamRec</a> and after seek out the <a href="https://lesdisquesdupermafrost.bandcamp.com/album/trente-jours-a-grande-echelle">eeling tautness of their debut</a>.<br><br> Cloudboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03884302110743726267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145827.post-63039941555866311622020-03-26T20:06:00.000+00:002020-03-26T20:57:58.501+00:00Trippin' Music<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz7di13Z6cjZA3F-J47YrGfUn1Di3lLFwEwtsfEiYIUk1GrVCq5B7tpdXVSJsSZVmLjXeUCgm_NSJNF-551bzM3B4zDnezrsCLDY9VwtYYCUAF0COhFMiUhZjeMcetjx-4nH-gqA/s1600/20200101_013139-s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz7di13Z6cjZA3F-J47YrGfUn1Di3lLFwEwtsfEiYIUk1GrVCq5B7tpdXVSJsSZVmLjXeUCgm_NSJNF-551bzM3B4zDnezrsCLDY9VwtYYCUAF0COhFMiUhZjeMcetjx-4nH-gqA/s1600/20200101_013139-s.jpg" data-original-width="700" data-original-height="768" /></a></div>
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This has been twisting my noggin’ since Christmas, those nursey noise-makers never disappoint and this new batch from wound-world is brimming with shadowy ambience and sabred soliloquy. Unfortunately the box set has long since evaporated into the æther, but luckily for you turntable challenged peeps they’ve kindly despatched a deluxe CD edition complete with extra goo and remixed riches that I can honestly say surpasses the original. Yeah, it’s a bit pricey but well worth emptying your pockets for - Sip the sedative at <a href="https://icrdistribution.com/products/nurse-with-wound-trippin-music-2cd">Colin Potter’s ICR</a> or <a href="https://www.nursewithwound.co.uk/shop/trippin-musik-deluxe-3lp-boxset-zrkw9">Cooloorta Centraal</a> and let the encroaching void enfold.
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An Liebezeit laced exploration ‘<a href="https://stuartchalmers.bandcamp.com/album/the-heart-of-instinct">The Heart of Instinct</a>’ is caught in the moment, spires the repetitive to dig into some mighty fine concrète expansions.<br><br>
Instinct 5 swims straight in there on the keeled tensives of ritualised percussion and volia rub…create serious transportatives that pull at your psyche. The prepared Swarmandal strings singing above them like some strange garnish as boundaries amorphically blur become abstracted and tilter volatile.<br><br>
Loving the paganistic patter of Instinct 2 it’s scooping recoil reminiscent of the prosessional twilights of New Orders Lonely place, the glinting teeth of twangy accents and cymbal swell dramatically cut back to silence, then at the strike of a match exploding back into life. This new percussive direction is rather excellent, was half expecting a Moondog monologue to pop in and surprise me as the tracks serpentine undercurrents shimmer the sumptuous and this chiming chug milks the drama in reversing flows.<br><br>
Stu’s usual dronic capstans are certainly taking a more subdued stance here, but do occasionally leak through and smear their subjects with eerie atmospheres and ghosty feedback fingers. The type that wash through Instinct 9’s gamelan-like spiderings are great, carpeting the tap-dancing whisks in a gleam of industrialisation.<br><br>
Then Instinct 8 slows the pace, the only track here that doesn’t dance out on a solid drum fall but opts for a fragmentary focus full of elasticated trajectories and Limpe Fuchs like attentiveness. A swaying bias playing kinetic charades with investigative metallic, comical curls and duelling mice.<br><br>
A textural swan-song that feeds nicely into the durgey rotary rub of Instinct 3 to dance a contracting echo chamber of percussives that domino a doppelgängering looptation of sawing texturals. The Congo-esque clatter of Instinct 4 too, squeezing new harmonics through it’s knotted verve , to leave the Japanese kyoto’s of Instinct 6 to tourniquet a trance gold of collapsing church bells - a celebratory cacophony that ends this offering perfectly. Cloudboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03884302110743726267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145827.post-7325986667217971142015-04-18T11:32:00.003+01:002015-04-18T11:32:51.365+01:00Lava Thief Presents - Deej Dhariwal, The Brackish, Vena Cava and Repo Man10th April - <a href="http://www.scarycanaryvenue.com/" target="_blank">The Scary Canary</a> Stourbridge<br /><br />
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I’ve really loved <a href="http://deejdhariwal.bandcamp.com/releases" target="_blank">Deej</a>’s solo appearances in the past and the devotional moaning of this new material (soon to be released by Zam Zam so I hear) was certainly hitting the spot. Revolving the ear in tonal overwrites, looping shadows roasted on antsy spans of stretched guitar. A canvas that excavated some lovely intensity, as sticky keystrokes were added and things became symphonically templed. A contemplative vibe, banked in some beautiful chordage that in turn incubated the return of noisier climbs, the Walkman additions clawing nicely at the pick-ups, full of swamping swirling creatures dying to a refrain of fading guitar energies.<br /><br />
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/TheBrackish" target="_blank">The Brackish</a> were the surprise of the evening, having never heard them before. Essentially a battle of two guitars, with bass and drums stretching the improvised tangle, they exerted some lovely tight knots of intrigue. A union of bouncing multiples that bled almost seamlessly with the on screen Patrick McGoohan trampoline fighting his opponent. Weird chemistry indeed, cubist thrown, shapeshifting fragments of jazzy rawness, Arto curves caught in the lock groove twang of Reich and Can wriggling with bouts of three-fingered lightning - bloody superb.<br /><br />
An action packed night and there were still two bands to go.<br /><br />
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Loved the way <a href="https://venacavabristol.bandcamp.com/" target="_blank">Vena Cava</a>’s melodies seemed to dangle on the promise of explosive noise, the bass ploughing the leaping percussions, a furrow buzzing with gliding chord and a hazing of light caught crystal. Tightly wound atmospheres steeped in Eastern promises and released in wholesome MBV grit, a post-gothic sensibility crawling in deliciously dirty wah monkeys that burned all sacrificial in your lugholes. A persuasive force to be reckoned with!<br /><br />
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The chaotic love of <a href="https://www.facebook.com/repomanband" target="_blank">Repo Man</a> ended the night superbly with everything converging, chewing at its figure head vocalist. His vocal nails scratching poetic visions, panoramic dystopias, and spittle rich comedies between belches of queasy saxophone. The two guitarists veering like drunkards, dishing out a barrage of jarring energies that filled you head with delicious tangles whilst the drummer attempted to hold majesty over a salvo coloured sky. <br /><br />
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Cloudboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03884302110743726267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145827.post-11756406835063430252015-02-15T20:33:00.002+00:002015-02-15T20:40:50.373+00:00Gainer - Dead Gum<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVZRKZ1P4ZsWmBgpbUzL_U0DJR6mCAqtWUhTAq5KV5-wQUMB_wZBuyGwMNtgdeZ4GS8wUJkV9uZYcO6MyLHfk-sl4WoTXcerwMUTQQ4mhzNdKKn0TsQkBItwwCRbnsFqYQ3RF8_A/s1600/deadgum.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVZRKZ1P4ZsWmBgpbUzL_U0DJR6mCAqtWUhTAq5KV5-wQUMB_wZBuyGwMNtgdeZ4GS8wUJkV9uZYcO6MyLHfk-sl4WoTXcerwMUTQQ4mhzNdKKn0TsQkBItwwCRbnsFqYQ3RF8_A/s1600/deadgum.jpg" /></a><br /><br />
The fold out sleeve holding <a href="https://deadgum.bandcamp.com/album/g-a-i-n-e-r">this baby</a> together is a delight for the eyes. Its overprinted black imagery singing from beneath a golden glow of textured stock inkling at the album’s corroded essence. The struggling definition of the half buried vocals, that healthy scouring of frustration eating into the machined percussives. Tastes forged in Dead Gum’s <b>Lost Decade</b> and a myriad of other releases, a mood finely focused and now purring your ears in song like chunks. The type Sonic Youth used to make back in the 80-90’s, gnarly pearls that held you in their imagination, tore into your complacency, and telescoped your soul.<br /><br />
A shimmering dissatisfaction that the albums opener <b>Float</b> holds so dear. It’s vocals like a suitably forlorn Thurston Moore knuckling round a cyclic growth of frets, kisses of Bakelite percussion and hand claps holding the momentum beautifully as it cruises through some gorgeously hammered plummets. A crafted beast that is caught in an eerie tractor beam of vortexing saliva that’s <b>Black Glass</b>. A disintegrating circus of desolate texturing with a moaning spectre wandering through the rubble of its heart. A brief experimental verve, climbing from its knees and then straight into the razored drums of <b>Afraid of heights</b>, at its core a wobbling undercurrent that seems to be tracing uncertain feet along the edge of a multi-storey, those snared percussives constantly prodding and poking with guitars (all noisy and barbed) swerving around hungry for catastrophe. A carmine red bite of delicious geometries vertigo(ing) the pelvic slide of words. A vibe that’s economical, evocative and spot on to which the following <b>Regain</b> ties to a spiralling melody banked by suitably strung out beats. Something deliciously Ian Curtis like chased by fret sirens - visceral termites gnawing at the cooling skin of the song. <br /><br />
A gentle dip into flickering ambience breaks the tension in the form of <b>At Poseidon's Beach</b>, a lower case Sargasso withering into a ribbon of migratory starlings, tourmalined rotaries that set you up afresh for the brilliant <b>Dare</b>. A song that takes the adrenaline of Afraid of heights machined edgings and repurposes them onto a pounding foetal ultra sound as the vox oxidises on iridescent guitars that seem to be pulling at reddening scabs.<br /><br />
It’s deliciously dark, forlorn fayre bristling with brittle rhythmics that stab attentively. Cross cut in textures that brew up plenty of energy and suck you into deciphering the lyrical mysteries that run though it all like a pivoting skewer. <b>Keen’s</b> guitar yarnings casting shadows over the sobering half lit delivery like a tangled forest dripping with its frustrations.<br /><br />
<b>The Asphalt Smell</b> is another highpoint…kicks out the tempo like a spinster winged runaway chewing over some manic episode, hotly pursued by a weird howling underbelly and beats scarred in guzzling electronics. Electronics that continue on <b>Thread</b> in a drool of elastic and wincing wave lengths succumbed by the echo chambered stagger that plays Paul Daniel buzzsaws with your brainbox. By the time everything signs off on a Jesus and Mary Chain homage that is <b>Out of My Mind</b> you’re left with a definite need to re-immerse as Pan yells incoherently from the centre of the carnage and the whole caboodle finally grinds to an abrupt halt.<br /><br />
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Cloudboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03884302110743726267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145827.post-73114218411757762402014-11-24T20:28:00.001+00:002014-11-24T21:08:50.043+00:00Autotistika, Kostis Kilymis, Dead Gum and Embarker20th November Power Lunches , London<br /><br />
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<b>Power Lunches</b> had undergone some changes since I was here for <a href="http://rottenmeats.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/plurals-stereocilia-and-tidal.html">Stereocilla</a> last year. The side walls of the cellar space were now fitted out with full length mirrors on both sides, their multiple reflections milking a certain Fripp and Eno 'no pussyfooting' vibe in my head, full of Logan's run like distortions running the spaces proportions. Caught a distorted eyeful of myself masked up in the gloom and attempted to divine those bizarrements in my <a href="https://www.facebook.com/autotistika">Autotistika</a> slot, suffice to say, had a lot of fun in doing so, derailing into some diced n sliced techno agitations, finally squeezing in Anna's ergo toxin fragments before abrupt sign offs. <br /><br />
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Following on after me was <a href="http://www.kostiskilymis.com/">Kostis Kilymis</a> (label boss of <a href="http://thesorg.noise-below.org/2/">organized music from thessaloniki</a>)whose machines seemed full of chewed billiards, a pulsing soup of skipping envelopes, chattering teeth and weathered sweeps. Minimal architectures that rumbled through the blue hued darkness superbly. His poltergeisting beats and irregular mutations seemed almost three dimensional as he mutated the betweens. A tease of frying circuitry that at one point was the machine equivalent of an Aztec priest holding a freshly pulsing heart arterial spread in sonar encrypts. <br /><br />
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Regular readers to Rottenmeats will know I've been a fan of Pan's for some time, ever since snapping up his Reverse Mouth <a href="http://rottenmeats.blogspot.co.uk/2007/05/reverse-mouth-ballades-pour-un-patriote.html">Ballades Pour un Patriote CDR</a> on Tanzprocesz in 2007 and the sodium soaked hues of his Dead Gum persona were simply superb on the night. Brandishing a guitar and a nefari of pedals his back to audience throughout... he needled a strange sorcery of Joy Division snares, slashed in irradiated guitar and woeful (barely audible) vocals that sort of limped out from underneath. A faithful rendition of his impressive <a href="http://deadgum.bandcamp.com/album/g-a-i-n-e-r">GAINER</a> album, that wowed me completely. The tensile shapes of ‘Afraid of Heights’ itching with fret caked oblivions, the slow ache of Regain and it’s sycamore descents burning a Curtis-like bewilderment, that Reverse Mouth apocalyptia still smouldering within... lucid lights pushed begrudgingly into sobriety landing into a forlorn twilight of broken stars, shimmering loops, and a superb drug addled spoken word piece.<br /><br />
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Last up was <a href="http://www.sendhelp.org/">Embarker</a> who produced a gloriously mangled set...a deranged spira-gira of whir-shanked aberrations, collaging the comic and damn right unsettling...literally flying at you in whip crack angles verging off happily into uncharted multiples, an array of noises that startled and illuminated like fire crackers reverberating your skull, snookering into some sinister lab experiments full of delicious deformity. A bloody brilliant sign off to the night... and a creaking start to <b>Dead Gum</b> and <b>Embarkers</b> twelve day <a href="http://payload261.cargocollective.com/1/7/233685/7536752/tourss_13.jpg">tour</a> that cumulates in Athens on the 5th of December.<br /><br />
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Cloudboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03884302110743726267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145827.post-89918208913061337392014-10-01T20:40:00.000+01:002014-10-01T20:53:51.032+01:00Caermaen - Ian Watson<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVmNzmL3tZhHF_xW8n8A9FsFuuDQG6zBePvK7opFcan0eYbeyuzsvu7eBxGCp2TnY5FfR6QmN_3KojUunuEmotK_cJupJCcJUUKNwBn5MNWikEut2Tr07XNeMLp3Kx5J3XPwSHEg/s1600/20141001_195451.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVmNzmL3tZhHF_xW8n8A9FsFuuDQG6zBePvK7opFcan0eYbeyuzsvu7eBxGCp2TnY5FfR6QmN_3KojUunuEmotK_cJupJCcJUUKNwBn5MNWikEut2Tr07XNeMLp3Kx5J3XPwSHEg/s1600/20141001_195451.jpg" /></a><br /><br />
An investigation into frequency shifted feedbacks, <a href="http://www.dust-unsettled.com" target="_blank">this</a> oozes a minimalist vibe of shimmering metallics. A catalogue of machine phantoms and eerie tones that dimensionally ripple, feather cymbal-like across a stutter of desiccated mechanics. A highly tensile affair, it's mirages prey on your mind, keep you on the cusp of some macabre anticipation, as if an unseen magnetic presence were hovering disconcertingly over your shoulder, a sense of foreboding the cleverly entitled track titles milk perfectly. Totally loving the way the industrial flutter of <b>The Silhouette of a man, rendered in ash and soot stands at the window</b> seems to suggest just that.<br /><br />
<b>Three Imposters</b> continues the vibe, an unsettling of hertz, neatly divided into three. The first lingering in a tuning fork high, spectrum shifted, enveloped, it's sub atomics cannibalised. Pulsing out a chemical soup of slipping tones, finally delving into the lower registers puckered in slithering silverfish that séance-span some beautiful UFO’s and sawing mandibles.<br /><br />
The last track wrapping things up in a compendium of the first three, as gliding textures skim a grain-silo echo, and angry tremors buzz-saw, spark, and finally skid into silence – a worthy addition to horror’s growing vocabulary.<br /><br />Cloudboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03884302110743726267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145827.post-20482277237979057352014-09-30T19:30:00.000+01:002014-09-30T22:11:45.896+01:00ZamZamRec - Supreme Ritual Noise Action - Tipex Orchestra, Silver Waves, Ewa Justka, The Digitariat, Dave Philips <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP0hWgnDdGZBD9zeKS5SOskziB2lGCvMpWrp0wL0pZhY3VgH7mfxbi7Kiha67RLO_10h4qwMNNSX6l0VCBXxCcBL1_OVIWFdVckm5JoJwCWihFC1HRI9OjKr_NecoAXC3AJYp7ig/s1600/Tipex-Orchestra2.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP0hWgnDdGZBD9zeKS5SOskziB2lGCvMpWrp0wL0pZhY3VgH7mfxbi7Kiha67RLO_10h4qwMNNSX6l0VCBXxCcBL1_OVIWFdVckm5JoJwCWihFC1HRI9OjKr_NecoAXC3AJYp7ig/s1600/Tipex-Orchestra2.jpg" /></a><br /><br />
A great, if a little cramped night over at the old police station...couldn’t bear to miss another noise night and the chance of catching Dave Phillips in action sealed the deal... First up were the <b>Tipex Orchestra</b> an ad hock ensemble of arrhythmic fun... and the first time I've seen a step ladder used as an instrument... later thrown across the drums as things descending into a mosh pit pyramid of bodies, guitars and food...Henry Collins, a squashed plastic pagan beneath it all horn calling a truce.<br /><br />
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<a href="http://ssilverwavess.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">Silver Waves</a> – Shifted some satisfying noise and a bit of cymbal thrashing too, as grating abrasives were cut into wholesome chucks... the semi-sequenced candy, dynamically swinging the momentum into a fist of a finale... just like those 2nd Gen guys used to<br /><br />
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<a href="http://ewajustka.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">Ewa Justka</a>... flashing strip lighting and strobe...a hacked TV monitor giving visuals to the abstracts flowing forth... maybe adding to them...loads of tones colliding, colluding...skuttering your ear in curious rhythmics, eaten into by interference, a host of cross pollinating shapes weaving plenty of synaptic shocks and dronic blurs. The tempo joysticked around like a rag doll gouging a semi-realised techno before dicing it into a stutteridge of machine mirages... the flashing lighting adding further to the feeling of malfunction...In a word 'Brilliant!'<br /><br />
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<a href="http://thedigitariat.bandcamp.com/" target="_blank">The Digitariat</a> was Paul Knowles from Islington with numerous axes to grind and the most violent of the nights action... with his razor blades of high pitched squeal...and uber-harsh panel pins... screaming into the microphone backed by dense storm of atonalities...steep slabs of attack that reminded me of Phillip Best, minus the licked scrapbook of little children.<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.davephillips.ch/" target="_blank">Dave Philips</a> (Schimpfluch Gruppe pioneer) stole the show in abrupt machine smarts impeccably choreographed to screen splashes of Helvetica bold pointing the finger at our complacently / selfish consumption... a host of animal cruelty zapping the screen bathing us in the despicable stench of being human ......A dervish of drone curdling underneath, launched in sudden shocks of sonic violence... that image of a dead monkey with the word 'crap' tattooed on his shaven forehead sticking with me forever ...the room trembling to the onscreen horror of a bulldozed trench full of live pigs running blindly over each other to escape a tide of swallowing earth......DP's sniping mousetraps echoing the electrified spasms of test animals. Slit throats, abattoir scenes to a fizzing of wires... a repeating machine crunch that seemed to be screaming accusingly 'Use your eyes...your eyes...your eyes... as a trainered foot pushed firmly into the head of a wolf, it's jutting jaw crushed to a barrage of screeching wares... An amazingly powerful experience that left you hollowed out and wordless.<br /><br />
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Cloudboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03884302110743726267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145827.post-78942107638289314422014-09-26T19:20:00.003+01:002014-09-26T19:28:00.648+01:00How To Organise Your Life & Get Rid Of Clutter - Various Artists<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpt9HaJvDUyaplEE59iGuIJ5aEJyxZTVhgygQ6GuRzKhfSVSgqTofMTsGg74A-g1avb3fRHOvJnlN_9J7TC0u5TBE6IGRQOyfRX73gnrnWdtV9EzUuchcz1FuL9gOFuGFuFeSCzA/s1600/clutter.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpt9HaJvDUyaplEE59iGuIJ5aEJyxZTVhgygQ6GuRzKhfSVSgqTofMTsGg74A-g1avb3fRHOvJnlN_9J7TC0u5TBE6IGRQOyfRX73gnrnWdtV9EzUuchcz1FuL9gOFuGFuFeSCzA/s1600/clutter.jpg" /></a><br /><br />
This is a <a href="http://memorialsofdistinction.bandcamp.com/" target="_blank">brilliant eclectic mix</a>, offset by interludes from some self help seminar on the subject of relieving you of the burden of clutter. Personally, I love to wallow in stuff (clutter that is) finding neatness a teensy bit too sterile, but here the advice (given with a glinting smile no doubt) is the perfect foil for the fragility and jaded beauty on offer. A place where the shiny world of productivity meets the more human in break-beat, post everything flavours, shaking the tree in off-kiltered teenbeat tatters. Starts with 'Hidden', an intoxication of Mazzy Starr-esque vapours, <b>Sofia DeVille's</b> sultry vocals and candy curls of tabla making out with the creeping condensation of hypno strings and swirling breathe. Ab Jackson and his cheesy seminars kicking in straight after, his reverbed charms separating each track, sometimes blurring simultaneously in some weirded schisms of wasp vocals twisting your noggin in imagined tomorrows mixed with peculiar bends of flamenco.
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<b>Smiling Disease</b> stabs you in the chest early on with that amazing vastness - all splashed hand claps and symphonic choirs mincing over a dervishly additive baseline....closely followed by <b>Mewlips</b> piano melancholics... words stagger-stepping over broken beatitudes chewing over disaffections in asymmetrical poetics. The glorious technicolour head crashes of <b>Lizzard Bleach </b>are wholesome too... as they ply their 'cat swung' approximation of rock n roll / surf whatevers in glinting telecaster and thundering percussions, the ampage hissing like a deep fat fryer... and that's just half of side one!
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Compilations can be hit and miss but I'm hard pushed to find anything laggy in this collection, everything gleams a plenty, it's easy to see why this artefact has slipped into sold-outs-ville, but as ever the digital can be attained over in bandcampland for all eternity
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Cloudboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03884302110743726267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145827.post-5789124677506945572014-09-25T20:04:00.000+01:002014-09-25T20:04:49.524+01:00Lutine - White Flowers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeBBLOnd0zDn_hfT9P-3qHpkm5jhe7g51oZx7fdouGB0Ose3z4-QDuifxAHqGks0DfEakvThl5SlLQec70s1B_wW6hsw4o5rwOS09b2RJGoeYbC9Q9ci4A-fBV4-1BVZss5BwZNw/s1600/lutine-white-flowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeBBLOnd0zDn_hfT9P-3qHpkm5jhe7g51oZx7fdouGB0Ose3z4-QDuifxAHqGks0DfEakvThl5SlLQec70s1B_wW6hsw4o5rwOS09b2RJGoeYbC9Q9ci4A-fBV4-1BVZss5BwZNw/s1600/lutine-white-flowers.jpg" /></a><br /><br />
I'm staring at two colours, their colliding edges are vibrating like the harmonium of Espera - the opening song on <a href="http://frontandfollow.bigcartel.com/product/lutine-white-flowers-ltd-1st-edition">Lutine's debut album</a>, that glassy warmth of vocals they're plying just 'takes you back' with its dazzling purity... A hyper-real glisten where words are tied on shimmering currents, mixed with the cold tinge of Autumn... the approaching aperture of Winter drawn round a crackling fire...the perfect time to let this curl your ear. <br /><br />
Propped up by minimal tinder-sticks of piano, zither, the odd fluttering of Casio, the voices here are the main showcase... the sparseness of the surroundings emphasising a fragility that's hard to shake off...brings to mind the haunted ilk of Vashti Bunyan, Anne Briggs or the more recent Larkin Grimm or the Unthanks... but the crystal natures here are more a mirrored pool you can see the distorted bottom of, an Ophelia bound in the harmonics of love and tears, where piano fingers echo the vocals like falling blossom. Emma Morton and Heather Minor have certainly wrought a delicate debut that weaves quite a spell.<br /><br />
Cloudboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03884302110743726267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145827.post-36113808837245158362014-08-14T16:39:00.002+01:002014-08-14T16:39:22.745+01:00Supernormal Saturdaze9th August - Braziers Park Oxfordshire<br /><br />
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Two yeti(s) ( Hakarl and Diana Policarpo) were dispensing some experimental tap dancing in the granary, like a brutalist Astaire and Rogers slap-clapping contacts in a display of harsh percussions full of errant spikes of squealing microphone. Cramped in the narrow doorway, I only got a partial view of the brief spectacle that head glowed like some prized Schimpfluch aktion ... something that will be floating high on my recall list for evermore. <br /><br />
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Winding back a few acts, I caught <a href="http://www.alasdairroberts.com">Alasdair Roberts</a> in the barn, this was more traditional fare but no less impressive, with superb guitar skills on hand and a syrupy voice to boot. Dropping down to the main field I chanced on the last shots from <a href="http://www.cafecarbon.net/">The Gluts</a> (Gina Birch, Kaffe Matthews and Hayley Newman) an environmentally crusading girl band all masked up with white aprons (a lampoon of housework no doubt) ...Their ‘Summoning extinct animals’ interactives promoting the triangle handed audience to voice all manner of zoological gruntings was great fun. Their rambling anti capitalism deadpans was captivatingly primitive too...fanning oak leaves to the chants of ’ What do we want?’ a repetitive question affixed by righting all the world's wrongs interspersed with some suitably stupid stuff. Wished I'd taken in the whole thing.<br /><br />
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Wandering round, nursing niggling disappointments, revealed a host of electronic goodness far removed from the cherry picked main attractions. Laptop crunching and under the table metallic shadowings... maggoty sinewave shivers...tonal wars of etched water and salt patterned plates...You could say I was in my element laying back on the grass and appreciating the random outpours.<br /><br />
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Quickly checked on <b>Esben and the Witch</b>, but fancied more abstract goods, sampling the soft ambience and colour soaked mists of the unconscious archives in the disco tent before catching Sly and the Family Drone's bombastic energies from the middle of the field. A crowd encircled them like Dante's hellish many, as they plied their special brand of percussion and effect fodder that burned hot walrus and sticky toffee in your lobes. Anybody who hasn't grabbed their <a href="http://freq.org.uk/reviews/sly-and-the-family-drone-unnecessary-woe/">Unnecessary Woe</a> LP should do so at their earliest opportunity.<br /><br />
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My one day dip into Supernormal was very fruitful, one of the few festivals out there that has an interest in ideas/culture, but the highlight of it was undoubtedly the 2 hours(ish?) spent in the company of '<a href="http://partwildhorsesmaneonbothsides.com/">Part Wild Horses Mane on Both Sides</a>' in a darkened barn. If anyone lived up to their programme write up it was this foursome. The floor littered with horizontal bodies, the smell of burning incense hanging heavy in the spot lit gloom, the four corners taken by each performer as they peppered a creeping ambience with a strange amalgam of squeaks, creaks, clatter falls...assorted tape spillage and more than a little infused mystery... The clarinet slipping a dimensional schism of waling beast and guttural soup... everything bouncing beyond any fixed point of origin in a camouflaged subterfuge of differing perspectives and turning momentums ... This was high on the seductive stakes and an earful of subtle surprise, so much so I completely missed out on Teeth of the Sea and the majority of Part Chimp. Happened to spy the red light of a record status, so let's hope a double re-living is in the offing... <br /><br />
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Cloudboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03884302110743726267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145827.post-59717427063907517522014-08-03T11:53:00.000+01:002014-08-06T21:11:17.528+01:00Harry Iceman Furniss, T-Toe, Microdeform and AutotistikaCafe Kino, Bristol - 24th July <br /><br />
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I plied a quiet set of dronic skree and hypno loops with taped narrations weaving through...with a good bit of sinister throat action thrown in for good measure...I'd brought plenty of metal to bash around, but the occasion never presented itself, everything seemed content to shimmer in jewel encrusted waves...although the reverb unit did sneak in a few tasty moments towards the end...I reckon if I'd remembered that ghoulish ergo-toxins tape things might have panned very differently.<br /><br />
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<a href="http://microdeform.bandcamp.com/">Microdeform</a> was up next, I've been a fan of his peculiar brand of wobbly sample-tronics for some time - check the archives ...but on this occasion he surpassed even my expectations. Starting from a haunt of charity shop symphonics, he quickly moved into withered worms of tune...ash caught keyboards pulsing a solid underlay...jerked in stylus jibbers and handclapping Golems. This was seriously shimmer caked fare, beamed across in sustained waves of club-land curvature and leaking ellipticals. Pulsing servitudes, Tangerine Dream(ed) then chopped into looping Cambodia's...elegantly cut up into a piano melancholia that chimed into shadow boxed tangents... simply gorgeous. <br /><br />
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<a href="http://t-toe.net/">T-toe</a> was up next, apologised about being more pop... he sang over a pre-prepared iPod backing, furnished with a few instruments sidekicks... that little dubby number about how crap his local budget food store was, was brilliant, accompanied by the odd xylophonic tap... really catchy number that had you dangling on its lyrical hooks...The set swung more indie for the next track accompanied by trombone...then an Indian number that had a certain 'Sergeant Peppers' vibe to it... really enjoyed the variety, kookaburra-ed your head like some avant-karaoke... especially relished that angst ridden rolling around the floor screaming his head off.<br /><br />
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The <b><a href="https://www.facebook.com/IcemanFurniss">Harry Furniss</a></b> collective started in electric shivers, dowsed in fragments of trumpet, skirting skittles of drum...the bass swinging in, laying the foundations for that silky brassware to properly flourish... the four piece drawing their own panoramics, darting around each other like swallows eating up the breeze ...circling hazily, jivering, inserting some scrummy funkiness ... a gleam that suddenly rushes at you in a blur of 'open eyed' kinetics. Harry's trumpet charging off in some tasty tonalities that gave the angular electronics a serious run for their money. Great stuff!<br /><br />
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Cloudboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03884302110743726267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145827.post-15850504937424845632014-07-14T21:19:00.002+01:002014-07-14T21:21:45.205+01:00More from the Tape Attack vaults<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEher7-fCxtgjhcpw9HFw2eBZql8p8iP6rtrqlRYDSjXwkteCUm2kWtDUoljs2fTiMeFP4RLJbwBmtEVmudd9vF7lXnnOZ-ZagJ2_ru9dz0mnBoi9I8AXGT-_0XFCodectEyzSf-Cg/s1600/22.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEher7-fCxtgjhcpw9HFw2eBZql8p8iP6rtrqlRYDSjXwkteCUm2kWtDUoljs2fTiMeFP4RLJbwBmtEVmudd9vF7lXnnOZ-ZagJ2_ru9dz0mnBoi9I8AXGT-_0XFCodectEyzSf-Cg/s1600/22.jpg" /></a><br /><br />When it comes to skewed pop this inter-related lot excelled.. from the spiky incessancy of <b>Wirtschaftswunder</b> to the inspirational shambolics of <b>Silouettes 61 </b>all topped by a ridiculously addictive side order of <b>Radierer</b> ...<a href="http://tapeattack.blogspot.co.uk/2014/07/va-non-dom.html" target="_blank">this little comp</a> from 81 takes some beating...<br /><br />
Cloudboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03884302110743726267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145827.post-85945410694263007992014-07-05T11:37:00.000+01:002014-07-05T12:04:42.976+01:00Balinese Beast / Wham Jah - Split LP
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The A side starts in gentle silence, suddenly whipped up into a frenzy of erratic electronics, and tone abused obliques, the mood quickly galvanised into a solid spread of DAF heartbeats, all shiny and tight, pulsing out in sexy stretches of PVC with irregular sine abuses. A funnelling/ tunnelling of Meccano moles and atomising dronals, bulking back into a cut up lucky dip of caffeinated spiders. Ilan Manouach and Giorgos Axiotis of <a href="http://www.balinesebeast.com/" target="_blank">Balinese Beast</a> are having plenty of fun here scrambling your expectations with some stark ADHD originality, plying tasty angles glimpsed in cartooned tumbles, spray booth arterials and machine belches. Abstract narratives that dip into easy listening forays, only to be subversively tampered with in Donald Duck like pitch bends and kinetic travesties. Errant fryings of synapse, as the 'no-input scars' mix up approximations of techno, scribbled over with saxophonical Windolene. Roasting things on 'dot to dot' incisings and growling dogs to swoon a dub sensation that bends your ear in a wealth of carnival colour.<br /><br />
The flip is a chunky jam session from <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Wham-Jah/124822494300363" target="_blank">Wham Jah</a> tilting into serious Sunburned Hand territory . Burns bright and solid right from that Moroccan dawn offset. A heatstroke of incessant percussion, the sax leaking through the gaps...everything snaking ,growing in 'Flowers of Romance' stutters, back lit in some (really really nice) screaming skull subtleties. Lunges around beautifully, mournfully ecstatic, the pace wavering elastically from the slow burn of expectation to hard splashes of bhangra bone on skin, the noxious smell of burning rubber oozing from the metallics as you drown in those poodle eyes of the cover.<br /><br /> Go grab yourself a copy over at <a href="http://www.phasejunk.com/">Phase</a><br /><br />
Cloudboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03884302110743726267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145827.post-15426658042048717572014-07-01T23:48:00.002+01:002014-07-01T23:48:25.687+01:00Ingwertee - Urthsla<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBU0HXV6dhm49lZIfTZ1N98u1Vq1RZYSyxa2WNt-3BJU7RXJd9JX66wwvt0Mclrk25iBc6ThU1z_QQ11nW7NEuGY8KA2VyoLIRQhUpPCre9WS989Ftx2ddZNH_VxpnXtLgFlO5hg/s1600/a0635683266_10.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBU0HXV6dhm49lZIfTZ1N98u1Vq1RZYSyxa2WNt-3BJU7RXJd9JX66wwvt0Mclrk25iBc6ThU1z_QQ11nW7NEuGY8KA2VyoLIRQhUpPCre9WS989Ftx2ddZNH_VxpnXtLgFlO5hg/s1600/a0635683266_10.jpg" /></a><br /><br />17 plus minutes that purr in your ear like an ember of memory, your mind bleeding soft processions caught on scattering wings, subtle swarms of frequency. The repeated guitar refrain weaving it's loving magicks, the confetti(ed) words falling inexorability through... bound to a slow stretching of drone... Jajouka like phantoms grasping the heartfelt maybes in search of possible tomorrows...This <a href="http://urthsla.bandcamp.com/album/ingwertee" target="_blank">beast</a> certainly beguiles. <br /><br />Cloudboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03884302110743726267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145827.post-50980432731233261572014-06-10T21:02:00.000+01:002014-06-10T21:02:33.863+01:00The Wasp Boutique - Art-Errorist and Zsolt Sores
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This is quite excellent, if a little muffled in places... plucked from obscurity by the ever wonderful <a href="http://tapeattack.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/test-department-live-at-ritz-new-york.html" target="_blank">tape attack</a> whose riches really deserve a good write sometime soon... meanwhile there's rumours of a proper <b>test dept</b> reunion (Godflesh, Swans ... can 2014 get any better i ask?)<br /><br />Cloudboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03884302110743726267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145827.post-17139114149968506522014-06-05T19:53:00.001+01:002014-06-05T19:55:14.030+01:00Imaginary Musicks Vol 1 - Stuart Chalmers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtei7d_eJMRQmcQTtqunMSP3fY3SjAO1PpQZWjWyLEKXdGaKgeXaj3fEfnRlq9lhn4sBNwFquY0AdHG3_u4dVLkdpZMBxH1gPS7HYn1EgOEcchJCftQrnd9yPZEyQcPSnVQzP3uQ/s1600/stuartchalmers.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtei7d_eJMRQmcQTtqunMSP3fY3SjAO1PpQZWjWyLEKXdGaKgeXaj3fEfnRlq9lhn4sBNwFquY0AdHG3_u4dVLkdpZMBxH1gPS7HYn1EgOEcchJCftQrnd9yPZEyQcPSnVQzP3uQ/s1600/stuartchalmers.jpg" /></a><br /><br />
There's an alchemic quality to the sounds here; a warmth that curls your ear in smoky drifts of distant lands, deviational tongues. The serpentine flute, the mantra worn circles seem to fire-walk the tissue paper of consciousness, exacting a treasury of mellow magics. A parade of shifting focuses that conjure, dislocate on the burring rheumatism of drone. A painterly mirage of slipping multiples and fading memories, nomadic impressions of place lisping on prism caught thermals of the orient.<br /><br />
From the offing, <b>Ancient chant</b> touchstones a wavering dream of Eastern Europe embroidered in Bulgarian voices and flute... whereas <b>The Way of the Unborn</b> prefers to divine the remoteness of some Tibetan temple in the throes of ritualised repeats, filling your head with incessant prayers wrapped in reverberations of Aeolian metal and goatskin beats.<br /><br />
<b>Imaginary Musicks</b> casts quite a spell, lantern glows your head in a soft and seductive purr. I’m particularly partial to the de-tempo(ed) beat-box charms of <b>Spirits of the Phonograph Era</b> with that gospel preacher séance treading low in the mix, dealing out a shiver of subliminal pleasures. The reverse goods of <b>Walpurgis Night</b> are a musique concrete delight too, their planktonised slurs plying a plentiful array of strange curvatures that would leave Pierre Schaeffer green with envy. <br /><br />
If you’ve ever checked any of Stuart's live performances, and I strongly recommend you do, you’ll love the brain teasing whirr of <b>The Eternal</b> with its slipping fragments of tape curling the symphonic / jazzy goods, a lapis laided <a href="https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=Shinro+Ohtake">Shinro Ohtake</a> of plunder-tronic dexterity, ending (for this album at least) on the picturesque Cantonese sunset of <b>Floating World</b>, withering away on zither and insect filled dunes. Beautiful stuff that deserves plenty of replays.<br /><br />
Available as a self released disc at <a href="http://stuartchalmers.bandcamp.com/album/imaginary-musicks-vol-1">Stuart's bandcamp</a> or on tape over at <a href="http://www.beartownrecords.com/catalogue.html">bear town records</a> <br /><br />
Cloudboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03884302110743726267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145827.post-26452672497014770232014-05-13T20:58:00.000+01:002014-05-13T21:01:35.427+01:00Computer Music<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvtrFY5HLik9cnrhvOYRuc4JQezdbTGtSSM8S6zFln3cfPZYMLQv6tyF3uizlDqswYyUUgWTNJyX2PZ7pK3Pt6oXIxXXZGD_7XESUXeETiFzoMXKKOKONja_VLYonq-tSMlyeDXQ/s1600/computer_music.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvtrFY5HLik9cnrhvOYRuc4JQezdbTGtSSM8S6zFln3cfPZYMLQv6tyF3uizlDqswYyUUgWTNJyX2PZ7pK3Pt6oXIxXXZGD_7XESUXeETiFzoMXKKOKONja_VLYonq-tSMlyeDXQ/s1600/computer_music.jpg" /></a><br /><br />
Noise, drone and ecstatically infused computer horrors with more than a few mangled edges, this <a href="http://www.lfrecords.autmusic.com/">cassette</a> is the perfect antidote to our bright and shiny times, featuring Reynols co-founder Anla Courtis, Astral Social Club, Dsic, Seth Cooke, Ian Watson, Skjolbrot's Dan Bennett and many more including a little Autotistic nugget from me. Go sample the beast <a href="http://www.lfrecords.autmusic.com/computermusic.html">here</a>...<br /><br />
Cloudboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03884302110743726267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145827.post-81211799306705261492014-05-10T11:12:00.001+01:002014-05-10T11:17:06.506+01:00The Last Revenge<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGDvJavTSqLzAcmyxnRxB_-2-QkjoURarpOq-4fdBcOOSZAANjZCqJbmO2ulXLFOhyBCxOCoaFzriwucLlTafPmdbEdWN2ldDRm2wApfsjEYKhF0IaMILNNd9UaM-FZIGn7F_asQ/s1600/20140508_222728.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGDvJavTSqLzAcmyxnRxB_-2-QkjoURarpOq-4fdBcOOSZAANjZCqJbmO2ulXLFOhyBCxOCoaFzriwucLlTafPmdbEdWN2ldDRm2wApfsjEYKhF0IaMILNNd9UaM-FZIGn7F_asQ/s1600/20140508_222728.jpg" /></a><br /><br />
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Totally amazed to find <a href="http://www.discogs.com/Der-Plan-Die-Letzte-Rache/release/249980" target="_blank">this</a> in a second hand shop recently, in all its original release gate-folded glory too. It’s a peculiar beast, full of diverting tangents and sonic boomerangs, penned as a soundtrack for an equally odd film by Rainer Kirberg. A stylistically bound slice of German cinema, milking that black and white expressionist vibe for all it’s worth with a fair deal of surreal chucked in for good measure. Well worth checking out in its entirety below... whether you turn the captions on or off Erwin Leder certainly cockroaches a wicked Nosferatu creak.<br /><br />
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This <a href="http://www.frontandfollow.com/2014/03/kemper-norton-to-mahina-ep-w-doomed-bird.html" target="_blank">four tracker</a> is a remix project from <b>The Doomed Bird of Providence's</b> 2013 album <a href="http://fandf.bandcamp.com/album/blind-mouths-eat" target="_blank">Blind Mouths Eat</a>. Mr Norton takes their 18min Mahina , ode to a nineteenth century cyclone that wreaked a devastating blow to the coast of Australia, and slowly suspends the drama in ghostly ebbs of sustained texture. Australia's worst ever natural disaster, killing over 400 people, leaving dead dolphins some 50ft up cliff faces, many of its victims nameless immigrants and pearl-fishers. <a href="http://www.kempernorton.com/slurrings/" target="_blank">Kemper Norton</a>'s response is a touching one, a delicate stripped down; almost skeletal requiem to the lost. Its extraordinarily creative, an atmospheric pill that honours the dead in slowly sinking boat names, surnames caught upon swirls of semi opaque electronics. An EP choked with tonal gossamers and tapering washes that seem to fall through cold fingers and broken timbers. A sound that bubbles in the murky darkness, dissolving with the inexorable slip of heartbeats, consciousness... as if the past were leaking from the smoky filigree of an extinguished flame. Sterling work and highly recommended.<br /><br />Cloudboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03884302110743726267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145827.post-81030179610153250322014-04-24T20:01:00.000+01:002014-04-24T20:02:38.284+01:00International Scale / Short Stories<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfb_UYFDma8TUWnu5F0AGnI8pJR3ZYdbpjLxc5M55QAP2U0fNE42y5aQfzykvQA49Y14Qdrg0EhfCC3zSFDwVcUQbHmaH6KjCpiRK4l33wlHhMj7SiGntPrfCOH22zbRq1_nq1lw/s1600/remarema.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfb_UYFDma8TUWnu5F0AGnI8pJR3ZYdbpjLxc5M55QAP2U0fNE42y5aQfzykvQA49Y14Qdrg0EhfCC3zSFDwVcUQbHmaH6KjCpiRK4l33wlHhMj7SiGntPrfCOH22zbRq1_nq1lw/s1600/remarema.jpg" /></a><br /><br />
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxhBtke9FtU" target="_blank">Rema Rema</a> disbanded just after their first and only 12inch was released back in the early eighties. They left a hauntingly original document behind them in the shape of <b>Wheel in the Roses</b>. A departing gift full of sonic dismay and astounding clarity, four tracks that left you with an appetite for more... then 'bolting out of the blue' some 32 years later comes two more unreleased teasings on this <a href="http://inflammablematerial.bigcartel.com/product/rema-rema-international-scale-7-defiant-pose-8" target="_blank">7inch</a> that are just as satisfying, accompanied by a ten page article that hints at there being more in the vaults.<br /><br />
Cloudboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03884302110743726267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145827.post-26042902960384165382014-04-14T21:47:00.001+01:002014-04-14T21:47:38.655+01:00M.K.Lawnmowerman EP<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_y3CCRd5b-vHckLzZWUdpRePW5rW2RlN-tfLeP9ycCWaxC_GLeA2db7Fk9JTn_bP7a2rnu2icZkAyqKlt4oqjuk-GzV1Dk6H_1Zi86bJAdyLuiXbxXlMBy9nKqLhD9RCJ9nJToQ/s1600/a2825119674_10.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_y3CCRd5b-vHckLzZWUdpRePW5rW2RlN-tfLeP9ycCWaxC_GLeA2db7Fk9JTn_bP7a2rnu2icZkAyqKlt4oqjuk-GzV1Dk6H_1Zi86bJAdyLuiXbxXlMBy9nKqLhD9RCJ9nJToQ/s1600/a2825119674_10.jpg" /></a><br /><br />
The addictive beatitudes of this recent release from <a href="http://www.omcorerecordings.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">MK Lord</a> (<a href="http://rottenmeats.blogspot.co.uk/2012/02/poems-in-stone-membranes.html">Poems of Stone</a>) are great. Burning up in skidding rev’s of guitar and lyrical hooks a plenty. The right side of angry, a lean machine with star quality, <a href="http://mklawnmowerman.bandcamp.com/track/cctv" target="_blank">CCTV</a> being a definite contender of my song of the year.<br /><br /> Cloudboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03884302110743726267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145827.post-52006989928789790062014-04-12T16:55:00.000+01:002014-04-12T16:55:08.305+01:00Ministry of Wolves and Hazel Winter The Exchange, Bristol - 24th March<br /><br />
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Re-interpretations of Brothers Grimm.... Now this could have fallen on its face, but it didn't. After a tentative start the 'Bad Seeds' noirs were flowing nicely, firm holds of organ tensiles and diving bass lines. Mick Harvey's percussive pleasures cobbling the melodies with interesting angles, giving out obsessive lights, buoyant branches on which those fairytale rewrites cranium sparked. Oooo this was beautiful, a crack in time where fantasy dribbled through. Wallfisch vocals booming satisfyingly, Alexander Hacke - Woody Allen like with his thick rimmed glasses dealing some delish psychosis in between the funnies, yelling out on Rumpelstiltskin as his guitar ripped open. Couldn't avoid the Anita Lane comparisons with Danielle de Picciotto's voice, that slightly sinister whim mingling with the wide eyed innocence... coupled with the hurdy gurdy on 'Sleeping Beauty' she was intoxication... <br /><br />
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The support, Hazel Winter, unleashed quite a storm before all this... her fiery acoustics, and vitriolic humour were a force to be savoured. Here's a taster from her set finale. <br /><br />
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Some great new releases from one of my favourite Belgium imprints <a href="http://hareakedod.tumblr.com/">Hare Akedod</a>. The artists here are always a mystery, the goods consistently rewarding and <a href="http://hareakedod.bandcamp.com/album/006-forklong-daruplat">Forklong Daruplat's</a> warm acoustics are a sparkling reminder of this. A sound that is definitely up there with the likes of Basho, Blackshaw for strong diverting narratives and curling atmospherics. A vibe, the other (soon to be) released <b>Ōgon Batto</b> cassette secures in a more strung out macabra of tribal weaves and wavering energies... here's a <a href="https://soundcloud.com/hare_akedod/007-ogon-batto-jacht-op-allen">teaser</a> to whet your appetite. <br /><br />
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