A thought-provoking multimedia project, originally commissioned by Harlem Stage and performed live in 2012. Noted jazz pianist Vijay Iyer composed all the music, which spans a wide range of styles from tensely atmospheric to jazzy to almost heavy rock. The spoken and sung lyrics examine the thoughts and feelings and dreams of veterans of the recent wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. Veterans of color, that is. Lyrics and vocals are by underground hip hop artist Mike Ladd, a poet named Maurice who served with the Marines, and an Air Force sergeant named Lynn who was responsible for remotely piloting Predator drone bombers. We get a real sense of the awful realities of war and its aftermath through their eyes. A phenomenal effort by Iyer and Ladd, who have been collaborating on various projects for a while. Performance artist/vocalist/composer Pamela Z. also makes some contributions here.
Noisy instrumentals by Hana, a mainstay of the Norway musical underground, member of Noxagt, Ultralyd, MoHa! and other projects. Hana played everything (guitar, drums, bass, sax, other stuff?) on this record. Sonically, it reminds me of a line of dialogue from John Carpenter’s “The Thing”, when they discover the alien and one guy says “Whatever it is, it’s weird and it’s pissed off.” This is like that… weird, big, distorted, and angry sounding. I don’t hear a lot of variety among the tracks but for what it is it’s pretty good. THIS IS A ONE SIDED TWELVE INCH. AND BY THE WAY THE GROOVES ARE BACKWARDS. PLAY FROM INSIDE OUT.
Always quirky, sometimes sultry songs from this L.A. singer/songwriter. She has been compared to Laurie Anderson, Kate Bush, and others; maybe so but I think it’s closer to the quirkiness of someone like Karen Mantler. I also hear the drama of Scott Walker and with all the lush, floaty keyboards (played by Holter) it even dips the occasional toe into Julee Cruise territory. Did I say floaty? Well, her version of Barbara Lewis’s old hit “Hello Stranger” sounds like it’s made of clouds; it’s brilliant. I’m not familiar with most of the musicians on here but I do recognize the names Devin Hoff (bass) and Chris Speed (saxophone.) This CD grew on me more and more with each listen.
You know that raw, slashing, stripped-down guitar/bass/drums trio you love, the one that totally rocks out and reminds you why you love that high energy yelling punk stuff? Well forget them–Per Purpose is your new favorite band, hurtling straight out of Australia and aiming to crash and burn on your floor. At home I played this record between High Castle and The Gits and it worked if that gives you any idea. You can’t miss the Aussie accent on the vocals. A1 and A2 are connected by ampbuzznoise. B1 is slower than the others. The chord progression in B3 makes no sense to me. So yeah, everything you want is right here.
Name an underground musician doing something of interest and one of these guys has worked with him/her. Maybe two of them have. Possibly all three of them. That’s how much these three get around. This is I believe the third release by this all-star trio, containing two long tracks and one short one, all recorded live in Japan in 2009. Oren Ambarchi makes guitar and amp textures/drones, Jim O’Rourke is on piano, and Keiji Haino does voice, flute, drum machine and vocals. It’s spacy and deep, and the final track (31 mins) has all the loud/soft dynamics you could wish for. Worth exploring.
Multi-national trio (guitar/sax/drums) plays spirited yet convoluted compositions. I guess it’s jazz; it gets loud, I can tell you that much. I love Alban Bailly’s angular guitar technique which sometimes approaches Beefheart territory; he composed all the music too. As much as I like this CD, I must admit that the constant changes of direction and time signature within a piece can be a bit confusing. Maybe I haven’t heard it enough times to really get a grip on it. There are some quiet passages but the music is mostly high energy and exhilarating. I’m willing to bet these guys are a hell of a live band.
This latest release by Portland’s Rllrbll–down from 5 to 4 to 3 members now, and who needs vowels?–is not only a gas to listen to, it’s a great representation of the band’s wide-ranging capabilities. They are musical weirdos for sure and aren’t afraid to try any style they want, or mix a track in a crazy way. The thing is, there are solid instrumental chops supporting the weirdness; that makes it easy (for me anyway) to follow wherever the band leads. Mae is a talented keyboardist, and the rhythm section (Monte on bass, Gilles on drums) is tight and creative. I don’t mean to give the other members short shrift, but for me Mae’s vocals are probably the biggest thing that make this band sound like this band. Put a vocal track on and boom, hey it’s Rllrbll. There are too many highlights on this record to name them all, but here are a few parts I like: #4 is a cooker with a really catchy chorus, the AfroSambaBeat of #6 was made for the dance floor, and #7 is an unmelodic, semi-industrial rhythm ‘n’ noise thing that jumps out of the speakers. #8 brings in some moody accordion. #9 would remind me of Joy Division if JD had been big on squinky keyboards and fuzzboxes. The record ends with a trip-hoppy noir-ish kind of thing. Tracks are all in the 3 to 5 minute range, so you never have to wait long to get to the next chapter. This band rules.
A batch of uptempo rockers featuring the aggressive, driving guitars/drums/vocals of The Ex, fleshed out this time by a 4-man horn section (Brass Unbound.) It doesn’t hurt that the horn section includes Mats Gustafsson and Ken Vandermark, relentless collaborators and stalwarts of the international avant-jazz scene. The music does veer off into jazzier territory here and there, but for the most part you can expect to hear big doses of guitar riff weirdness, busy drumming, and odd lyrics from The Ex with an added punch from the horn guys. Good and noisy and I think it works.
I’ve been enjoying listening to this but it did take me a few plays to get a handle on it. I decided that the general thrust of this material is something that combines recognizable music with pure sound– a cool space to work in. The protagonists Thollem McDonas (pianos/sounds) and John Dieterich (guitars/sounds) need little introduction, as their various projects and bands and collaborations have been making waves for a number of years. But what’s going on here is probably different from what we may have heard them do before. The instruments sound to me as though they might be mic’d in unusual ways, emphasizing the percussive, hands-on, non-musical aspects of playing music, if that makes sense. The music is fragmented, extended techniques (I think) are sometimes used in playing it, and there are some sounds in the mix that come from who knows where… all of which encourage the question of whether this is about music or sound or both. Being about both is not a bad thing.
Solo project by Brian Chippendale (Lightning Bolt, Mindflayer). This would go straight into KFJC’s Fucked Up Shit library (joining Salmigondis, Blue Sabbath Black Fiji, etc…) if we had such a thing. Chippendale’s loud, busy drumming is the foundation, and he somehow manages –don’t ask me how– to drown that out a lot of the time with crusty oscillator-type moaning and groaning, random whooshes of raw noise, diseased loops, and vocals pretty much serving as yet another a noise element. No idea what’s going on here, and not only that I hate the name of the project. I’d play this on the air, though, just to mess with people. Which leads me to believe that plenty of other KFJC DJ’s would probably do the same.
A 1998 work by Deep Listening/drone maven Oliveros, based somehow on the slowly changing resonant frequency of the earth and its connection (I think) to magnetic field variance. An earlier performance of this piece was released on CD but this is a new performance from 2010, released here for the first time in 2012 to commemorate Oliveros’s 80th birthday. Violin, cello, guitar, accordion, sampler, oscillator, glass, and voice create tense drones with textural scraping, moaning instruments, and some loop-style repetitive figures here and there. More a sound/science journey than a musical one. Taiga did a typically nice job here, releasing this in a limited edition of 500 copies, on that heavyweight vinyl we love.
A rough and dirty sort of jazz-rock. This Franco-American sax/drums/electric bass trio plays music with surprising twists and turns, clever rhythmic variations, and nice bass chord action. What’s cool is that they spice up their sounds with laptop and various other effects. Sometimes it’s subtle–a slight echo or whatever–other times an instrument gets tweaked and warped into a strange new thing. This isn’t dangerous crazy jazz–it has an element of refinement and no one is going to mistake this for one of Peter Brotzmann’s groups–but if you want some nice funk grooves and intriguing compositions you can count on these guys. For some reason this reminds me of a Jim Black project such as Alas No Axis.
Field recordings from the Arctic (Side A) and the Antarctic (Side B). Or to be more accurate, water recordings as these were recorded from an underwater perspective using hydrophones. Walruses, whales, seals, orcas, icebergs. Gurgling, clicking, crashing, animal sounds. B2 could pass as an electronic music piece but evidently is nothing but naturally produced sounds–amazingly abstract and otherworldly. Tracks are in the vicinity of 8 to 12 minutes in length. A super nice release from Taiga Records with gorgeous, subtle letterpress/embossed artwork and packaging.
1975. Goblin before they were Goblin. I’m not sure if the personnel is exactly the same in both bands, but this is where popular Italian prog band Goblin got their start as a unit. This album, Cherry Five’s only record, is a fun listen that doesn’t deviate much from the 70’s progressive rock formula: good musicianship, complicated arrangements with jazzy touches, odd meters, songs about who knows what… The music is all over the place but mostly upbeat and it moves along pretty well. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find this a bit too similar to other 70’s bands of this genre: early Yes for the meticulous vocal harmonies and Squire-like bass playing, ELP/The Nice for the aggressive keyboards, Genesis for the sweeping mellotrons and Hackett-like moments in the guitar (and one song even has a “Watcher of the Skies”-type riff)… maybe some Gentle Giant, some Focus… I like this mostly because it evokes a musical era I was a fan of, but I don’t think it’s particularly original.
Battisti (1943-1998) was an Italian singer/songwriter who was popular in his native country for three decades and considered a major influence on Italian pop music. This is his self-titled 1969 release, mostly upbeat and catchy, although there are some moments that are kind of moody and evocative of something. All vocals are in Italian. Strings and horns and other musical flourishes were added but the record doesn’t seem overproduced; it strikes me as a typical pop record of the period. Side A ends with a bit of a jam… was that a backwards guitar? I believe Battisti generally wrote the music and worked with various lyricists over the years. He got more into “concept albums” in the 1970s and some of these tunes sound as though they may be part of something bigger; but I don’t understand the language so I couldn’t say. The record ends with an unexpectedly heavy rocker. All in all, a worthy addition to KFJC’s International library.
A 2012 release documenting one era of composer/percussionist Corner’s ongoing collaboration with dancers–these two side-long pieces (24 mins and 20 mins) are from 1989, recorded in Corner’s NYC loft. The artist performs solo on his familiar tam-tam, a highly resonant metallic instrument similar to a gong. Seems to be a feedback-type system at work here, wherein the tam-tam makes a sound which a dancer responds to, which informs the next tam-tam contribution, and so on. Quite nice–sometimes resonantly meditative and sometimes more active and percussive. I especially like the last third or so of Side A, which is more single-minded and rhythmically pulsing than the rest of the record. A few random sounds are included here and there, such as a telephone ringing in the background a couple of minutes into Side B. The liner notes tell us that “all distortions are inherent and desired” so keep in mind this is meant more as a document than it is a flawless recording. The round sheet metal pseudo-gong attached to the album cover is a nice (though odd) touch.
Love this. Toral is playing an assortment of not-exactly-instruments and reveling in the fact that he can’t accurately control what happens. The devices have a life of their own and that’s just the way he likes it. He’s doing oscillator, feedback, sinewaves, amplifier, noise, etc, along with a few guest musicians on drums, percussion, Rhodes piano, and guitar. There are moments of expansive ambience here, along with several tracks that could pass for the outer fringes of Jazz, especially when the drums and Rhodes are working out. Tatsuya Nakatani on Track 3.
“I Have Seen the Wolf.” Music recorded in 1977, but sounds timeless. The acoustic instrumentation (dulcimer, guitar, autoharp, violin, flute, hand percussion, possibly a crumhorn or two?) transports the listener to another time and place, maybe 500 years ago in a rural European setting replete with green fields and streams. Chalot sings in a sweet, clear voice, and entirely in French. I hear elements of Fairport Convention, Sister Sourire, and medieval dance music. An exceedingly pleasant listen.
Tracks A2 & B5 are instrumental.
Crazy-ass skronk trio out of Switzerland, circa 1988-89, recorded live straight from the mixing board. Sax, electric guitar, drums, and all kinds of additional electronic mayhem. Every track has a repetitive, primal 4/4 beat, which kind of grated on me after a while, but that’s all right–these guys aren’t exactly trying to be cuddly and make new friends here, so grating is OK. #5 & 6 change up the beat a bit but not much. I guess John Zorn might be one reference point here; picture him getting all outside on his sax, accompanied by a laundromat dryer with nothing but a couple of hammers in it. Like that. Sax torturer Alex Buess adds ranting vocals on #2, 3, 4, 6. Recordings remastered by Weasel Walter; you just knew he had to be involved in this abusive project somehow.
A noisy sludgy mess from this Farmingdale, NY duo. The music is repetitive, distorted, and processed to hell and back… drums and guitars and voices and countless layers of muck. It often sounds like what I remember Flipper sounding like, but then I was pretty drunk at every Flipper show I ever went to so don’t listen to me. Some of the songs have lyrics that are little more than the title of the song repeated in an agitated fashion, for example the lyrics to “I Am a Philosopher” are… just that. The lyrics to “The Fall Suck” go like this: The Fall suck – DIY sucks. At least “Stay Depress” mentions tangible things such as a woman with a broken leg and a girl getting out of a car with her brother–somebody had to write about those things eventually, so OK. The last two tracks on Side B are weird shapeless things, with the final track featuring a jabbering guitar over a vortex of sludge, with ghostly female vox mixed in for good measure.
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