Monthly Archives: September 2011

不失者 (fushitsusha): 01.09.10

haino’s guitar really is an erotic marvel…

robbie basho: live: 22.07.78

live set from the robbie basho archives (link below). typically gorgeous string work but yr gonna have to cope with some singing… robbie basho

woods: live 13.08.11

gnod: vatican (drumcunt remix)

gnod / drumcunt

momus: the sea roared in the room

this is a tribute to novelist william golding, born a hundred years ago this week. constructing a sort of poem from selected phrases in his daughter judy golding’s radio memoir of her father, i set it to my own music and images from peter brook’s 1963 film of lord of the flies. momus

die gozentrischen 2: computerschlagzeug

felix kubin as a lad… felix kubin

barn owl: turiya

captain miracle vs science

john praw: fireworks 1989-2010 (mine all mine)

slightly too much meat, too much gristle and sinew and flesh hanging off these bones to be dismissed as ambient. it’s a bit too wonky. draws attention to itself. drones that owe as much to boards of canada or stars of the lid as eno, thankfully. always felt he somewhat misread (or misheard…) satie and [...]

chimerical sound engine: learning curve

wonky techno? creepy ambient? industrial pop? i dunno. s’all good though. picture a venn diagram where tangerine dream, the klf’s chill out and coil intersect. and yr probably nowhere near what this sounds like… but it ain’t fucking dubstep and that’s the important thing here.

john fahey: in christ there is no east or west

echo beds: an agonist revision of a futilist lament

if you ever wondered what an einstürzende neubauten score for john carpenter’s prince of darkness would sound like then prepare for dream to plough pornographically into reality. unsettling creeping silence mirrorsmashed by jagged lumps of n.u. unruh-ish industrial junk clatter. ugly hiss. steam valve klank. garbled messages. future warnings. exorcisms. yes! we’re in the navidson [...]

bill orcutt: is junk power absolute? / bill orcutt’s lament

new record’s out on editions mego. and it’s bloody good.

mattress: eldorado (malt duck)

sweaty, twitchy and slightly zonked. existing somewhere between chrome and the birthday party and suicide. all those fucked kindofbutnotreally one man garage bands that clutter up yr most moist dreams. the kind of frazzled machine gospel klank and rant you might get from some post-whatever siltbreeze sponsored revivalist. that’s eldorado. there’s melody ‘neath the psych’d [...]

mike diana

read an interview this week with mike diana in richardson magazine, reminding me a) to dig out iron monkey’s glorious grinding my problem record and b) that besides the almost comedic monotony of severed cocks, rapes and dismemberments there’s some crazy fucking smart/funny transgressive artistry going on.

burial hex: book of delusions

wooden wand: motel stationery

‘kay last mention of james jackson toth for a while. like a broken bloody record i am… anyway this has a nice lethargic mascis-y feel to it. fucking loving the sleeve too. briarwood’s out 7th november on fire records.

wounded knee: helmsdale herring

this is quite possibly the most gorgeous thing i’ve heard this year… wounded knee / bandcamp this reworked version of ewan maccoll’s “shoals of herring” is based on research during my archive trails residency at the school of scottish studies and relocates the narrator from great yarmouth to the east neuk of fife. recorded live [...]

dolphins into the future: two romantic landscapes (beniffer editions)

inspired by landscapes (as oppposed to seascapes) so altogether less aquatic burble and more warm igneous gloop. yes! beniffer / experimedia

borden, ferraro, godin, halo & lopatin: just a little pollution

david borden. james ferraro. samuel godin. laurel halo. daniel lopatin. jesus! (as an exclamation of joy not, y’know the dude hisself working a moog). the machine music traveling wilburys. this is fucking gorgeous… rvng intl

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