This came in, slipped under the door like a thin slice of cranial pie... A friend of mine was prone to petit mal seizures, seizures of absence, slow-wave spikes. They'd often occur in the middle of a sentence; she'd just... go away for a few moments, sometimes long minutes, sometimes the last word she was saying would simply repeat and slurrrrrrr ad infinitum: "The thing with Feynman is that he he he he he he he he he he he he he he..." and then sometimes she'd [...]
This could have been . Might still be. There's scope for all kind of ____________otronics, I think. And Belgium, Brussels particularly, seems like a good place to start. Remove the vocals from this and you've got something very interesting. Though, of course, removing the vocals is a lot harder than it seems.
Machine hum; ghost train clanking...or ghost trails... fogfucked mornings at the edge of the world;fishing boats rattling lobster pots against the shingle... the sea just about to swallow everything whole... http://www.blogger.com/img/bla nk.gif Submarine noises; not sonar , the hum as it works its way through the swell... then the sound of a minor meltdown, the systems failing... Humans may have been part of this recording but there's just a smear left, a ghost trail... this could be by the machines alone... you can't hear someone stabbing at the laptop, at the synths, twiddling the [...]
Savaging Spires - When The Devil Says He's Dead Talked about these guys here ; not wearing me down yet.
The Necks seem to have been around forever and they're still boiling the elements of jazz down, adding their signature dabbles and occasional electronic bursts, collecting and sieving through new sounds, gold panning their way into new forms. This album collects two 20 minute-plus tracks that shadow each other like long lost relatives at a wake. Not that this is dark music as such (though the bass rumbles) but rather that the two tracks circle each other, as if wary. They clearly know each other, share a few drops of the same gene pool, but they [...]
On The Gradual Impossibility of Music Criticism... It first started with this little off post about Demdike Stare... Not exactly a slagging but maybe a kind of shrugging . Now if you look at the (obviously unrepresentative) sample of commentators there's clearly a mini-consensus here which then got me thinking: how come no one else has said that before? ((Where are all the haters?)) Well, one reason is the diminishing circles of the internet, of course and the even more diminshing circles of the [...]
...this is the latest, train-hewn IX Tab track to make the light of day (or the dead of night) though, actually, it's just another attempt at a song I posted on here years ago... albeit in a very different version to the one I splattered about here ... the humchatter is still there, just about...I'm not near done with it yet... though things are getting muddier and muddier... caked... This will eventually be in the middle of a Christmas EP, with versions of Silent Night and (naturally) Christmas Is Now Drawing Near At Hand... [...]
Haven't got this yet (The picture disc looks great!) but I've put it on my Xmas list... My favourite surrealist technostuffed, broken-arsed electrooiding of the moment. It chimes, it gurgles, it might spit up a little (bits of the track above even sound like a sort of debased, idiot savant trying to cover Orbital's Beached - a good thing, I think)
My ipod seems obsessed with trailers and radio spots for Exploitation movies at the moment, not even sure how they all got in there... But you'd want to see this wouldn't you: And, though it's bound to be badbad rather than goodbad, any film called Mod Fuck Explosion has to be fun, doesn't it?
Oh yes... SNUG02 - Ekoplekz - So Allein replekz by snugliferecords SNUG 02: Drvg Cvltvre - Like Cattle You Run by snugliferecords Due on 7" single. Maybe now. Maybe soon. Dig it out, track it down...
Well, I threatened.... Here are the first churnings from my recently reanimated (after - yes! - 23 years) project IX Tab (Originally Dada IX Tab, but that was a duo)... I've been trying to capture the humchatter sound that followed me around during the vaguely hallucinatory years of minor psilocybin abuse (wrong word) - a sound documented way back here - and now I've found it... more or less. This will be exactly as some of you expect it to be. Humchatter 1 is [...]
This will play out. This will be roundly buggered, sliced and diced and shat out all over the lightflashes and discofloors of your local sleaze pit. It's good music for dancing girls, car chases, hedge-trimming, car-jumping. Chris Carter has the Abba fixations, of course, but the Devil's in the disco. The Neurotic Drum Band remix (reimagining) maybe slows the beat down a little to create something that feels vaguely reminiscent of Spacemen 3's "Big City;" a disco slur, narcotized but just danceable, if you're prepared to shamble and wave, if you're knees are locked and loaded. [...]
An ever so slight detourn from the version at Freq . History is a virus. A fifth horseman of the apocalypse. It's brutal, beyond reason, full of rage and memory; brittle with the fear of being forgotten. A terrible, seething mass of tendrils, an Athazagoraphobic moron, shifting it's feet and trying to breathe, trying to suck your air, forgetting itself... History loves and hates it's host. It smothers it with affection, wraps it up warm, cools it's feverish brow with gentle reminders and emotional aggregates... but the terrible cytopathic effects are just a little while [...]
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In China Mieville's wondrous The City And The City the city of Beszel exists in more or less the same space as the city of Ul Qoma. The cities interweave, crosshatch ; citizens unsee their counterparts in the other city, buildings themselves merge but don't merge. Neighbours live next to each other but dutifully don't notice their proximity, in fact are forbidden from doing so by the mysterious Breach, which is both an action and a powerful agent of order. To see what is there is to breach. To breach is to invoke Breach. The [...]
A slight detourn from the one at Freq Imagine that Animal Collective could be reformatted like a hard drive. (((imagine that Animal Collective could be reformatted like a Kek hardrive, like the Werneck Wretchmondings I talked about here ))) Imagine some mad urfolk indie scientist, their senses dulled by slow cracks and too good weed, decided that the shimmering pop tarts of Merriweather Post Pavilion was just too much to bear, too damned hummable [...]
I never actually saw this, only imagined it. Now it's here. I knew where but, well, you never really know where do you?
For those that really can't be arsed with all the arsing, there's the proper review here . "Rest in Peace", the opening track of the latest Prince Rama album opens with a slightly strangulated House howl, the kinda thing you might have gurned circa 1990 (where were you?), which is then savagely dismissed without a thought; a discarded, non-devotional whore… the drum rumbles begin and then the Dead Can Dance Indian sweeps and suddenly we're deep into what might be a psychosexual memory of Sinbad movies… a primary imprinting on chiffon and chant and painted [...]
Ship Canal, no longer shitting it Well, (lovely to meet you Dan by the way) Ship Canal is shitting it; it's his first gig, his first play out (play seems very apt for this kind of gig; Ableton Live being the toy of choice, the machine of a thousand voices, the churning dreadnaut in software form, sending boys and girls into whirls and paro xy ms...) I meet him about two hours before he's due on, staring at wine, wishing it glugged, knowing it can't be... his [...]
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