Monthly Archives: May 2011

magik markers: mother was magik (arbitrary signs)

wild. fucking wild. total out-there skronk jams recorded live at the stone this year. a triumvirate of elisa ambrogio, pete nolan and john shaw (who hand painted the envelope packaging). far as i’m concerned it’s the best thing they’ve put out since boss. and it exists in a mainly opposite world to that record’s (relatively) [...]

él-g: zebulon: brooklyn: 07.04.11

surely must be about time for a new él-g record, non? it’s been two years since capitaine présent 5…

barn owl: sonic: 21.05.11

matta: release the freq

needing more of this sinister bucolic dubsteppy kindof thing. rural chris cunningham / we3 vibes. no concrete in sight. ad noiseam / kim holm

gil scott-heron is dead…

so turns out i’m new here was an epilogue…  he says, if you gotta pay for things that you’ve done wrong, then i got a big bill comin’ at the end of the day. he says this and laughs. he sings  no matter how far wrong you’ve gone you can always turn around. amen brother. [...]

white fang: grateful to shred (marriage)

the opening gambit on this rambunctious bugger of a record tells you everything you need to know: grateful to shred / sooner or later gonna wind up dead / woah-oh-oh! y’know this word spew should end there. nothing else to say that isn’t summarised neatly, encapsulated perfectly in that one hollered phrase (this and the [...]

ee cummings: (tonite in nigger street

unpublished ee cummings poem discovered. yes he says nigger. six times. no i’m not sure what to make of this. no it doesn’t make me love his work any less. nor question my ethics in doing so. see also ezra pound, burzum, frank miller and a hundred others… via the awl

big’n: spare the horses (africantape)

see what i dug about the whole noise rock thang back in the day was that brutalist reduction of hard rock. touch and go. quarterstick. amrep. alla this built around someone taking a claw hammer to zz top. no creedence, no killdozer. no angus young, no albini variations. linearly (as this brief narrative goes) one [...]

vergence: florian hecker / tina frank

via @bill_kouligas

rome pays off: there’s no simple explanation (trace)

man, this is all about suggestion, vague explorations of similar meandering tropes across twelve tracks. so unsettlingly ambivalent that i dunno what to make of the bugger… named, i presume, after the basquiat painting and yr gonna be disappointed if expecting puckish / punkish fizz and bluster. instead it’s more of rothko’s (the band / [...]

bill orcutt: live on east village radio

dave phillips: neon marshmallow fest: 20.08.10

brain/soul/gutfuck. be warned.

wreck and reference: black cassette

yes! i know you’ve all been waiting for a guitarless doom(ish) band with a neato line in german philosophical riffing. well goddam here they are. two fellas from california and not a buzzing downtuned string among them (kind of). wreck and reference indeed. a whole spitting strammash built on drums and vocals, samples and keys. [...]

hacker farm: poundland

rejoice! this is a celebration: of the obsolete. of the broken. of detritus. of things discarded. but found and rehomed and nurtured back to life. of junk remade, recontextualised, reformed. an electric parade of that which was dead brought back to life. s’fucking zombie tech spewing out machine noise and west country creole. not so [...]

matmos: fruitmarket: glasgow: 14.05.11

incredible show from matmos at the weekend. ‘cept for those dicks talking over the first ten minutes. no, wait that was me… creepy ritual music for psych(iatric) explorations and ganzfeld occultists… then full on neonheadworship grinding against yr faceholes… swear at one point they transmogged into khanate, started hurling out great gobs of doom… and a [...]

petrels: haeligewielle (tartaruga)

i write this by what’s left of the clyde shipyards on a typically pissing glasgow afternoon. this record resonating on many levels; aurally, but also with a peculiar sense of time and place, to objects and locations, to history and landscape, to myths and scale, to the elements and (failed) attempts at conquering of. which [...]

ira cohen is dead

knew the fucker was in trouble and goddam i’ve been out the loop for a month or so but another passing that seemed to pass by without much fanfare. for me: part of that weird nexus where words and music and image and ritual meet. part of that (internal) elseworlds of bill boroughs and jack [...]

charles bukowski: on the bum

moving from city to city i always had two pairs of shoes my work shoes were thick and black and stiff. sometimes when i first put them on they were very painful, the toes were hardened and bent back but i’d get them on on a hangover morning. thinking, well here we go again. working [...]

expo ’70: blackout (sonic meditations / debacle)

  seem to be doing this shit in pairs just now… two massive fuck-off acid (in every sense) live jams from expo ’70. in numbers: two sides, two thirty one minute sets from ithaca and manhattan, october ought nine, two fellas (justin wright, matt hill), two guitars, one korg, one moog, one drum machine. it’s [...]

the cosmic dead: s/t (who can you trust?)

remember monster magnet – specially tab (mibbe spine of god) era – when those longhairs were still tripping, teasing out mad strands of heavy metal chunter and swirls of silvery ectojazm from narcotic brains. before wyndorf ditched the shrooms, strapped on his shiny leather pants and turned into the fucking scorpions, into some hard-rock cypher. [...]

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