Monthly Archives: November 2011

:zoviet*france: e18

yes! long time no hear. i’d assumed the buggers were in semi-retirement. but! new material from my favourite concrètists / typeset fetishists. this is kinda playful, kinda pretty. just a shame there’s nothing to untangle, unwrap, uncork with aac’s…

medicine: aruca

captured tracks rereleasing this. gorgeous bit of noise it is too.

blaze foley: clay pigeons (secret seven)

in terms of song as summation, of man / myth, lucinda williams’ drunken angel nails it. buncha verses that get to the core of blaze foley and his fucked cosmology (but hell could have been written about van zandt or hank williams, steve earle or johnny cash in the depths of their respective artistic highs/personal [...]

alex chilton & sid selvidge: my rival (filmed by william eggleston)

via @queen_viper

pete swanson: man with potential (type)

jesus… beats on an industrial scale. precision noise. early yellow swans locked in brutal coitus with tony surgeon. jesus… full album streaming here  

teinosuke kinugasa: a page of madness (via loren connors)

on a related note, the new haunted house record on northern spy is something special.

mattin: exquisite corpse

detourn yourself! this shrieks. debord’s like a fucking spectre hanging over me just now. letterists got a fist in my ass working me like a ventriloquists dummy. yup mattins’ back. reductionally, indulging the destructive/restrictive rockist impulses of billy bao with a spewy fervour not seen since… okay not the last billy bao record (urban disease) [...]

the charlotte hornets

jesus this is messy. three chords and a 4/4 beat taken apart with a claw hammer and left to scab itself back together. sneers of empty postgrunge acoustic and new wave rock und roll battling through a fucked a.m. radio miasma. a howl of backwards masked guitar, thrift store keyboard presets and overdriven machine klank [...]

keiji haino, stephen o’malley & oren ambarchi: la gaite lyrique: 08.11.11

it’s sunday morning. have some unreasonable volume.

wolf eyes / pbk: rabid

lost (kinda) wolf eyes / pbk collaboration based around david cronenberg’s film. not really *wet* enough to work in that context but a crack(l)ing listen nonetheless. get it here

butthole surfers: blind eye see’s all

diego chamy, jean luc guionnet & seijiro murayama: why improvised music is so boring: instal 2010

got sent this video after making reference to catherine christer hennix (both involved in last years instal festival). by an odd coincidence i appear towards the end demanding the fucker sing a song or do something other than read off a piece of bloody paper. a rum affair all in all and i recall being [...]

wounded knee: house music (gerry loves records)

i’ve become fascinated by the voice again recently. dylan nyoukis dragged out of foosty shelves, mattin’s new rockist record pieced together starting with vocals, the fuss over lou reed croakling on lulu, my ever-present love for tim eriksen. so i guess now’s as good a time as any to barely mention drew wright again. s’weird given the [...]

ekoclef: keep the lighthouse burning bright and true tonight

watch:

sic alps: 1/2 rabbit sandwich with fries

sic alps / drag city

metallica and lou reed: lulu (vertigo)

a convergence of masquerading annoyances this week: dead copy/filler as journalism, cut ‘n’ paste press releases as reviews, composite thinking as discussion, prewritten reviews as criticism… feel like i’m trapped in the belly of metacritic and the aggregator is bleeding to death… criticism by consensus? meh. mashing a buncha stuff together into one amorphous nonopinion. [...]

woods: skull

from the woods / kurt vile tour split on woodsist

lou reed: see that my grave is kept clean

from the harry smith project

ix tab: humchatter

first listen: chewy, pleasant, airy, hollow. a liminal taste somewhere between the artificial handbag tang of irn bru and the unknowable umami. hearing: moist finger tips rubbing euclidean shapes on crystal glass rims. hiccups of insects. somewhere / something green and dewy to throw slow geometric shapes at / to. after a while you realise [...]

john fahey: live: august 1997

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