Sunday, December 08, 2013

Stereocilia - Murmurations



These loop locked goods from Stereocilia are beautifully understated. A subtle ooze of medication in mellow glows of diffusing contour, as if you were standing on that drifting tide-line of drone, your eyes mirrors, reflecting the infinite curve of perpetually folding gravities. FWD>>’s charms are certainly many, you hardly notice its 24min duration, wilfully caught in that curling foundation as golden boughs of chord sew the horizon in Klee-like hues.

Dilute, continues the vibe, possesses a filmic ‘Herzog’ quality...a Popol Vuh withering fruit of spiral armatures ... your skull slowly cooked in a purr of meditative lines... dissolving...undulating in rhythmic eddies, puckered in a thoroughfare of synthetic speech leisurely eased out of existence.

But it’s that last track that clinches it for me; Bright Light. It's like a vivid memory caught on the jangled glare of some water’s surface. Repetitive loops counter fed in growing colour, thread round a muffled throb of a heart-beat . Embroidered further in secondary chords, idyllics that tantalise a surface spread in raindrops and cross stitchings that slowly lose themselves in soft puppy fur. Déjà vu engines of the highest order, trickling through your sub-conscious, unknotting the damage life throws at you.

Friday, November 22, 2013

Autotistika, Echoes throughout the caverns of Leytonstone, Dan Cooper and Tlön - 16th November 2013 Cafe Kino Bristol



It was great to banish those 'first on' knots in my anatomy with some well needed noise love. Plumbed for an improvised approach for this Autotistika set and it turned out to be oddly musical, layered in plenty of rogue spears, clanging metal and Dettol sprayed contours...Quite a workout, which left me more than a bit frazzled 30mins later. Ripping off my clown mask, I was shocked by the amount of peeps that had gathered to watch... Thanks goes out to talented www.ronnalee.com for that excellent photo of me in action.



Next up was Echoes throughout the caverns of Leytonstone. He started with hiccupping debris and crunching clutches... a ping pong of skipping percussions knitting away, clanking like the wooden arms of a loom caught on the drone of an aircraft. Sibilant waves, akin to Freddy Krueger stroking venetian blinds, producing some nice subliminal falls from the speakers. I swear that amp was screaming Boudicca at one point, before everything switched to a feed of lush guitar ratchets and bruised rhythm glints... A transitional slide of hypno-goo descending from the jungle canopy, chopped into corridors of endless mirrors... leaving a beautiful replicate spinning inside your head...



Dan Cooper, one half of Brown Torpedo... was all over the place. A patchwork of noise-making and hilariously observed poetry pinned to annoying childhood memories. Spoken word redefined with tonal chokes of machine... an unholy roar, fumbled garnishes, plastic playthings and sex toys...pick-up fed butchered lullabies and screeching banshee. Smashed guitar strings.... the chattering of a pink vibrator on concrete accompanying the next word salvo...’Jesus looked down in disapproval ‘ he stated to the sucking swirl of iron filings, then the lumbering of metallic boots... Numb winds of ill fortune accompanying the final chapter, punctuated by a raspy beat-box snare that fittingly had seen better days and a retarded trickle of broken chime... Fab stuff!!



Tlön was the headliner... a duo comprising of Liam McConaghy (Microdeform) and tape maestro Stu Chalmers... musical oddness with cinematic washes and floor tom militaries... Frankly, I was gobsmacked! Beautiful stuff... simultaneously dreamy and chaotic, swept in curving textures and intriguing torques, surfing noisy cankerous swells and impending rhythms. A waltz of tribal flavours and deflating orchestras... whirring nectar soothed in sustained gropes of keyboard, full of tilting hooks and dancy beats shot through with shrapnel ...... Literally can't wait for next year's debut to hit ...



Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Chicaloyoh



Really gutted i missed this and all of the other ear candy flowing from the recent Woolf Music festival... here's hoping it happens again next year...

Fag Studios Weekender - Malcolm Julian Swan, Salope, Joined by Wire, Blackhoods

Sunday 22nd Sept - Fag Studios, Bristol





This place is great, catacomby, underworldly... Punters cramming into the tiny cellar performance area... watching the stage through peoples legs, or huddling against damp walls. Sadly missed a few of the early acts, but fortunately caught Malcolm Julian Swan in mid-flow... a bizarre Billy Brag of surreality with a skewed sartorial wit and lamby face mask... Bent over, reciting from his hand held prose... staggering round the sodium soup of his rich imaginings... oozing comedic truths aplenty, poking the corpse of nostalgia with fresh paintwork... minimal backing from an auton-like bassist in the alcove shadows. Inspired, inspiring and so mind stirringly simple. Can't recommend his recent zamzam tape enough... "Ignore that thing in the corner", he muttered... "that thing in the corner... the TV?... no your grandmother"... Genius!



Next up Salope (I'm told means French for bitch), a newish project from Gareth of Big Naturals fame, demonstrated quite a swerve in direction from those usual ear tearings. A bassy, dronic soup of electrics and 21st century cello rubs. The generated canker full of Coil machinings and warbling debris, drone candy moving into loop locked goodness, a head-hunter beat over-wrought in wavering cello seraphs...





The Scabied claws Joined by Wire were welding were great... trebly shimmers of guitar threading on through the debris in a gilded flying saucer attack vibe, wrapping round the pickup echoes and mouth-washed ulcers. Strange porpoise-like gurgles and wharfing sub-currents in an unholy rumbling. The whole caboodle sounding like the collapsing bell towers of Sunday churches interspersed with whirling drills...



Blackhoods were exceptional... burning a post rock vibe and more so. Standard loop metronomics given a meaty redux... Loop feverings like jack hammering typewriters, overlaid into some really nice dark currents and guitar/bass interactions...Labraford curves and beautiful rhythmic thunders... locking horns whilst still oozing plenty of unusual flavours... getting joyfully over laboured and additively danceable.

Thinking back now I really wished I'd stayed around for Mark Wagner and the Microdeform finale...



Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Nocturnal Industry - Microdeform



An investigation into loop mechanics and so much more. This 3 track EP further expands the rhythmic sorcery laid down on last year’s Mortlake...Pretty much a live document, it’s a very hands on affair, a well controlled bleed conjuring plenty of satisfying goo.

The title track judders nicely into focus, vintage grooves melding with symphonic hoops and humming electrical gates. A scuffed ambiance intruded upon by a lard-filled bag of solo beat, brilliantly soothed in some lovely ribbonised glides of sustained guitar. Everything tapering on ebbs of diffused twilight and bendy reflections, re-energised in the effervescent wow of a struck match.

The embers of the previous track transpose seamlessly into the soup of the next. The Graveyard Shift... a dense drone fruit with sickles of Germanic voice. It’s a jewel of activity, the chemistry of the first track rearranged then pushed into further cohesion with a hessian beat and tabla refrain. Oozes a divine off-kilter krauty vibe to die for, chased in gilded keylines and venting pressures. A vibe that’s soon mangled in siren and peeling symphonic repeats, finally swallowed in ample needle play.

In contrast, the last track Sleep Deprived At First Light skips Stravinsky-like cusps of tension and highlights of syrupy trumpet. The slash/oblique of surface noise dribbling through the bassy chaff as the varying outcomes are transit flung in differing directions... Rileyesque licks of faux guitar embellishing the hypnotic enchantment further in medicating spiderings. If this EP is anything to go by, the next long player from Microdeform is going to be well worth the wait.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Germseed - Postcards from the Isle of the Dead (Part One)



Recorded after Hypernature but released before...this EP is quite a departure from the thickety buzz of the former, with the drama pared down to the bare essentials... Super sparse flavours, husk like and dry elliptical fruits of absence... The Braille of dusty vinyl 'run outs' giving out an ‘otherness’ on black bright... as if divining the beyond in eerie slips of skating textures and crackle... the persistent churn of wavering drone, a hypnotic funnelling for the needlework...

This is elegantly simple...whether it's the vari-tone poem of some vibrating skull on the man with the long black brain... or the mournful cry of animal horns on ishquenza... it certainly holds your attention... a delicate balance that's best played out late at night...The ideal situ for it to draw on your consciousness like a cleverly conjured spell... The séance samples and shifting hissologies of the last track gently orbiting the truth yet sealing the deal, gloom glowing with protozoic suggestions that you’re probably not alone.

Monday, July 29, 2013

Anklepants



Prosthetics man turned musician in action for Network Awesome... and if that tickles your fancy there's some more milky white goods from him over at love love

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Night Sky Eye



I'm proud that the first release on my new DIY mirco-imprint Autostatic should be a tribute to the unique individual that was Joey Chainsaw...

It's been percolating for a while, a personal attempt to fill the vacuum of his passing with something tangible, prompted by a combination of weird coincidences, and borne of the invaluable collaborations with Jewelly (his sister). You could say 'Night Sky Eye' evolved slowly, piece by piece, without any preconceptions, borne from the darkness; for the 'night sky' that often filled his eye... A farewell fanfare for a much remembered and missed friend in jaded idyllics and salty static, with all profits going towards making Joe's dream of releasing something (of his) on vinyl a reality...

This 58 minute disc is lushly packaged in fold around full colour arts from Jewelly and myself, enclosed with a leaf skeleton and one of the last snapshots i took that inspired the albums latter melodies... Listen with love...

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

That Fucking Tank, Russian Blue and Infrared Bear

The Bell, Devizes Friday 12th July



Don’t look down, don’t look down... that guitar was talking in incessant repeats...the vertigo inducing combo of slamming drums and muscular riffs trying to pull the floor away... the cymbal action, like metallic claws all over those frets... some fast acting corrosion for the ears... Wasn’t convinced by That Fucking Tank at the start but they quickly suckered me in... that insistent gnaw, that swerving restlessness of riffery... bright and loud switching fret action with plenty of flinty arrows... catching odd forays of Sabbath free floating... This duo certainly weren’t penned in by any limitations... locking horns convincingly...a stop/start prairie dog chewing plenty of bone and spewing the rhythmic goo like a late night takeaway making spatter cakes on the pavement... left my ears hissing like a pit full of vipers...



Two bands were supporting... really liked the first, think they were called Infra-red Bear... another drums and guitar combo... an amphetamine loaded affair of veiny chordage, and panel punched skin... pleasure surfing the angles and retractions... A few shouty hardcore yelling moments creaming the candy, tickling my inner ‘Rollins’. Their soundscloud just doesn't do them justice, capture that live bite!...



Russian Blue were good too, classic 'current crop' indie... that interweave of bass and two guitars incredibly tight, rewardingly wrought... nailing the drums with plenty of conversation and Vampire Weekend lyrical shifts... they even jabbed me with a few overdriven pedal punches, but as lasting furrows go The Tanks totally stole the night's crown...

Tuesday, July 02, 2013

Hideous people, Panzer Panzees, Tim Hurford and Twin

Swindon Post-Modern - 22nd June 2013



First up was a virtual performance from the Hideous People... a duo of punky vocal snipes and gnarly guitar... a set of really short songs, the lyrics of which seemed to get buried in that thickety accompaniment... luckily 'Your Gunna Die Die Die! wasn't one of them...





Twas lovely to dish the noise out again, the first live outing for the Panzer Panzees was a satisfying racket... cranked up amps and effect agitations a plenty... leashed into to a vocal face off between me and Andy P... burnt quite quickly leaving space for an epilogue of feedback spectres, sandpaper psychosis and bubbling vox that twisted a more sinister blade...







Next up Tim Hurford was like an alt Des O’Connor ... a real crooner, despite the P.A. malfunctions... after he's first number he exclaimed 'I’m on fire'... but this wasn't any James Brown pastiche as his jacket's arm was actually a flame...luckily he managed to stomp it out before any damage was done and the sprinklers got a sniff... His usual band the Transpersonals couldn’t make it for the night... total pity as i was really looking forward to some surfing bird action ... but disappointments were totally erased by that Sinatra /Beatle-esque solo direction of his ...... That hidden orchestra and Mr Flop's schizoid vinyl grooves Brylcreem(ing) his delivery into some Lynchian smear-fest... the vodka was definitely taking hold at this point but the whole thing definitely felt like an out-take from Twin Peaks as those comedic lyrics ran a carrot to Tim’s sliding feet ...



Now Twin was absolutely beautiful... ended the show in blissful folds of shimmering guitar that floated your head like a flotilla of brightly coloured butterflies. A real Lisa Gerrard moment for me... those ether-like gilds glowing ember like... streamers of vocal breathing through a filigree of delicate skeletons collapsing on freshly etched riffs... this was totally captivating, a chorus of fading edges imbued with a wiccan pull, a lustred gravity that was hard to escape from...





Friday, June 07, 2013

Long Division with Remainders present: Collision / Detection



It's journeys end and this looks lush, bathed in desert khaki, the original arts postcarded and sandwiched between two discs. I've really enjoyed cataloguing these vibes, right from the offing it was clear it was going to be a formidable beast, eloquently everywhere with hints of beyond... full of spinning edges constantly losing the plot to rediscover new ones... those curious to know more should check the archives for more in-depth musings, but if like me you can't stand endings there's a surprise download code included with the package that grants you access to a further five unreleased explorations...

West Norwood Cassette Library supplies the first and it's a comedic digest of slippery sequined percussion, shrunk into Arbuckled beats and Legonoid allsorts inviting plenty of weird silverfishery to disco circuit your brainbox.

Psychological Strategy Board's supplement is darker, a magnificent industrial splash n grind... shuttering piston like with dub glimmers and atonal kicks scupper rooting the construction... A plummy and self satisfied Crowley-esque sample 'yes that's a noise that brings back nostalgia' words yellowing in vents of loose riveted exhale and dynamo wind downs...

The vibe is replaced in weathered magnetics for BLK TAG ... inwardly cast atmospherics groping at some semi buried tune as gluey jet streams loom the air like pregnant silences full of dissolving stakes... A vastness steeped in cooling rumble and forking smite to which Isnaj Dui delightfully responds in a Balinese chirping of mechanics and fluted weave. The final word left wisely to that of Kemper Norton who's re-entry sparkles with eerie acoustica as his liquid voice purrs out a tumbler of sorrow...

Oh and I mustn't forget the original 30 second clips that fired this enterprising collection into a reality in the first place, the inclusion of which gets you itching to re-investigate the whole caboodle yet again... Without doubt one of the best compilations of the year...

Thursday, May 23, 2013

The Wet Black Poodle Transforms - Ludo Mich, Syed Kamran Ali and Pascal Nichols



This delicious artefact, housed in a concertina of wrap-around screen printed primitiveness contains two lively and possessed performances, one recorded in Manchester and the other Sheffield. It documents a three way split of talent... a triad of Flemish sound poet Ludo Mich, Harappian Night’s Syed Kamran Ali and Pascal Nichols of 'Part Wild Horses Mane on Both Sides' fame.

Chaotic colour a plenty, De Zwarte Natte Poedel Transformeert is full of dynamic angles, searching out the magic on the crests of wordless mutterings. Huge tectonic shifts groping the vocals, at points melding brilliantly in a psychotic soup of possibilities…. I swear, at one point, Ludo sounds like there's bolts of electricity actually flying from his hands to a rampage of despotic hysterics… Later, he's hunted down in a bombardment of tape chew and broom handles, smarting in unsettling shrieks and anguish...(I hate to imagine what the neighbour's think is going on)... 'Black poodle' Ludo croaks 'Black pooddle... blacccckkkkkkk' a phlegmy backend attack of spiking 'K' to a buckling canvas. This is seriously mental stuff, even in the quieter more itchy lulls it bubbles with sinister goo... Looking at the disc art, Mr Ludo certainly cuts a bulky scarecrow figure of insanity, head all hand bracketed in a gothic gloom, his body lumbering in viciously satisfying skews. Staggering grumbles sawn across in destructive strings, or pressurised yelpings lanced in scatterings of spinney hedgehog …

Het Wezen Is Op Zoek Naar Een Ziel starts in static rips and distant raptor calls... all muted yowl to cymbal tinsel and bouncy tautness. Fractured jazz and vowelly explosions with Monkey's headband aches 'ta-ta-ta-taring seemingly goaded in goaty sneer. Splintered laughter and golem footed smashes releasing a weird alchemy of free fall percussion and squalling piglet sax-o-phonics born from rubbed polystyrene. Ludo floating above like some wire harnessed angel of wrongness, gasping, arguing with himself, his voice heaven flung and echoing.... oooh this is good and when the trio suddenly take off in a brief bout of animal lunacy, all that's left is simmering debris and rapturous applause.

Curious chemistry indeed...



Friday, May 17, 2013

Deej Dhariwal - Still Connecting



This is an excellent album, full of textural diversions and shifts of focus that are thematically dreamy, forlorn, exquisitely soaked in copious amounts of noisy euphoria …

New Dawn grabs you first… throws you into the deep end in a barrage of waspy sci-fi, crowned in weals of corroded wah… like earwigs noisily chewing over some 'Les Rallizes' masterpiece. Lush screams spiral from deep within the excess… that prevailing spikiness seemingly on the cusp of flat lining, but skates the void superbly, the overload mysteriously pared back to a nursery rhythm of keystrokes, it's stark contrast knocking predictability for six in spacey springs and wobble headed cuteness.

Kaide is an impressive 22 minute journey, a masterfully restrained unfolding that aches a plenty. A meditative layering, akin to a haunted tram drifting through a bristling drone cumulus, enveloped in a cosmos of muted colour. Really tactile too as it brushes against the scales of some metallic fish with icy sibilance… or rustles around in contact type damages with additional guitar chords fanning out from a vinyl surface scutter, crackling as if it was recorded on an Edison wax cylinder. A bassy under run gaining a foothold, overcasts a cocktail of slithering texture, morse-frets and smudged tempo... satisfying the ears right up to its Basho strummed demise…

Carborator highjacks the carefully constructed ambience of the previous track in rapid attacks of filtered effects… agitates your attention in slant cross hatches of stuttering mechanics and warped speech before releasing you to the aquatic charms of Empty... all watery bubbles breaking on echoed inflexions … a circular riff shoaling round a soft hypnotising core… later ascending in a roasting of shoegazery zest with peeling buoy bells and idyllic jet streams… translucent colours slipping over each other, vibrating like the elliptical milkiness of Mondrian’s ‘Pier and Ocean.’

The bright fret drips of Dunking makes for a superb close to the album … that lapping riff, boating through a misty synth drone, opening out to a wistful despondency, puckered in echoed weatherings. Ghostly vocals, later scaffolding the keyboard bleed in siren calls of witchy rag and wobbling after image. This certainly nourishes plenty of shadow fall like a less vaporised Eno or Budd, with filmic sub harmonics that are both eerie and vivid... Another inspirational jewel in Lava Thief’s crown that’s highly recommended…



Tuesday, May 14, 2013

C13 - The Cameron Remixes



Really chuffed to have deposited an Autotistic track for this excellent remix project of Bitch Goggles' Cameron release. Originally a noise protest marking the Conservatives return to Downing Street in May 2010, three years on, C13 voices its objections further in 51 minutes of reinvention and dis-entanglement wrapped in pervy pvc and boasting plenty of defaced portraiture… email advicehorse@gmail.com for a copy today… it’s FREE and proud of the fact…

Wednesday, May 08, 2013

The Cosmic Dead, Anthroprophh, Uiutna and Olanza

28th April - The Croft Bristol







What an evening!… Psych massage of the highest order… First up, Edgar Froese look-a-like Paul Allen gave us a Anthroprophh set of dronic fruit and drums... Sitting in front of his vintage synths all regal….after a diverting slice of wah(ed) guitar indulgence his hands were glued to those keys in spikes of deliberation … rippling out the oscillatory pleasures in jagged shards of high end agitation … dark blooms leaning in to ‘heart of the sun’ dynamics of 'wool covered' percussion and cymbal flares… glorious slips of cylinder slide guitar and smeared exotica, as raggerty drone beggars siphoned the celestial...



The second act Olanza was a tasty threesome plying a glorious post rock vibe … … empowering stuff that was full of exciting angles...dramatic shifts and a bass that sounded like a growly pensioner…



Uiutna was a wrong science of dancy sequentials... shifting shells of rhythm and skipping beats … odd patterns riveted to the loopage and tipping candy … slivering curlicues and guitar fuzz dragged through noisy corridors …that dictaphonic use upping the angst that headed to a gloriously wonky rainbow of an finale…

By the time The Cosmic Dead hit, the room was crammed … a really tight psych outfit, they were insanely rich in the riff department with howling moogister keys and copious quantities of yelling... intense and brilliant...



their set was similar to this YouTubie filming but was way, way more incendiary... Couldn't think of a better way to spend my last Croft outing as sadly it will be closing as a venue before the month's out...

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Happy Untergang



Some immaculate guitar burnouts from those ever industrious Hiroshima Bird Market boys... and you can catch them live at Leipzig's Claws Of Saurtopia festival this May.



Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Millions Will Starve by Raven



The world needs more of this...



Daevid Allen and Mark Robson

Wednesday 17th April - The Bee Hive Swindon



Wow! He must be 75+ and he’s still an insanely smiling fruitcake of a man… A hero (or should that be zero) of mine, his wry sense of humour partially sound tracked my early 20’s and beyond, a wise man of sensible nonsense, wrapping his wares in blissful trip(tics) and space whispers...

A lot of people made the pilgrimage to this tiny public house in the middle of Swineville, many multi-coloured and tie-dyed garments dragging themselves back into the light... happily dispelling my belief that drivelling R'n'B is the bloodstream of this town... recognised some old Beehive regulars from back in the day, they shuffled around like grey haired ghosts... maybe they were...

Daevid started with some unaccompanied spoken word shirazzzz, some mighty fine weaponising poetry... his wit was sharp as ever, gnawing away at farce-book and the blandness of our age like a little white haired terrier...

An oscillating Korg drone from Kangaroo Moon's Mark Robson (who supplied the keyboards for that night) started the night off proper... this guy in the wings, perhaps a local recruit? tapped on a tabla - slightly out of sync with the others… but it seemed to work when all gliss sawn and didgeridoo(ed) over... Oh man this was beautiful as Allen's voice cut a live rendition of 'Why do we treat ourselves like we do?' It purred, hooked you up completely in the blissful shadows ... 'A man with no mind kills a crowd of his kind while proclaiming his soul to be free' ...as relative now as it was when first penned...his eyes were closed , mouth grinning between words... Before heading out I’d randomly picked up a cd off my shelves for possible fan boy signings... was a freaky coincidence that he played a tune off it. Was secretly hoping for a live version of this aswell...



but it wasn't to be...

Some unknown vibes followed, songs thematically spun round the subject of gardening that were in danger of being too softly focused and Genesis(y) if it wasn't for Daevid keeping it nicely smeared and sparkle hoofed ... then more poetry ensued... tour diary extracts from when Brainville (or should that be Brain Gravy) toured Tel Aviv... his words hung like crowing birds.. all wonkily descriptive and highly comedic... unravelling in Thomas Wolf electric kool aids... Kafka glass reflecting back the atmosphere... as if words were time machines transporting you there in vivid blasts... In the tale, the tour promoter finally asks, 'How do you like Tel Aviv?'… to which Daevid replies...'I love the place...don't you know I’m Australian… like you, we occupied a country, wiped away its indigenous inhabitants and claimed it for our own'… Daevid smiled, took a deep breath - then semi laughed the poem's end words ‘awkward silence’…

Spikes of wah and arrowing directives followed, University of Errors stylee... a song about lying apparently, a catchy chorus of 'lie lie lie lie la la lie' as Allen said should be 'honesty honesty...' then added 'nah, would never work. The devil has all the best tunes' ... A short break ensued for hugs, and plenty of beaming fans waving recently bought merchandise at him...I got my cd signed... Mr Allen, wide eyed, pointed at the inscription going 'oink, oink'... like a loveable loon...



Returning to the stage everything got more angsty… loopy loopage, a blur of hidden words in noisy repeats… nostalgic thoughts of Divided Alien pLAYbax 80



crept round the additional gliss explosions and multi-dimensional dives…a raucous mood that eddied off into a gentle guitar chordage... There was something recognisable floating in on those rotating chords then the words broke and confirmed my suspicions .... Yesss!!!... Deya Goddess... What a bloody glorious finale!.. Daevid forgot a few verses, filled them with improvised mumbles and la-la's but it's wasn't long until it's was a 'Now is the happiest time of your life' sing a thon, a quick glance around confirmed almost everybody was singing along too... A great night that certainly jangled your inner hippie…

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Collision / Detection v9 - Sone Institute



I really love film scores, all the better if they are imagined... non-tethered, itchy with possibility... and I must say, this completely instrumental offering from the Sone Institute fills that ticket and concludes this Collision / Detection series in a slinky throb of disco and sequenced goodness... wayward shapes thrown over a wonky dance floor...

Deathbeat (Main Title Sequence) starts the proceedings in DAF pulsations replete with oily pond skater synth lines … Highlights of piano in soft curlicues of wharrrrr, contours that climb all over you with euphoric limbs, quick cut with beach ball beats, banking metallic clashes and hand claps that sound suitably robotic. Ear candy that runs rings around the over-familiar like an over-excited puppy chasing its tail…

Loving the kinetic pleasures of Unguarded Circle of Flesh… The filter bank zigger and Capri-Sun edgings ticking away nicely as the wooden beats and dramatically slung piano pegs are whipped across in a choreographed Kurosawa shine, releasing dulcimer dimed avalanches and Lakuna-ized sensations. Chilli tongued jibbers that fill your head with swift scenery opening you up for the funky hoe-down that is Flesh Dance (In a state of perpetual arousal) ... an electro card shuffle of glitchy incentives with multiple angles sliding along some impossibly pleasing slopes.

By the time it’s spinning out on the fat n bouncy refrain of the title track your imagination is left wrestling with how this EP could sizzle on your retina too..

Thursday, April 04, 2013

Hare Akedod 005 - Gripgevest and Kling



More devotional bliss from Hare Akedod's growing discography... 38mins of esoteric improv from David Edren and Bent von Bent, that are well worth investing in...

Wednesday, April 03, 2013

Plurals, Stereocilia and Tidal

27th March @ Power Lunches Hackney, London



Think more cafes should follow Power Lunches lead by opening up their basements to fresh musical talent and sprinkling their recorded wares amongst the tea and coffee aromas upstairs... Nice vibe indeed, with the minus figure weather shaken off further by the mellow vibes infecting most of that night's proceedings...



A soothing tapestry of looped debris from Jimmy Billingham's Tidal project started things off.... Layer upon layer of texture jostling with the next, rewritten in sky-stretched transition, attentive hands adjusting the illusions; blending the ingredients. Trance inducing stuff, made more so by the addition of drifting harmonica and clanking harbour bells. A subtle shift of ivory markers undulated in a darkened kinesis. Serious medications that were brought to an abrupt end...



Casio drone provided the foundations for Scott's set... Stereocilia was a mind treat of guitar filaments, e-bowery and short-lived machine beats. A slowly evolving beast, developing into a swaying python of tipping texture.. Snagging you up in plenty of hypno hooks eaten in Mali-esque fret circles and inked over by somersaulting effects. The gently changing projections a perfect mirror to the lobe curling multiples weaselling your ear... a resurrection of underlying chords brought through it all for a finale of fading memories. A tasty hint of what to expect from the up and coming album...







Now Plurals rounded off the evening in a glorious soup of stabbing statics and malfunction... total drone monsters leaping out of their usual semi-ambient suits for a bit of noisy riot making. Five individuals intent on decorating the gates of Hades with double tape chews, screaming clarinet and 70's keyboard canker, desiccated by a suitcase of effects pedals and a bewildering mass of other stage hidden toys. A howling brew that gave me a much missed 'Sunburned' improv fix in clawing corrosion.