For some reason this 7″ sat on my counter for weeks (just as it laid dormant somewhere since 2003), and when I finally listened to it, I was pleasantly surprised. Black death, I thought, looking at the titles on this Split EP and viewing the sepia-toned painting on the sleeve. But no, it is industial-type music, although I just think it’s cool. Reutoff, the “cult industrial Russian act,” on Side A and Totenlieder (a project of Sebastien Leduc) on Side B with a cover of a Janitor tune.
This album has interesting songs created by self-made instruments. Sarah Byrne’s vocals are particularly fine, even in this quirky setting. The band is from Brisbane and the music is definitely KFJC audience-worthy.
These are field recordings of city soundscapes in Batumi, Singapore, and Kagoshima as well as of plane, ship, and car trips. Glonti used a laptop, headphones, 3 octave midi keyboard, and hand recorder. Several are very ambient, but others have melodious overtones (such as “North” and “Balcony Meetings”). I just love that KFJC has this in its library.
I listened to this on a day where I only ate leeks, which was utterly fitting since every track on here is a study of the sounds made by vegetables such as carrots, maize, roses, cabbage, celery, various sorts of trees, and leeks! Verschueren started as a painter and moved on to art installations involving plants, which in turn led him to discovering the sounds that plants make. It’s quiet, but percussive, and absolutely fascinating. If you like this, you’ll also like the Vegetable Orchestra.
Wow. The Intro brought to mind Justin Hayward’s Days of Future Past voice, but by the Outro I was thinking more of Vincent Price’s Thriller voice. The intervening tracks upped the creepiness exponentially. It’s easy to see why Morris’ “ambient radio comedy” had to air during the safe harbor hours, but the fact that it lasted from 1997-1999 shows he appealed at least to some audiences. For sure, the weird topics (incompetent doctors [2, 6, 12] and four-year-old murderers ) are right up the KFJC alley, and I can already see how many things could be used for production. But it’s incredibly explicit, so beware.
Now why weren’t these guys playing in Portland when I visited Oregon? On their debut LP, Landlines has a nice balance of invigorating rock (especially Side A) and bass-infused slower numbers (B4, B6, B7) that another reviewer referred to as “slacker surf pop.” Vocals are clear and go well with the trio’s infectiously appealing music.
If I were on “Name That Tune” (younger folks–Google it), I would have said this was the Everly Brothers from the first three notes. But this 7″ is the work of one guitarist, Max Clarke, who was in the Chicago band The Sueves. Each of the beautifully plucked ballads deals with love and leaves you feeling fairly mellow, with Side A having a slightly quicker tempo than Side B.
Belafonte keeps our attention with the skill of a true raconteur. These folk songs are classic and educational (I never knew the origin of the pseudonym “Mark Twain”). Read the liner notes to discover how Belafonte had to travel a tough path to success, largely due to his race. His honeyed voice is well suited to these songs, and his role is an amazing one in perpetuating the folk tradition.
SoundCloud calls them a French fuzz-punk band that is more prog rock than garage rock. The lyrics are in French, of course, with an insert containing Japanese (I believe) translations. The instrumentals sound like surf to me, and the tracks with vocals are fast-paced (or at least they end up that way) and rather frenetic in a good way. The synth player keeps things very lively and interesting.
I’m going to go out an a limb and say this guitarist’s name is pronounced (doo-GRAY). What we have here are beautiful, simple guitar instrumentals on his debut solo album. Simple, melancholy for the most part, and absolutely lovely. The notes flow from the guitar like water from a gently splashing fountain. There is an Irish folksong tinge to some of them, and they are so short that they leave you wishing for more.
Talk about something that gets you dancing from the first sound of the first track–this is brilliant salsa from the New York-based sextet composed of musicians who know their music and aren’t afraid to share it. Flute, sax, bass, violin, trombone, tres guitar, bongo, and conga combine with great vocals to mix up some Cuban and Latin rhythms that are tinged with jazz and speak to your own inner rhythms to include you in a world dance. Celebrate!
This is a rather heady instrumental blend of jazz mixed with new age with hints of psych pulled through. Electric basses, moog, guitar drums, keyboards, sax, and trombone all combine to make this highly listenable, mellow music. Think sipping cocktails while watching the sun set.
Quelbe (pronounced kwell-BEH) is the official music of the U.S. Virgin Islands, and the tradition owes much of its style and continuity to Stanley and his band. At its core are the squash (a gourd scratched by metal), steel (triangle, originally formed from car brakes), banjo-uke, and pipe (flute, originally a muffler from a car). The effervescent calypsos, waltzes, quadrilles, jigs, and marengues on this release will lift your spirits and pull at your feet. Read the liner notes for the history of quelbe and the story behind each of the songs.
On their third release, sisters Lily and Madeleine bring the best of their voices to these folk songs accompanied by piano, percussion, and other instrumentation. Their harmonizations are painfully beautifully rendered, making the voices the standout on every track. The lyrics are lovely, and the overall effect is breathtakingly refreshing.
This is truly a gem–fuzzy, rocky pop from Brooklyn musician that is energizing and upbeat. It will make you happy and get you bopping around despite yourself. Each song on here is a winner. Liven up your sets with this one.
This is a re-release of a 1992 cassette from these two Philadelphia friends who teamed up for some DIY bedroom music inspired by the success of the New Zealand DIY scene. They wrote the music together and Pitchrella wrote the lyrics, which are clearly printed on the insert. The music itself features guitars from both musicians, along with deep vocals. It’s like a blend of folk pop rock. The band went on hiatus when Quinn moved to San Francisco, but he returned and they picked up where they left off. Sometimes this sometimes sounds like an old western soundtrack, and at other times it just sounds rather melancholy and brooding.
I almost declined this one based on the album title, which would have been a huge mistake. The cover, which is actually kind of fascinating, shows the puke wizard. The music, with lyrics printed on the insert, is rather fascinating. It’s a mix of punk, metal, and a bit of psych. It’s accessible in a way. The lyrics are interesting to contemplate. This Kalamazoo band ain’t bad.
Out of the doldrums of the land of the sick I am pulled by this remarkable third solo release of Lannon, which is full of upbeat, often rollicking electronics accompanied by Lannon’s echoey vocals. This is somewhat folksy pop electronics, all written and performed by Lannon himself. The lyrics are engaging, as are the bubbly rhythms. Think Apartment Life with Mith Lemay. It’s a slice of heaven as far as I’m concerned.
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