Blog: Rottenmeats

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4th Feb - Louisiana, Bristol Vertical Slum were like a psyched Oasis, bass and drums sucking at the air... half burying the lead's ballsy delivery... the threesome threw out loads of energy... hints of 60's excess in the sway... Thought forms followed, screaming out an epic vibe, a clash of gnarly [...]

Gone are the buzzing furies and baking hot cauldrons of the previous release , replaced on this three tracker by a cleaned up, focused, slow bled virgin of a sound that's molested and shadow fed. Myasnoye begins as a dirgey violin tune-up, flecks of key synthetics anaconda through…the sounds are unstable, as if staggering in an intoxicated haze… a bubbling condensation of valves… scraping basifications, coruscating into guitar sparkle, stabs and tempered throat drones...Suddenly, the track finds a pulse, sets up tenancy… the guitar hitching a ride… a lovely recurring [...]

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'I'm in a wheelchair, I have muscular dystrophy... and I'm a lead singer, singing apocalyptic improvisation lyrics' barks Danny Cruz the self professed leader behind the Flaming Dragons of Middle Earth ... He comes across like Tiny Tim's aggressive twin, while his collection of non musicians throw out some suitably off key harmonics around him, like an audio equivalent to the wicked crayoned artwork that houses this baby. This freeform rabble is not to everybody's taste… his 'off the cuff', 'in your face' [...]

Quite enjoying this free 33trk collection of oblique new rave/cute indie/guitar molestering whatevers from the tic-tac-totally vaults, just submit yr email address and it's all yours

bless them stinky toys ...

loose yourself in the detail... part of the artforms of nature series...

For all its faults (and there are plenty), DIJ's new offering Peaceful Snow is fast becoming my guilty (not so) secret of twenty eleven. The simple balladry is sticking in my head more and more, the piano adding a refreshing depth from that camp-fire acoustic Mr. P has been strumming since 'symbols shatter '. Wasn't expecting the past, but somehow this has snuck in there and taken me hostage... There's an online assassination over at sputik music , a lot of which I completely agree with, by rights i should hate this... but ironically it's [...]

Reviewed this sun dappled cassette last year ... now after disappearing into the ether it's been resurrected over at the FMA along with plenty of other tasty Tanzprocesz morsels ...

9th January - The Croft, Bristol Oh man, Fairhorns was a total no show and I think Ten pulled out, but the disappointment was totally quashed by Serena's set… She was definitely worth the trip, as the stormy weathers and toy xylophonics of last year's Cube show were ditched in favour of bespoke beat backdrops and more of that captivating riffage. Smashing the mic into the stand… she cut the resulting loops up with hand claps and eerie guitar scrapings, adding a liberal amount of delay [...]

No ugly autopsy of harshness here, but super bright squidzella psyched foldings... choking on fast food concoctions and slippery textiles... deft hands keeping each track just tuneful enough to scream sheer genius without cramping any of that day-glo pzazz spurting through yr ears at an unquenchable rate... The whole album mainlining a pure N-ER-G that's incredibly infectious... particularly partial to the rampaging monster cut-outs that the sexy Screamin Janin B charges your mind with, but there's plenty of other tasty directions wrapped up in these eight tracks... this definitely feels like the future with a fucking massive [...]

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First thing that strikes you is the overtly tactile nature of this latest dsic release , there's something of an apparitional whiff of Sindre Bjerga about it as processing boundaries smudge into more 'hands on' realities… Machine frictions and industrial indigestions start the disc… a ping ponging of mechanized rhythms, counter pointed by a rattle of skeleton chop sticks … later drowned out in bassy bulks and slow bled manipulations… Track three shifts the focus in an unravelling of brittle shapes… sweeps of fractured china dripping in the condensation of [...]

Hello Eaters of The Rottenmeats! An advance copy of a self-published debut album has found its way into Mr Bucca's hand, and I have to say I've been mightily impressed with it. Readers and regulars of Rottenmeats will have to suspend their normal musical extremes to hear this one out, but bear with me. (You'll note as well a serious tone to my keyboard meanderings today – I've spent a very pleasant hour zoning out to the following…) [...]

...Translating this from teeny weeny cd was a lot of work, but well worth it... really chuffed with the results... i've yet to actually hold one in my hands though... You can grab a copy over at Invada or Cargo ... Didn't realise it was going to be so limited, but that makes it even more desirable.

some new sketchbook work... this was inspired by Levitating Discs

...the fairytale is now drain water

From its grinning 'Cheshire Cat' front to the wacked outcomes of the disc , this is an amazing piece of work. A hopscotch of post-industrialised swarfings and weird balladry. A peculiar blend that scuttles within your head with an unholy light, the combined talents of Placenta Popeye , Slicing Grandpa and Opera Mort . Treading on your notions of tunefulness with bad ass inventiveness, creating a dismembered disco-tech of jarring angles and vocal impairments, where the distinctive charms of El-g aren't too far away… Whether slurring his Parisian vowels or [...]

Out just in time for the festering season... this houses another fine slice of stereo voodoo from the ever prolific Monsieur Chainsaw ... It's been a real honour supplying the eye candy, hope it goes someway towards describing the scorch of the wares within... been a fan ever since hearing a B/W Progression cassette in Gary's shop back in the arse end of the nineties(?)... Conjuring the wretched, whistling all phantasmagorical... titles illumiskating your skull, as if symbiotic with the quivering shapes in your inner ear...