Monthly Archives: December 2011

good saints: driftwood on the fire

yet more music involving saint james toth, surely-by-god the definitive polyphiloprogenitive of 2011. and for what it’s worth, briarwood, probably my favourite record this year.  some bold, straight-faced / straight-laced kristofferson moves going on here. despite what pitchfork’d have you believe it’s been a pretty good year for fellas with guitars singing songs.

cellular chaos

buncha words from weasel walter.

aaron dilloway: shatter all organized activities (eat the rich)

damaged electronics, seasick tones, corroded tape bastardisations and mutant vox. yup, dilloway’s back. new record – modern jester – next month on hanson.  

the residents: ode to billie joe

buncha tracks and some gnarled covers (including this take on one of my favourite creepy numbers) on the residents soundcloud page.

dwarr: are you real

drag city / yoga

holy mountain: great monkey

new track from glasgow’s doomish cerberus. a double dose of unreconstructed hair and squall on chemikal underground next year. boss!

the n.e.c.

m’kay maybe this is a bit too fancy to be dismissed with a wave of fuzzbox, three chords and 4/4 beat, as mere garage. but the core is thatkindofthing. s’pose it’s coming from the same place as the amen dunes record sacred bones put out this year: spacemen 3, phil spector, 13th floor elevators, etpetercetera. [...]

e.p. hall: mechanical hands

i like e.p. hall’s music, made with voice and guitar. i like even more that the songs end up kinda damaged when she’s done with them. i like how it’s prettiness is skewed. i like that it’s off-centeredness unbalances. i like it sometimes when wheels aren’t reinvented just spun a slightly different way. i like [...]

dog faced hermans: le cafe shakes: 01.11.94

full set from the best band there was before the ex…

the lord: jesuit trifle syndrome (exotic pylon)

what the fuck is this? they shriek, lunging for the (virtual) volume knob. slapping hands back with fiendish precision, i counter, glossolalia. their confusion gains me valuable seconds. i’m quickly armed and brandishing. by way of explanation i sink into religious trance and start babbling in aroused, slurred cut-up: of lord rod i fear, his [...]

talvihorros: descent into delta

epic drone (like there’s any other kind). all trembles, sighs and ellipses… less facetiously, this is pretty textured. the kinda thing i used to dig about labradford. guitar strings to the fore, often gently damaged beyond recognition but oh when it drifts into great yawned notes and breezeblock reverb, well my heart get’s all a-fluttered. talvihorros

street trash

i already got trouble with my kids my wife my business my secretary the bums the runaways the roaches and a homo dog… exploitation of the highest order. poetry as desperation. booze, homelessness, apocalypse. a world of liquor stores, ruined tenements and junkyard rot. vietnam war veterans, dirty fucking freaks. immigration, consumerism, mental illness, dreamstates, [...]

hey colossus: dominant male (clan destine)

acid mothers temple & the melting paraiso ufo: the ripper at the heaven’s gates of dark (riot season)

crikey. it’s been a relatively restrained acid mothers year so far. just the cracking pikacyu*makoto combo (i think…). and kinda fitting that this is the most reserved record they’ve put out; titles, tracks, length, music all exhibiting a relative stately grace. ripper as the basis for lcd soundsystem’s losing my edge: but have you seen [...]

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