moodring: scared of ferret.  this is a rum bugger.  some kindof noirish jazz exotica.  part david lynch part sun ra.  has someof that primitive psyche folk vibe that all the best sunburned hand of the man shit has.  when they get into the hazy fug of percussive grooves and prog lounge freakouts all the ghosts in my haunted head get queered the fuck out.  it’s a heady mixture of the organic and the synthetic, full of spook-house vocal mumblings and claustrophobic dub clatter.  dense.  full of smoke and tar.  man do i dig this.

remora: derivative.  imagine a hundred roy montgomery’s exploding at the same time and yr somewhere near the geetar sound on this.  it’s kindof unrock (although there is an almost arpeggio in all our times have come).  a similar epic six (and twelve probably) string drone loop and post-whatever sonic violence as aidan baker or justin broadrick peddle.  it’s a huge bloody wall of electrikal whooomph and glacial tones.  apparently he’s jiggered about with a buncha tracks by hefner and pere ubu (misdirection maybe?) and warrior soul among others to produce this oddly listenable beast.  not that i can recognise anything of the sort among the wet bursts of ambient noise and pop-doomerry.  and hell any fella with the big brass balls to cover coil deserves yr uninhibited love.

slicnaton: basendrums.  plinky free- somethingorother if i was being facetious.  but i’m not, so really its somewhere betwixt free jazz and glitch and classical.  an idea which if yr not of the right persuasion should rightfully freak you the fuck out.  i’m reminded of a computer age the hunter gracchus in their manipulation and (re)deconstruction of the live percussive and stringed wood.  it’s rhythmic in an off-kilter all over the place way.  and it fizzes and buzzes and klangs and thumps it’s way rather nicely through my big headphones.  give it time and it comes together like some thousand piece jigsaw puzzle of pierre schaeffer.  i’m rather smitten by this record.

silber records