MAR 13 2007 (THE SILENT GUEST)
              Sorry loyal 
                readers, I've got nothing to post. Still listening to great music 
                every single day, but I just can't write anything usable about 
                it, and, as you may have noticed, I never publish anything until 
                it's at least barely usable. As far as what I should 
                be writing about, and possibly would be writing about 
                if only I didn't have to sleep or go to work all the time, well, 
                there are about 150 records of varying formats stacked in various 
                piles within 5 feet of where I'm sitting, and I'd say at least, 
                oh, 110 of 'em deserve a review immediately, because lots of 'em 
                are damn good, and even the worst of 'em are at least notable. 
                Problem is, I.....can't.....really.....seem.....to....... write......reviews......ever. 
                Have you noticed? But, like they always say these days, if you 
                can't review 'em, list 'em, and here's a few titles of interest 
                from right in front of me, stacked between the keyboard and the 
                monitor. Random stuff from all over the place (NO SCENE), and 
                quite a few of these are very good: Religious Knives Remains, 
                The Psychic Paramount Origins and Primitives vol. 1+2 
                (disc 2 especially), Michael Hurley Armchair Boogie, Anahita 
                Arcana en Cantos, United Bible Studies The Shore That 
                Fears The Sea, Cherry Blossoms (forthcoming LP), 
                Sapat Mortise and Tenon, Lee Marshall s/t, Killick Erik 
                Hinds/Dennis Palmer/Bob Stagner A.S.A.P. Wings, Richard 
                Pryor Anthology, The Move Message to the Country, 
                White Mice Efil4zaggin or whatever it's called, Eric 
                Gaffney Uncharted Waters, Aufgehoben Messidor, 
                Mic Mulligan & S. Future Original Space Neighbors, 
                Radio Shock "Burn Down Radio" EP, 2673/Unicorn 
                split, Larkin Grimm The Last Tree, Kawaguchi Masami New 
                Rock Syndicate, Foot Village Fuck the Future, AND 
                here's a little stack of weird cassettes -- let's see, we've got 
                Warmth s/t, Buffle s/t, Blues Control/Guns & Roses 
                split cassingle, Drop Out demo (a blast, as tipped 
                by Tonya Loiterman), The Ray Pacino Ensemble Be My 
                Lonely Night (best thing from the last Lal 
                Lal Lal batch besides the Armas Huutamo 7-inch! Okay, 
                I'll admit it, I liked the Javelin 7-inch too...), Sick Hour (s/t 
                on Animal Disguise, 
                damn good!) and Glass Bath Grey Gardens (everything on 
                Ides 
                so far has hit the spot, especially Climax Denial Sexuality 
                is a Curse, Crib Death Nursery, and Skull Erection 
                Towards Failure....also wanna say thanks to Ides for 
                their much appreciated Chicago 
                event listings page, carrying on where Savage 
                Sound Syndicate sadly left off....)
              And finally, 
                in case we go another 12 days before our next post (and I wouldn't 
                be surprised if we do), I should tell you real quick that I saw 
                Blues Control 
                play a show a couple nights ago and it was totally weird and great. 
                On top of being truly unique retro-futuristic heavy psychedelia 
                (that's the part I expected), the visuals of their setup combined 
                with the sonics to make me think of all kinds of unexpected things, 
                like various beats & rhythms heard from passing cars.....cheap-keyboard 
                entertainment in the neon-lit backs of inner-city restaurants...... 
                all the details you might find inside a pawn shop or bodega.... 
                what can I say, it is definitely some new kind of urban music. 
                On record it works a little differently, just a beautiful creepy 
                majestic haze, and within the haze lurks much more than the usual 
                stoner droner, because Blues Control are actually playing MUSIC 
                in there. Their new LP Puff is so good that even this 
                review is no exaggeration. Maybe someday I'll tell 
                you more about it, but in the meantime I highly recommend finding 
                out for yourself. They're still on tour (including a SXSW show 
                with an awesome lineup, see all dates below, Feb 25 post) and 
                they've got copies for sale. At least they might still 
                have copies with 'em -- they sold 7 in Chicago, and there were 
                maybe only 15 people at the show! If you do miss 'em on tour, 
                check with the record label Woodsist...
              
              MARCH 15 
                2007 (THE WHISPERING LEGIONS) 
              LOOK 
                MA, I WROTE TWO REVIEWS!
              
              SPECTRE 
                FOLK
                Papa Smurf Smiles Down On Us From Heaven CS (ABANDON 
                SHIP)
                This is really the first time I've sat down with a Spectre Folk 
                record. The closest I've come before was that absolutely destroyed 
                Spectre Flux CDR called 
                Agoue (or maybe Agove) that came out last year 
                on WFOT, but Spectre Flux is a team-up between Spectre Folk and 
                Blues Control. Other than that, I guess Valley 
                of Ashes is/was a little like a Spectre Folk big 
                band sometimes, because Pete Nolan, who is Spectre Folk, played 
                and sometimes sang with 'em. (You might have also heard him in 
                Magik Markers, Virgin Eye Blood Brothers, Vanishing Voice, Shackamaxon, 
                GHQ, and even more.) But now I'm getting the full-on Spectre Folk 
                treatment from this very recent release, a 40-minute cassette 
                on a new label called Abandon Ship Records. Side one has two songs, 
                both learned from bootlegs of Don Cherry playing on Italian TV. 
                The first one hits some fuzzed-out eastern heights not unlike 
                the Joshua Jugband 5 (see recent CD on Gulcher), which is to say 
                it carries the torch (of the mystics) high, and the second one 
                has vocals and is more broken-sounding, spread out, and amazing, 
                pretty much the mid-point between Valley of Ashes and Agoue, 
                which is to say totally ruined-fi high-lonesome alien-transmission 
                folk-noise beauty. Side 2 starts with "I Hate This Shit (No 
                Fun Fest)" which is a long noise jam, and he's pretty good 
                at that too, with guitar-driven noise that is a lot more like 
                1993 Gate than 2003 whoever. And then the tape ends on a suave 
                note with a faraway take on "You Showed Me," the Gene 
                Clark composition. Hey, I thought that was written by The Turtles! 
                Not only is this tape excellent, it's also educational..... 
                
              
              POREST
                Tourrorists! CD (ABDUCTION)
                This review is over a year late because I have no fuckin' 
                idea how to describe this monster. Um, let's see, adjectives, 
                adjectives.....how about brazen, sample-driven, manic, pissed-off, 
                over-the-top, brilliant? I mean just look at what's going on here: 
                it starts out Moog-driven with a blown-out recorded-off-of-shortwave-radio 
                feel, but after mere seconds the album suddenly cuts into a bunch 
                of dry 'ethnic-type' field recordings and samples, including one 
                from your basic racially condescending 1950s educational film, 
                and then after a brief series of bizarre transitions the album 
                launches into "Continental Revolt," suddenly a rock 
                band playing a driving two-minute Cambodian-style aggro-surf instrumental 
                hit single, followed immediately by the rather notorious "Let's 
                Roll," one of Porest's trademark canned-voice satires (see 
                also the hilarious & vicious "Tom" from Porest's 
                recent Mood Noose CD on Resipiscent), a style that strikes 
                me as an audio cousin to David Rees' Get Your War On 
                strip, automated super-square mainstream American voices saying 
                things like, "You're a white man / you're a black man 
                / let's bury the brown man / back into the sand / sign up now, 
                it's never too late / join us, the yankee doodle brigade / let's 
                roll / let's roll . . . when I masturbate I think of Bin Laden 
                / and he's been dead since 2001 . . . We're all Mohammeds now 
                / Say no more / Get down on the floor / Praise the Lord / This 
                is our holy war / We're all Mohammeds now / Hallelujah, that's 
                how we're gonna win this war / The sooner we finish, the sooner 
                we'll all be in heaven", and after all that, this crazed 
                album has the nerve to dive right into a full-on aggro ethno synth 
                disco pop song with weird Eno vibes, "Eye of the Leopard," 
                for which Porest is joined by some artist from Finland named Aaviko, 
                and whoever that is, they must rule. Amazing track, which somehow 
                segues into an equally amazing instrumental track, "Levantine 
                Spirit," a pounding metal riff breakdown on the "Eye 
                of the Leopard" feel . . . and then comes another sample-based 
                skit that creeps its way into a rhythmic satanic voice-loop noisescape, 
                and we're STILL not even halfway done -- I'm not even gonna go 
                into the late-album skit where some upper-crust American voice 
                goes on for several minutes about eating people! Take that Newt 
                Gingrich! (And hey, next time the NSA or your average Megaphone 
                user is watching you surf the web, be sure to stop 
                by the Porest site!) 
                
              
              MAR 21 2007 
                (DAY OF VESTIGES)
              OH 
                YEAH, THE OTHER TWO TAPES THAT ABANDON SHIP RECORDS HAS PUT OUT 
                ARE REAL GOOD TOO....
               One 
                of 'em is Reticent to Manifest by (VxPxC). 
                Now, I wasn't sure what to think about this new-on-the-scene Los 
                Angeleno band, mainly because they put their name inside parentheses, 
                but also because the first time I ever heard about 'em was last 
                month in Dusted 
                Destined, and I said to myself, I said, "Larry 
                Lar, you may not be the most up-on-it underground music 
                listener in the world, but if the first time you hear of a new 
                noise/experimental band is in Dusted Destined, well, something's 
                fishy." It's a zine pride thing, you wouldn't understand. 
                And hey, I'm really just kidding, the article did get me interested 
                -- after all it was written by that wily Emerson Dameron -- and 
                now Abandon Ship has sent this tape by VxPxC (oops) along and, 
                well, for a band that always puts their name inside parentheses, 
                I like it. The second time I listened to it, I liked it more. 
                I'm listening a third time right now, and I like it more still. 
                I think it might be excellent. Hazy psych jams with a refreshing 
                Morricone/soundtrack edge. It's drony, it's improvised/jammed, 
                it's rather spooky and creepy, but it's also kinda sweet and cuddly 
                and ultimately not quite like much else. Side One is heavy on 
                the accordion, always a risky move, and it even dares to break 
                into a clumsy pop chord progression for several minutes, but somehow 
                it all works, no slip-ups into wanna-be-Waits kitsch or new weird 
                folk dress-up. In fact, the jam peaks at the very end just as 
                it slows way down, into doom-rock guitar lines and post-Gibby 
                vocalise, punctuated by lo-fi dub/doom harmonica/melodica stabs 
                that are even as perfect as Blues Control's. Hey, I'd like to 
                check out more (and if you would too, go no further than the 
                (VxPxC) website with seemingly thousands of mp3s 
                available for download).
One 
                of 'em is Reticent to Manifest by (VxPxC). 
                Now, I wasn't sure what to think about this new-on-the-scene Los 
                Angeleno band, mainly because they put their name inside parentheses, 
                but also because the first time I ever heard about 'em was last 
                month in Dusted 
                Destined, and I said to myself, I said, "Larry 
                Lar, you may not be the most up-on-it underground music 
                listener in the world, but if the first time you hear of a new 
                noise/experimental band is in Dusted Destined, well, something's 
                fishy." It's a zine pride thing, you wouldn't understand. 
                And hey, I'm really just kidding, the article did get me interested 
                -- after all it was written by that wily Emerson Dameron -- and 
                now Abandon Ship has sent this tape by VxPxC (oops) along and, 
                well, for a band that always puts their name inside parentheses, 
                I like it. The second time I listened to it, I liked it more. 
                I'm listening a third time right now, and I like it more still. 
                I think it might be excellent. Hazy psych jams with a refreshing 
                Morricone/soundtrack edge. It's drony, it's improvised/jammed, 
                it's rather spooky and creepy, but it's also kinda sweet and cuddly 
                and ultimately not quite like much else. Side One is heavy on 
                the accordion, always a risky move, and it even dares to break 
                into a clumsy pop chord progression for several minutes, but somehow 
                it all works, no slip-ups into wanna-be-Waits kitsch or new weird 
                folk dress-up. In fact, the jam peaks at the very end just as 
                it slows way down, into doom-rock guitar lines and post-Gibby 
                vocalise, punctuated by lo-fi dub/doom harmonica/melodica stabs 
                that are even as perfect as Blues Control's. Hey, I'd like to 
                check out more (and if you would too, go no further than the 
                (VxPxC) website with seemingly thousands of mp3s 
                available for download). 
               And 
                the third inaugural Abandon Ship release is a tape by Quetzalcoatl 
                and it's called Vast Eternity Bridges. 
                I could swear that Quetzalcoatl was one of The Skaters' solo names 
                for about a minute back in 2005, but maybe I'm just thinking of 
                Teotihuacan. And either way, this ain't no Skater, it's a guy 
                from Ireland named Tim Hurley. Side One does sound fairly Skaters-esque, 
                though less feral and loopy, a nice chilled-out ghost-drone that 
                actually had me talking about handing out the first Blastitude 
                Popol Vuh Award in a while. Side Two, however, moves away from 
                Vuh-sound into something a little darker and edgier. Or does it? 
                Some sections are gorgeous, others are weird and uncomfortable. 
                I've listened to it twice but can't really peg it. That's a good 
                thing, so I'll look for more from this Irishman, and more from 
                 Abandon Ship. 
                (Nice covers on these tapes, by the way. They all look like wallpaper 
                or framed pictures decorating an old folk's home, which I also 
                mean as a compliment -- I'm digging the weird musty character.)
And 
                the third inaugural Abandon Ship release is a tape by Quetzalcoatl 
                and it's called Vast Eternity Bridges. 
                I could swear that Quetzalcoatl was one of The Skaters' solo names 
                for about a minute back in 2005, but maybe I'm just thinking of 
                Teotihuacan. And either way, this ain't no Skater, it's a guy 
                from Ireland named Tim Hurley. Side One does sound fairly Skaters-esque, 
                though less feral and loopy, a nice chilled-out ghost-drone that 
                actually had me talking about handing out the first Blastitude 
                Popol Vuh Award in a while. Side Two, however, moves away from 
                Vuh-sound into something a little darker and edgier. Or does it? 
                Some sections are gorgeous, others are weird and uncomfortable. 
                I've listened to it twice but can't really peg it. That's a good 
                thing, so I'll look for more from this Irishman, and more from 
                 Abandon Ship. 
                (Nice covers on these tapes, by the way. They all look like wallpaper 
                or framed pictures decorating an old folk's home, which I also 
                mean as a compliment -- I'm digging the weird musty character.) 
                
               Speaking 
                of The Skaters, I was at Reckless 
                about a week ago doing my usual four-second scan through the "Experimental/Noise 
                45s" section, when I came across something by Pan-Dolphinic 
                Dawn. Say what? I had to pick that one up and take a 
                closer look, and lo and behold, the sticker said it was a solo 
                thing by James Ferraro of The Skaters. That explained the wild 
                name, and it was the first time I've ever seen anything Skaters-related 
                in a brick-and-mortar record store, so I bought it, even though 
                it was a whopping $7.99 for a new 7-inch packaged only in two 
                hastily cut and roughly B&W-xeroxed slips of paper that don't 
                even cover the record. What's that all about, Beniffer 
                Editions? As soon as I got it home, though, I could 
                tell it was something special, maybe even $5.99-for-a-new-7-inch 
                special. The front cover shows a beaming dolphin and all its sharp 
                teeth (did you know they come from the same ancestors as wolves?), 
                with more trippy photos superimposed, such as one of an ocean 
                dawn (clearly pan-dolphinic), and the back cover prints a little 
                poem/liner note over the top of a swastika, clearly included to 
                represent its Sanskrit meaning of "well being," as held 
                universally from approximately 5000 BC through 1920 AD. The vinyl 
                is nice and sturdy. You could say that the music itself is just 
                another drop in The Skaters' ocean of deep-devotional layered-voice 
                electro-hymn drone-song, but it's a real clear drop, teeming with 
                life if you pay attention, and I, for one, always do. (Beniffer 
                writes: "i wanted to clarify about the price thing. we operate 
                out of toronto, and there are no places to press 7"s I went 
                to bill smith custom records for the pressing. Got 300 of em, 
                and paid $175 to get em shipped. I also got fucked at the border 
                which cost me another $70 which put my cost over $4USD before 
                sleeves....check beniffereditions.blogspot.com 
                for cooler updates that aren't on the geocities page.....I also 
                notice you are a ruryk fan...shit dawg pick up the gastric female 
                reflex / brian ruryk split LP rrr distros it.")
Speaking 
                of The Skaters, I was at Reckless 
                about a week ago doing my usual four-second scan through the "Experimental/Noise 
                45s" section, when I came across something by Pan-Dolphinic 
                Dawn. Say what? I had to pick that one up and take a 
                closer look, and lo and behold, the sticker said it was a solo 
                thing by James Ferraro of The Skaters. That explained the wild 
                name, and it was the first time I've ever seen anything Skaters-related 
                in a brick-and-mortar record store, so I bought it, even though 
                it was a whopping $7.99 for a new 7-inch packaged only in two 
                hastily cut and roughly B&W-xeroxed slips of paper that don't 
                even cover the record. What's that all about, Beniffer 
                Editions? As soon as I got it home, though, I could 
                tell it was something special, maybe even $5.99-for-a-new-7-inch 
                special. The front cover shows a beaming dolphin and all its sharp 
                teeth (did you know they come from the same ancestors as wolves?), 
                with more trippy photos superimposed, such as one of an ocean 
                dawn (clearly pan-dolphinic), and the back cover prints a little 
                poem/liner note over the top of a swastika, clearly included to 
                represent its Sanskrit meaning of "well being," as held 
                universally from approximately 5000 BC through 1920 AD. The vinyl 
                is nice and sturdy. You could say that the music itself is just 
                another drop in The Skaters' ocean of deep-devotional layered-voice 
                electro-hymn drone-song, but it's a real clear drop, teeming with 
                life if you pay attention, and I, for one, always do. (Beniffer 
                writes: "i wanted to clarify about the price thing. we operate 
                out of toronto, and there are no places to press 7"s I went 
                to bill smith custom records for the pressing. Got 300 of em, 
                and paid $175 to get em shipped. I also got fucked at the border 
                which cost me another $70 which put my cost over $4USD before 
                sleeves....check beniffereditions.blogspot.com 
                for cooler updates that aren't on the geocities page.....I also 
                notice you are a ruryk fan...shit dawg pick up the gastric female 
                reflex / brian ruryk split LP rrr distros it.")
               And 
                before we part ways, I've been meaning to tell you, no segue necessary: 
                Bob Dylan's World Gone Wrong, quickly recorded 
                and quietly released in 1993 for contractual obligation, is one 
                of his best albums ever (we're talking tied for seventh place, 
                at least). It's a covers album, all traditional songs, but he's 
                always done that -- his most recent album Modern Times 
                is practically 39% a covers album, and his (underrated) very first 
                album Bob Dylan is like 83% a covers album, so what's 
                wrong with 100% from 1993, especially when it sounds like it could 
                be 0%? Just Bob and an acoustic guitar from beginning to end, 
                and even though his vocals have that distinct since-1990s buzz/bray, 
                which can be more than a little bone-chilling when singing about 
                murders and tragedies, this is some of the most gorgeous stuff 
                he's ever done. And you get it right in the first song, the title 
                track, with its humongous chorus hook ("I can't be good 
                to yoooooouuuuu.....honey in a world gone wrong") followed 
                by that little guitar lilt every time, and the song right after 
                it, "Love Henry," with the soft way he sings the line 
                "I can't get down and I shan't get down".... 
                and much, much more....it's deep.....I'm digging Dylan's elusively 
                information-rich liner notes too....and with the sparse setting 
                it's impossible to deny that he's really an interesting guitar 
                player....
And 
                before we part ways, I've been meaning to tell you, no segue necessary: 
                Bob Dylan's World Gone Wrong, quickly recorded 
                and quietly released in 1993 for contractual obligation, is one 
                of his best albums ever (we're talking tied for seventh place, 
                at least). It's a covers album, all traditional songs, but he's 
                always done that -- his most recent album Modern Times 
                is practically 39% a covers album, and his (underrated) very first 
                album Bob Dylan is like 83% a covers album, so what's 
                wrong with 100% from 1993, especially when it sounds like it could 
                be 0%? Just Bob and an acoustic guitar from beginning to end, 
                and even though his vocals have that distinct since-1990s buzz/bray, 
                which can be more than a little bone-chilling when singing about 
                murders and tragedies, this is some of the most gorgeous stuff 
                he's ever done. And you get it right in the first song, the title 
                track, with its humongous chorus hook ("I can't be good 
                to yoooooouuuuu.....honey in a world gone wrong") followed 
                by that little guitar lilt every time, and the song right after 
                it, "Love Henry," with the soft way he sings the line 
                "I can't get down and I shan't get down".... 
                and much, much more....it's deep.....I'm digging Dylan's elusively 
                information-rich liner notes too....and with the sparse setting 
                it's impossible to deny that he's really an interesting guitar 
                player....
              
              
MAR 24 
                  2007 (DAY OF RURIK)
                
                  BRIAN RURYK 
                  cassette packaging.
               
               On the Day 
                of Rurik I should be givin' props to Brian 
                Ruryk, the greatest noise guitarist of all-time from 
                Canada, if not the entire world. But instead check out this 
                Charalambides vid on YouTube, playing some of their 
                best music ever, live in San Antonio just last week. Old pros! 
                Good singin', good guitar playin'. And don't miss Part 
                2 of the set, Christina's vocals are beyond. 
                Thanks to Womblife 
                for the tip! ........ And oh snap, here's a tip of my own: the 
                Warmer 
                Milks acoustic trio opening for the Charalambides at the same 
                gig! Diggin' that room, and the cinematography is 
                nice too -- thanks to narikiri 
                for the good work. No matter what they try, and they try a lot, 
                WM never fail....more on that soon, I'm sure....
              
              MAR 25 2007 
                (DAY OF SWEGDE)
              LIVE 
                ON WBLSTD (77.7 FM CHICAGO)
                Pan-Dolphinic 
                Dawn "I" 
                (Bennifer Editions)
                Cherry 
                Blossoms "Rocks and Stones" (Apostasy/Blackvelvetfuckere/Breaking 
                World/Consanguineous/Hank the Herald Angel/Yeay!)
                Holy 
                Terror "Guardians of the Netherworld" (1986 demo) 
                Armas Huutamo "Mitäs me pienistä" (Lal Lal 
                Lal)
                Armas Huutamo "Kolome kissaa" (Lal Lal Lal)
                Armas Huutamo "Yhteiskunta haisee" (Lal Lal Lal)
                Black Flag "My War" (SST)
                Hypnotic Brass Ensemble "War" (no label 10")
                Pan-Dolphinic Dawn "II" 
                (Bennifer Editions)
                Marr'Del 
                "Psalm to the Sun" (MSP Inc.) 
                Dave Bixby "Drug Song" (no label)
                Wizz Jones "Needle of Death" (Sunbeam) 
                Joanna Newsom "Sawdust & Diamonds" (Drag City)
                Jakob Olaussen "Silhouette V" (Destijl)
                Joshua Jugband 5 "[Joshua Jugband 5 track 4]" 
                (Gulcher) 
                Bo Diddley "Bo Diddley" (Chess)
                Grateful Dead "Not Fade Away (10/20/74)" (Rhino)
                Bob Dylan "Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum" (Columbia)
                MV & EE with the Bummer Road "Canned Happiness" 
                (Ecstatic Peace) 
                Spectre Folk "Italian TV 1 (Don Cherry)" (Abandon Ship 
                Records)
                Spectre Folk "Italian TV 2 (Don Cherry)" (Abandon Ship 
                Records) 
                Cherry Blossoms "Rockin' Rocket Ship" (Apostasy/Blackvelvetfuckere/Breaking 
                World/Consanguineous/Hank the Herald Angel/Yeay!)
                Mighty 
                Voices of Wonder "I Thank the Lord" (Numero Group)
                Long-Legged Woman "Drone's Not Dead" (Thor's Rubber 
                Hammer)
                Godflesh "Like Rats" (Combat)
              
              Some car blasting 
                "Cross-Eyed Mary" by Jethro Tull keeps driving around 
                the block. Every 30 seconds or so Ian Anderson flute trills come 
                and go in the distance. Totally epic. 
              
              MAR 26 2007 
                (DAY OF SVAVA)
              DAMN, 
                CHECK OUT THESE BADASSES!
                THIS IS BADASS 
                TOO (the definitive "Machine Gun," 1970 Fillmore 
                East) 
                AND 
                HIS LAST EVER PERFORMANCE IS PRETTY UNDERRATED ("Freedom" 
                is first but then comes a version of "Machine Gun" that 
                is possibly even heavier than, if not as sublime as, the Fillmore 
                East/LP version. This clip cuts off and is continued here 
                but with some absolutely blazing stuff missing -- see the 1973 
                documentary Jimi Hendrix for that.) 
                DEREK 
                BAILEY (is also badass)
                DEREK 
                BAILEY & JOHN STEVENS
                DEREK 
                BAILEY & MIN TANAKA 
                POPOL VUH
                KLAUS SCHULZE
                SY IN '83
                RELIGIOUS 
                KNIVES
                TIM BUCKLEY 
                (can really sing Fred Neil's "The Dolphins")
                RESIDENTS 
                "THIRD REICH'n'ROLL"
                SESAME STREET 
                "SUBWAY" (influenced by Taxi Driver for 
                sure)
                SESAME STREET 
                "ALIEN ALPHABET" (killer cold synth) 
                GAL COSTA 
                (what was Tropicalia thinking?)
                NEIL HAMBURGER 
                (absolutely rules on the Tom Green show!)
                
                CHIC-A-GO-GO 
                SPECIAL:
                SCISSOR GIRLS
                MAGAS 
                PEDRO BELL!
              And, since 
                last time I listed a bunch of YouTube clips I included, for some 
                reason, one non-video link regarding Jessica Rylan (aka Can't), 
                I thought I'd continue the tradition: this 
                is probably the best thing anyone has written about her music.
              
              AND 
                THIS JUST IN FROM BARRY DEAN (Stuckometer/Hearing 
                Aid): 
              Hi Larry,
              A while 
                ago I had the habit of going through you tube and searching out 
                clips of folk musics from different part of the world, sufi chanting 
                and prayer, java & bali gamelan, buddist monks chanting, mongolian 
                throat singing, eastern european and russian folk song, muslim 
                call to prayer, indian qwalli, and more, here's the list:
              http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=FEF18DBE11AEC566
              Hope you're 
                into it,
              Best, 
                Barry
              Hell 
                yeah I'm into it! Much better than cable.....
              
              MAR 31 2007 
                (DAY OF THE EVERLASTING MORAINE) 
               Gotta 
                give some props to Fuck 
                It Tapes for sending three gems along. One of them 
                is a terrific release by Excepter, called Tank 
                Tapes, on which the music is as good as the cover 
                is ugly, and as you can see to the left, that's really saying 
                something! It was "recorded live to stereo in one hour October 
                7," and it does take a little while to get going, but in 
                a good way, like cooking a meal, like people who love music being 
                patient and playful with sounds and rhythms. By side two they're 
                fully ready and they really get low down, into some killer new 
                dragged-out dubby trippy music, very heavy and one of a kind..... 
                And then
Gotta 
                give some props to Fuck 
                It Tapes for sending three gems along. One of them 
                is a terrific release by Excepter, called Tank 
                Tapes, on which the music is as good as the cover 
                is ugly, and as you can see to the left, that's really saying 
                something! It was "recorded live to stereo in one hour October 
                7," and it does take a little while to get going, but in 
                a good way, like cooking a meal, like people who love music being 
                patient and playful with sounds and rhythms. By side two they're 
                fully ready and they really get low down, into some killer new 
                dragged-out dubby trippy music, very heavy and one of a kind..... 
                And then  there's 
                The Brain Band, a bi-coastal one-shot (?) summit 
                between big names (around here at least) Karl Bauer (aka Axolotl), 
                Elisa Ambrogio (you know her, right?), Glenn Donaldson and Donovan 
                Quinn (from the Skygreen Leopards et al). Two side-longers, the 
                first built around raw live and blown-out ensemble drone singing, 
                and not a whole lot else except errant caveman (caveperson?) drums, 
                harsh concrete-bunker acoustics, and burned (group) mind. Side 
                two adds guitars and more, which blends with the singing to create 
                a really dense sound. The more I listen, the more surprised I 
                get, and the band-name seems well-chosen -- this is a really mental 
                release of sublimated drone hysteria......And last but not least
there's 
                The Brain Band, a bi-coastal one-shot (?) summit 
                between big names (around here at least) Karl Bauer (aka Axolotl), 
                Elisa Ambrogio (you know her, right?), Glenn Donaldson and Donovan 
                Quinn (from the Skygreen Leopards et al). Two side-longers, the 
                first built around raw live and blown-out ensemble drone singing, 
                and not a whole lot else except errant caveman (caveperson?) drums, 
                harsh concrete-bunker acoustics, and burned (group) mind. Side 
                two adds guitars and more, which blends with the singing to create 
                a really dense sound. The more I listen, the more surprised I 
                get, and the band-name seems well-chosen -- this is a really mental 
                release of sublimated drone hysteria......And last but not least 
                 from 
                Fuck It Tapes comes Interiors by Warmer 
                Milks. Now I'm sure that you, the regular Blastitude 
                reader, already think that I just automatically praise everything 
                the Milks do, but believe me, every single time I first put on 
                one of their new releases, or see them play a show, I'm so sure 
                they're gonna blow it that I'm practically flinching. I always 
                figure THIS will be the time -- they're gonna get TOO weird and 
                go TOO far and they're gonna totally fuck it up. But they never 
                have. Not even once, not even close. And definitely not with Interiors. 
                The first cut is called "The Hold," and it's the most 
                non-sequitir 10-minute tape-rumble album-opener since whatever 
                that was at the beginning of the Dead C's Tusk. Then 
                comes 3 or 4 more beautiful non sequitirs (with a tape flip somewhere 
                in the middle) -- Alvarius B-style acoustic guitar instro-sketch, 
                creepy whispering, toy-keyboard muzak, and whatever else I zoned 
                out too much to notice....... Alright, so go check out Fuck 
                It Tapes, and while you're over there be sure to 
                check out the label's vinyl wing, the Woodsist 
                imprint. Their
from 
                Fuck It Tapes comes Interiors by Warmer 
                Milks. Now I'm sure that you, the regular Blastitude 
                reader, already think that I just automatically praise everything 
                the Milks do, but believe me, every single time I first put on 
                one of their new releases, or see them play a show, I'm so sure 
                they're gonna blow it that I'm practically flinching. I always 
                figure THIS will be the time -- they're gonna get TOO weird and 
                go TOO far and they're gonna totally fuck it up. But they never 
                have. Not even once, not even close. And definitely not with Interiors. 
                The first cut is called "The Hold," and it's the most 
                non-sequitir 10-minute tape-rumble album-opener since whatever 
                that was at the beginning of the Dead C's Tusk. Then 
                comes 3 or 4 more beautiful non sequitirs (with a tape flip somewhere 
                in the middle) -- Alvarius B-style acoustic guitar instro-sketch, 
                creepy whispering, toy-keyboard muzak, and whatever else I zoned 
                out too much to notice....... Alright, so go check out Fuck 
                It Tapes, and while you're over there be sure to 
                check out the label's vinyl wing, the Woodsist 
                imprint. Their  crowning 
                achievement thus far, as already mentioned a few posts ago, is 
                the Puff LP by Blues Control. 
                From the front cover to the back cover to the very last run-out 
                groove, this thing is perfection. People talk about how Noise 
                has gotten big in the 2000's, and it's true, but as far as I'm 
                concerned it's only as a subset of what has really gotten big 
                in the 2000s, and that's psychedelic music, okay? I don't have 
                a cute new genre name for it or anything, it's just psychedelic 
                music, and it's darker, noisier, and more wide-ranging than ever. 
                Which is more or less where Puff comes in. I could be 
                cheeky and say that it riffs on the middle ground between the 
                Dead C and Deep Purple, but it's a lot deeper than that, and it's 
                a lot more simple
crowning 
                achievement thus far, as already mentioned a few posts ago, is 
                the Puff LP by Blues Control. 
                From the front cover to the back cover to the very last run-out 
                groove, this thing is perfection. People talk about how Noise 
                has gotten big in the 2000's, and it's true, but as far as I'm 
                concerned it's only as a subset of what has really gotten big 
                in the 2000s, and that's psychedelic music, okay? I don't have 
                a cute new genre name for it or anything, it's just psychedelic 
                music, and it's darker, noisier, and more wide-ranging than ever. 
                Which is more or less where Puff comes in. I could be 
                cheeky and say that it riffs on the middle ground between the 
                Dead C and Deep Purple, but it's a lot deeper than that, and it's 
                a lot more simple  than 
                too. Really, you just have to hear it.....One more from Woodsist 
                is the Night Wounds LP called Allergic 
                to Heat. The excellent cover art is not unlike Puff's, 
                but the music of Night Wounds is quite a bit different. They're 
                an L.A. band with a young/wild aggro-pound guitar-slash approach 
                that reminds me a little of Chicago's Coughs, but Night Wounds 
                extend the form significantly with complex and patient structures, 
                and a strange harmonic vocabulary that has a real melancholic 
                heft. On Side 2 it really opens up, most notably during the long 
                last cut "X.O.T.", in which the guitar scorches the 
                desolate earth, the percussion becomes the babelogue among the 
                displaced masses, and then a galloping groove fearlessly emerges 
                to gather them all up and take them to a new home, flames licking 
                at their heels right up until they slam the door shut behind them. 
                Seriously, it's a pretty good LP....
than 
                too. Really, you just have to hear it.....One more from Woodsist 
                is the Night Wounds LP called Allergic 
                to Heat. The excellent cover art is not unlike Puff's, 
                but the music of Night Wounds is quite a bit different. They're 
                an L.A. band with a young/wild aggro-pound guitar-slash approach 
                that reminds me a little of Chicago's Coughs, but Night Wounds 
                extend the form significantly with complex and patient structures, 
                and a strange harmonic vocabulary that has a real melancholic 
                heft. On Side 2 it really opens up, most notably during the long 
                last cut "X.O.T.", in which the guitar scorches the 
                desolate earth, the percussion becomes the babelogue among the 
                displaced masses, and then a galloping groove fearlessly emerges 
                to gather them all up and take them to a new home, flames licking 
                at their heels right up until they slam the door shut behind them. 
                Seriously, it's a pretty good LP....
              
              APR 1 2007 
                (DAY OF THE MARAUDERS) 
               And 
                we continue our Springtime Focus On New Cassette Labels with Deep 
                Fried Tapes. We first mentioned this Philadelphia 
                label back in #20 
                (Oct. 15, 2006, Day of the Hammer), regarding their exemplary 
                release by Jaime Fennelly (of PeeEssEye et al). Here's another 
                batch they just sent along, with more quality to go around. For 
                example there's Antler Piss, with a tape that 
                sounds like something really big with antlers that IS pissed. 
                But even though these sounds are animalistic and naturalistic, 
                it's really the synthetic that wins, as you can hear the extreme 
                tape manipulation right before your ears, the gears grinding, 
                the tape stretched taut and grinding against the head itself, 
                violently slowed down and then yanked back up to speed, sometimes 
                almost like the batteries are being yanked out then shoved back 
                in. And, despite all the fracturing and cutting, the whole thing 
                has an extended machine-grind undercurrent that really hits the 
                spot. Anyway, the tape is called Spit Plain, 
                the artist & title is carved right into the grey/silver-painted
And 
                we continue our Springtime Focus On New Cassette Labels with Deep 
                Fried Tapes. We first mentioned this Philadelphia 
                label back in #20 
                (Oct. 15, 2006, Day of the Hammer), regarding their exemplary 
                release by Jaime Fennelly (of PeeEssEye et al). Here's another 
                batch they just sent along, with more quality to go around. For 
                example there's Antler Piss, with a tape that 
                sounds like something really big with antlers that IS pissed. 
                But even though these sounds are animalistic and naturalistic, 
                it's really the synthetic that wins, as you can hear the extreme 
                tape manipulation right before your ears, the gears grinding, 
                the tape stretched taut and grinding against the head itself, 
                violently slowed down and then yanked back up to speed, sometimes 
                almost like the batteries are being yanked out then shoved back 
                in. And, despite all the fracturing and cutting, the whole thing 
                has an extended machine-grind undercurrent that really hits the 
                spot. Anyway, the tape is called Spit Plain, 
                the artist & title is carved right into the grey/silver-painted 
                 cassette 
                itself, there's a skull on the cover, and it's pretty fuckin' 
                good......Also on DFT and PFG is Gone to Ground 
                by Jay 
                Sullivan. It's dedicated to Jeph 
                Jerman, which is a good sign for anyone who has ever 
                sat down with some vintage 1980s and 1990s cassettes by Jerman’s 
                environmental field/sound/noise project Hands To. “Gone 
                to Ground” does indeed start out with what sounds like a 
                recording of a soft thunderstorm, and after about 45 seconds you, 
                the listener, quietly realize that you’re hearing some kind 
                of super-soft LOOP. Calm faraway thunder gets layered over calm 
                faraway thunder over calm faraway thunder. I could listen to this 
                shit for hours. Reminds me of the music by some other Hands To 
                fans I know, those new-age mavens in Watersports. (Currently busy 
                with their Blues Control alter ego.) Side two adds organ drone 
                to the storm loops, which seems kinda unnecessary to me – 
                Jerman wouldna done it! Nah, maybe he would've. Side two is good, 
                but side one is awesome........
cassette 
                itself, there's a skull on the cover, and it's pretty fuckin' 
                good......Also on DFT and PFG is Gone to Ground 
                by Jay 
                Sullivan. It's dedicated to Jeph 
                Jerman, which is a good sign for anyone who has ever 
                sat down with some vintage 1980s and 1990s cassettes by Jerman’s 
                environmental field/sound/noise project Hands To. “Gone 
                to Ground” does indeed start out with what sounds like a 
                recording of a soft thunderstorm, and after about 45 seconds you, 
                the listener, quietly realize that you’re hearing some kind 
                of super-soft LOOP. Calm faraway thunder gets layered over calm 
                faraway thunder over calm faraway thunder. I could listen to this 
                shit for hours. Reminds me of the music by some other Hands To 
                fans I know, those new-age mavens in Watersports. (Currently busy 
                with their Blues Control alter ego.) Side two adds organ drone 
                to the storm loops, which seems kinda unnecessary to me – 
                Jerman wouldna done it! Nah, maybe he would've. Side two is good, 
                but side one is awesome........ Also 
                in the Deep Fried Tapes package, but not claiming to be on any 
                particular label, comes Brown One (The Bathrobe Demos), 
                a curious release in a small brown paper sack by a group called 
                ScummO))). Alright, an anonymous parody release! 
                I thought only RRRon still did those. Thing is, ScummO))) actually 
                sound quite a bit like SunnO))), more like a respectful imitation 
                than a piss-take, and in fact, they're pretty good. Actually, 
                now that I read the fine print, the joke is that they do it all 
                with really small amps instead of really big amps. A "technical 
                rider" comes with the tape that lists the equipment -- a 
                Gorilla 
                35 watt tube cruncher, a Crate 
                GX 30M, and a Yamaha 
                HY series practice amp -- and stipulates that the "STAGE 
                MUST BE AT LEAST ONE METER WIDE TO ACCOMODATE THIS BACKLINE." 
                It's pretty funny, but in reality their music takes the SunnO))) 
                drooling heaviness and gives it a refreshing lonesome home-taper 
                feel. They also print on the back that "Maximum volume yields 
                marginal results," which, in all seriousness, is so
Also 
                in the Deep Fried Tapes package, but not claiming to be on any 
                particular label, comes Brown One (The Bathrobe Demos), 
                a curious release in a small brown paper sack by a group called 
                ScummO))). Alright, an anonymous parody release! 
                I thought only RRRon still did those. Thing is, ScummO))) actually 
                sound quite a bit like SunnO))), more like a respectful imitation 
                than a piss-take, and in fact, they're pretty good. Actually, 
                now that I read the fine print, the joke is that they do it all 
                with really small amps instead of really big amps. A "technical 
                rider" comes with the tape that lists the equipment -- a 
                Gorilla 
                35 watt tube cruncher, a Crate 
                GX 30M, and a Yamaha 
                HY series practice amp -- and stipulates that the "STAGE 
                MUST BE AT LEAST ONE METER WIDE TO ACCOMODATE THIS BACKLINE." 
                It's pretty funny, but in reality their music takes the SunnO))) 
                drooling heaviness and gives it a refreshing lonesome home-taper 
                feel. They also print on the back that "Maximum volume yields 
                marginal results," which, in all seriousness, is so often totally true....... After all this interesting and varied 
                Deep Fried activity, the label's Pink 
                Desert tape seemed a little more run-of-the-mill 
                with its drone/experimental approach, until the second time I 
                listened, at home with the lights down low, and really got into 
                the way the first side "Spectral Fog" worked a low ominous 
                hum, fluctuating slightly up and down until it damn near glowed 
                in the dark. Maybe I had been thinking of side two, "Turpentine 
                Rainbow," which takes a 'slightly processed machine hum' 
                style and doesn't do a whole lot with it. This may have been on 
                purpose, but still, A Side wins again -- although really everybody 
                wins with Deep Fried Tapes, because they're doing some good stuff! 
                (Insert emoticon here.)
 
                often totally true....... After all this interesting and varied 
                Deep Fried activity, the label's Pink 
                Desert tape seemed a little more run-of-the-mill 
                with its drone/experimental approach, until the second time I 
                listened, at home with the lights down low, and really got into 
                the way the first side "Spectral Fog" worked a low ominous 
                hum, fluctuating slightly up and down until it damn near glowed 
                in the dark. Maybe I had been thinking of side two, "Turpentine 
                Rainbow," which takes a 'slightly processed machine hum' 
                style and doesn't do a whole lot with it. This may have been on 
                purpose, but still, A Side wins again -- although really everybody 
                wins with Deep Fried Tapes, because they're doing some good stuff! 
                (Insert emoticon here.) 
              
              APR 2 2007 
                (DAY OF THE HOLY MOUNTAIN) 
               
 
              
              Just 
                a quick reminder about May 1....
                and that the record label called Holy 
                Mountain is ruling as much as ever -- been wrapping 
                my head around the Daniel (A.I.U.) Higgs Ancestral Songs 
                CD for about a month now -- who can deny the two Om albums thus 
                far -- don't forget that lost classic LP by the Baseball Astrologer 
                -- and they're putting out something by Blues Control soon.... 
              
              
              APR 15 2007 
                (DAY OF YNGVE) 
               Today's 
                cassette label of note is Hearing 
                Aid of Manchester, UK. I've got their first three 
                releases here, each tape in an odd little hand-sewn cloth pouch, 
                identical except for color and, the crowning touch, catalog number 
                and name of the recording artist(s) printed on a T-shirt style 
                tag. First up on side A of Hearing Aid 01 is Stuckometer, 
                an under-the-radar quartet mining the vintage 1993 Harry Pussy 
                sound as directly as anyone else these days. Here they play a 
                splattering-shrapnel salvo that spreads out for 10-15 minutes. 
                Drumkit 
                and guitars play with plenty of spirit and throw dirt everywhere, 
                but it’s the bass, with a busy quasi-swinging 1960s free 
                jazz style, that actually breaks and rakes the most ground. Side 
                two belongs to the Milk Teeth duo, one 
                member of Stuckometer and someone else, here playing no-wave caveman 
                drums along with a crude no-input-style amp-hum that ‘blossoms’ 
                into power electronics. Pretty ripping, but also had me checking 
                my watch a couple times before the 15-odd-minute running time 
                was up. These two sides seem more like strong place-holders next 
                to the groundbreakers that follow on
Today's 
                cassette label of note is Hearing 
                Aid of Manchester, UK. I've got their first three 
                releases here, each tape in an odd little hand-sewn cloth pouch, 
                identical except for color and, the crowning touch, catalog number 
                and name of the recording artist(s) printed on a T-shirt style 
                tag. First up on side A of Hearing Aid 01 is Stuckometer, 
                an under-the-radar quartet mining the vintage 1993 Harry Pussy 
                sound as directly as anyone else these days. Here they play a 
                splattering-shrapnel salvo that spreads out for 10-15 minutes. 
                Drumkit 
                and guitars play with plenty of spirit and throw dirt everywhere, 
                but it’s the bass, with a busy quasi-swinging 1960s free 
                jazz style, that actually breaks and rakes the most ground. Side 
                two belongs to the Milk Teeth duo, one 
                member of Stuckometer and someone else, here playing no-wave caveman 
                drums along with a crude no-input-style amp-hum that ‘blossoms’ 
                into power electronics. Pretty ripping, but also had me checking 
                my watch a couple times before the 15-odd-minute running time 
                was up. These two sides seem more like strong place-holders next 
                to the groundbreakers that follow on  Hearing Aid 02, a self-titled tape by Cooper 
                Jones Nichols. They are a guitar/guitar/drums trio, 
                you know, the same lineup as, oh, Lambsbread and (certain eras 
                of) the aforementioned Harry Pussy, and with Stuckometer and Milk 
                Teeth still ringing in my ears, I expected more of the same (insane 
                noise rock splatter). But hey, I’m excited to report that 
                CJN throw curves with quietude, restraint, and acoustic guitars, 
                playing out-there, angular, adventurous, rather melodic, exploratory 
                free skiffle with a nice 80s DIY rainy-day melancholy undercurrent 
                (thanks to distinct basement-hollow home-taper sound that is quite 
                a bit grungier than the songs on their MySpace). This would make 
                a nice 7-inch! But you know cassette EPs rule too....... And speaking 
                of which, Hearing Aid 03 is another split, one side
 
                Hearing Aid 02, a self-titled tape by Cooper 
                Jones Nichols. They are a guitar/guitar/drums trio, 
                you know, the same lineup as, oh, Lambsbread and (certain eras 
                of) the aforementioned Harry Pussy, and with Stuckometer and Milk 
                Teeth still ringing in my ears, I expected more of the same (insane 
                noise rock splatter). But hey, I’m excited to report that 
                CJN throw curves with quietude, restraint, and acoustic guitars, 
                playing out-there, angular, adventurous, rather melodic, exploratory 
                free skiffle with a nice 80s DIY rainy-day melancholy undercurrent 
                (thanks to distinct basement-hollow home-taper sound that is quite 
                a bit grungier than the songs on their MySpace). This would make 
                a nice 7-inch! But you know cassette EPs rule too....... And speaking 
                of which, Hearing Aid 03 is another split, one side  by 
                Serfs 
                and the other by The Whole Voyaid. These names 
                mean nothing to me, and there’s no insert or any additional 
                info, but I suspect that a Stuckometermaid or two might be involved. 
                Serfs start with more clatter and hum and free jazz motion from 
                some sort of under-the-weather (and possibly invented) bowed stringed 
                instrument. It shows all signs of being another way-sideways Hearing 
                Aid-style take on fire music & free improvisation, but suddenly 
                swerves into some rather glorious sundazed modal/chordal guitar 
                improvisation, sounding ill and broken but triumphant, a minor 
                phoenix rising from some obscure ashes that hardly anybody was 
                paying attention to anyway. The Whole Voyaid are another duo, 
                or maybe a trio, that combine bowing/crumbling/skittering free 
                music with in-the-red e-bowed psychedelic lead guitar, all in 
                a strong exploratory mode. Hell, this tape is almost as good as 
                the Cooper Jones Nichols. Taken together, all five acts on these 
                three releases sound closely related, a few serious goofs having 
                a little neverending Company Week in their basements. When they 
                feel like surfacing for an actual gig, a certain combination might 
                show up as Stuckometer and bash out something that the average 
                football fan would still associate with rock music (at least after 
                the anger dies down). But at heart they all just want to explore 
                and improvise with various (often extreme rock-derived) sound 
                combinations, and release tapes of some of the results in weird 
                little sewn pouches. Makes perfect sense to me....
by 
                Serfs 
                and the other by The Whole Voyaid. These names 
                mean nothing to me, and there’s no insert or any additional 
                info, but I suspect that a Stuckometermaid or two might be involved. 
                Serfs start with more clatter and hum and free jazz motion from 
                some sort of under-the-weather (and possibly invented) bowed stringed 
                instrument. It shows all signs of being another way-sideways Hearing 
                Aid-style take on fire music & free improvisation, but suddenly 
                swerves into some rather glorious sundazed modal/chordal guitar 
                improvisation, sounding ill and broken but triumphant, a minor 
                phoenix rising from some obscure ashes that hardly anybody was 
                paying attention to anyway. The Whole Voyaid are another duo, 
                or maybe a trio, that combine bowing/crumbling/skittering free 
                music with in-the-red e-bowed psychedelic lead guitar, all in 
                a strong exploratory mode. Hell, this tape is almost as good as 
                the Cooper Jones Nichols. Taken together, all five acts on these 
                three releases sound closely related, a few serious goofs having 
                a little neverending Company Week in their basements. When they 
                feel like surfacing for an actual gig, a certain combination might 
                show up as Stuckometer and bash out something that the average 
                football fan would still associate with rock music (at least after 
                the anger dies down). But at heart they all just want to explore 
                and improvise with various (often extreme rock-derived) sound 
                combinations, and release tapes of some of the results in weird 
                little sewn pouches. Makes perfect sense to me....
              
                COOPER JONES (and maybe NICHOLS?)
              
               And 
                hey, one more from Stuckometer -- a split LP 
                with a French group called Agripon, on a French 
                label called Galerie 
                Pache. This has gotta be the strongest Stuckometer 
                statement so far. I might be saying that simply because it's on 
                vinyl, but I'm also saying it because they are on fire here, like 
                they're finally going to destroy everything they've ever wanted 
                or needed to destroy, and they only have 5 minutes to do it. It 
                runs about 10 minutes because they destroyed the timekeeper, too, 
                and then they do "Part 2," a 5 minute coda that explores 
                both the celebration and the trepidation of their new-found freedom, 
                because nothing is perfect and freedom is overrated. But seriously, 
                as you know, when a group of noiseniks go into 'full-on' mode 
                as readily as this, it so often just sounds like a monochromatic 
                blur, but there are so many weird pockets in this performance 
                where the instruments alternately complement and contrast each 
                other, and these combinations come and go so rapidly, you could 
                almost swear Anthony Braxton was conducting or something. Or at 
                least that Stuckometer spent a lot of time composing and rehearsing 
                this monster. But I kinda doubt that they did. On the other side, 
                Agripon are an absurd drums and guitar duo that, 
                like Stuckometer, boldly wreck shit at high velocity. (Their side 
                plays at 45 RPM and runs just under 9 minutes.) They also change 
                things up more than you'd think -- there are something like five 
                different tracks on here, some containing riffs (y'know, like 
                compositions), all containing lots of crazed amplifier 
                frequencies, some containing actual momentarily quiet sections, 
                and the whole thing containing actual top-notch musicianship -- 
                the guitarist coaxes all kinds of clicking/popping/rumbling textures 
                out of his or her particular wall of noise, and the drummer is 
                just a classic high-energy post-hardcore bombast-wailer. They 
                are far from the first duo to be playing in this style, but they 
                sound genuinely excited about it, and it's pretty contagious. 
                So good record, 300 pressed.....
And 
                hey, one more from Stuckometer -- a split LP 
                with a French group called Agripon, on a French 
                label called Galerie 
                Pache. This has gotta be the strongest Stuckometer 
                statement so far. I might be saying that simply because it's on 
                vinyl, but I'm also saying it because they are on fire here, like 
                they're finally going to destroy everything they've ever wanted 
                or needed to destroy, and they only have 5 minutes to do it. It 
                runs about 10 minutes because they destroyed the timekeeper, too, 
                and then they do "Part 2," a 5 minute coda that explores 
                both the celebration and the trepidation of their new-found freedom, 
                because nothing is perfect and freedom is overrated. But seriously, 
                as you know, when a group of noiseniks go into 'full-on' mode 
                as readily as this, it so often just sounds like a monochromatic 
                blur, but there are so many weird pockets in this performance 
                where the instruments alternately complement and contrast each 
                other, and these combinations come and go so rapidly, you could 
                almost swear Anthony Braxton was conducting or something. Or at 
                least that Stuckometer spent a lot of time composing and rehearsing 
                this monster. But I kinda doubt that they did. On the other side, 
                Agripon are an absurd drums and guitar duo that, 
                like Stuckometer, boldly wreck shit at high velocity. (Their side 
                plays at 45 RPM and runs just under 9 minutes.) They also change 
                things up more than you'd think -- there are something like five 
                different tracks on here, some containing riffs (y'know, like 
                compositions), all containing lots of crazed amplifier 
                frequencies, some containing actual momentarily quiet sections, 
                and the whole thing containing actual top-notch musicianship -- 
                the guitarist coaxes all kinds of clicking/popping/rumbling textures 
                out of his or her particular wall of noise, and the drummer is 
                just a classic high-energy post-hardcore bombast-wailer. They 
                are far from the first duo to be playing in this style, but they 
                sound genuinely excited about it, and it's pretty contagious. 
                So good record, 300 pressed.....
              
              APR 17 2007 
                (DAY OF GOTALAND)
              LIVE 
                ON WBLSTD (777.666 FM CHICAGO)
                Velvet Underground "The Nothing Song" (Valleydale Ballroom)
                The Boogiemonsters "Muzik Appreciation (Sweet Music)" 
                (Pendulum/EMI) 
                J.S. Bach "Suite No. 1 in G major, Prelude" (Naxos) 
                
                Giant Skyflower Band "Oh Mary Green" (Soft Abuse)
                Ramblin' Thomas "Poor Boy Blues" (Smithsonian Folkways)
                Cannon's Jug Stompers "Feather Bed" (Smithsonian Folkways)
                Dock Boggs "Country Blues" (Smithsonian Folkways)
                Sid Hemphill "Devil's Dream" (Rounder)
                Sid Hemphill "John Henry" (Rounder) 
                John Fahey "John Henry Variations" (Takoma)
                John Fahey "Nine-Pound Hammer" (Takoma) 
                Bob Dylan "Jack-A-Roe" (Columbia)
                MV & EE "Beamish, Cocola & Collard Greens" (Child 
                of Microtones)
                MV & EE "MV's A-Frame Stomp" (Child of Microtones)
                MV & EE with the Bummer Road "Drive Is That I Love You" 
                (Ecstatic Peace)
                The 
                Bad Trips "War On Drugs" (Rocketship Records)
                The Futurians “Own Your Science” (Invisible Generation) 
                
                Brother J.T. & Vibrolux "Comet" (Siltbreeze)
                Agripon "[two untitled tracks]" (Galerie Pache) 
                Stuckometer "Jodrell Bank (In The Palm Of Your Hand), Part 
                1" (Galerie Pache) 
                Warhammer 48K "[track 6]" (self-released)
                Ceylon Mange "Into Filth River" (HP Cycle) 
                The Fun Years "Powerball Annie" (Barge)
              
              APR 20 2007 
                (MAELSTROM) 
               Hey, 
                Grady Runyan is back. For some of you that name will need no introduction, 
                but I'll tell the rest that he was the psychedelic lead guitarist 
                extraordinaire for what are honestly two of the most scorching 
                rock bands from the last 20 years, Monoshock 
                and Liquorball. Now here he is about ten years after 
                the last Liquorball record with a band called The Bad 
                Trips -- in fact, this self-titled debut LP was recorded 
                at his Ventura, California record store. At first I was going 
                to say the obvious, that the Bad Trips are closer to Liquorball 
                than Monoshock, but I just pulled out Liquorball Fucks the 
                Sky for the first time in a couple years and ssshhheeeezzzzus 
                -- that thing is cackling pulsating maniacal acid-splatter of 
                the most undeniably fucked-sky variety. Compared to that, The 
                Bad Trips are pretty chilled-out and subdued in their menace, 
                no vocals this time, laid-back tempos slower than the slowest 
                of Liquorball's, a more fluent yet in-the-pocket rhythm section, 
                and dual guitar work that doesn't just throw the flame in your 
                face so much as contain it in the corner and steadily stoke it 
                until the whole place is sweating. Older and wiser? Maybe, maybe..... 
                either way, they've made a record subtle enough to command repeat 
                listens and aggressive enough to cut a little deeper with each 
                one.
Hey, 
                Grady Runyan is back. For some of you that name will need no introduction, 
                but I'll tell the rest that he was the psychedelic lead guitarist 
                extraordinaire for what are honestly two of the most scorching 
                rock bands from the last 20 years, Monoshock 
                and Liquorball. Now here he is about ten years after 
                the last Liquorball record with a band called The Bad 
                Trips -- in fact, this self-titled debut LP was recorded 
                at his Ventura, California record store. At first I was going 
                to say the obvious, that the Bad Trips are closer to Liquorball 
                than Monoshock, but I just pulled out Liquorball Fucks the 
                Sky for the first time in a couple years and ssshhheeeezzzzus 
                -- that thing is cackling pulsating maniacal acid-splatter of 
                the most undeniably fucked-sky variety. Compared to that, The 
                Bad Trips are pretty chilled-out and subdued in their menace, 
                no vocals this time, laid-back tempos slower than the slowest 
                of Liquorball's, a more fluent yet in-the-pocket rhythm section, 
                and dual guitar work that doesn't just throw the flame in your 
                face so much as contain it in the corner and steadily stoke it 
                until the whole place is sweating. Older and wiser? Maybe, maybe..... 
                either way, they've made a record subtle enough to command repeat 
                listens and aggressive enough to cut a little deeper with each 
                one. 
              
                Bad Trips session 
                at Grady's Record Refuge, Ventura, CA. Photo from thebadtrips.com. 
                
              And hey, the 
                West Coast may be blowing up with Bad Trips and Wooden Shjips, 
                but if you're into those bands as much as you should be, well, 
                then you've got to be into Ohio's long-running Fuzzhead 
                too. I've told you before, and I'll probably tell you again, Fuzzhead 
                recently released two CDR albums, Raining Sparks and 
                Burning Bridges (recorded a week apart in late 2005 and 
                early 2006) that do the same flowing-psych thing as 
                the Trips and Shjips, and they do it just as well. Even if you 
                don't agree, you will enjoy their excellent rock rhythm section 
                and great guitar playing anyway. Try their 
                MySpace page?.....I know this post about some of 
                the best guitar-band psych-rock of today is breaking from this 
                issue's developing 'cassette label' theme, but don't worry, we'll 
                be getting back to it.....and in the meantime why not take a look 
                at the first stages of Cassette 
                Gods.....
              
              APR 24 2007 
                (DAY OF THE GAMELAN)
              
                
                Been missing tons of good day-names by Angus MacLise due to my 
                non-posts, like Day of the Palisades, Day of the Doldrums, Krakatoa 
                Day, Plaint of the Host, Day of Sargasso, the Remnants of Bela, 
                Day of the Walpurgis Night.... I like the ones that send me to 
                wikipedia, like April 18th, Day of the Bema ("Originally 
                used in Athens as a tribunal from which orators addressed the 
                citizens as well as the courts of law, the bema later became a 
                standard fixture in Christian churches......the Bema Seat, the 
                final judgment of Christians by Jesus Christ that determines what 
                rewards they will receive for their deeds during life..."). 
                And today is Day of the Gamelan, so let's all play some gamelan 
                music! I'm going to play Music from the Morning of 
                the World, the first gamelan record I ever heard 
                when I bought an old used LP copy many years ago.....couldn't 
                believe my ears, even before the monkey chant....turns out this 
                was the first album released in the Nonesuch Explorer series, 
                back in 1967. The work of on-location recording engineer David 
                Lewiston is right up there with, I don't know, Frank Zappa's on 
                Trout Mask Replica for rawest and rockingest field recording 
                of the times. Lewiston's story is somewhat interesting -- before 
                working for Nonesuch, he studied the music and teachings of Georgii 
                Ivanovitch Gurdjieff with Gurdjieff's disciple Thomas de Hartmann. 
                Go here 
                for an interview....
              
              APR 25 2007 
                (DAY OF NIAGRA)
              
              That's right 
                folks, it was 42 years ago today, a couple years before Sgt. Pepper 
                taught that goddamn band to play, when the Theater of Eternal 
                Music (Cale, Conrad, MacLise, Young, and Zazeela) played a particularly 
                brutal drone music session in New York City. It was roughly recorded 
                by....somebody, and 35 years later in 2000, roughly licensed by 
                some unknown person to the Table of the Elements label for a CD 
                release. I think I'll put it on, for the first time in a few years.... 
                and daaammmn. I mean, when I first heard it in 2000 I couldn't 
                believe how harsh & gross the music was, but even now that 
                I've heard Wolf Eyes and Hair Police and Carlos Giffoni and whomever 
                else, I still can't believe it. Hell, this 42-year-old jam makes 
                Double Leopards sound like Def Leppard, as in "Love Bites." 
                (Just kidding, of course, that wasn't supposed to make any sense, 
                but Niagra is seriously a heavy piece.)
              
              APR 
                27 2007 (DAY OF KALIMANTAN)
              
              I 
                mentioned a couple weeks ago how much I've been listening to Daniel 
                (A.I.U.) Higgs's album Ancestral Songs....any 
                album with an opening song that repeats phrases like "Lucifer 
                the child-bride of the Christ" is going to get some attention, 
                but it's not just the words, it's the way he sings them and plays 
                the song on acoustic guitar, because the ringing sounds and images 
                clear out enough quiet and charged imaginal space that the listener 
                actually gets a nice long opportunity to reflect on what the phrase 
                might mean to him or her right now, especially in combination 
                with such mantras as "Living in the kingdom of death." 
                Higgs has always worked like that, in and out of Lungfish. 
                And don't even get me started on how much imaginal space he clears 
                with the 10-minute psychedelic jews-harp and (Stavis-worthy!) 
                banjo improvisations that are on here too....for these tour dates 
                he's playing with fellow sometime Baltimorean 
                and Heresee 
                family member Chiara Giovando, which should be interesting to 
                say the least, and they are opening for those My Bloody Valentine 
                fans in Brightblack Morning Light.....I shoulda gotta babysitter.....
              DANIEL 
                (A.I.U.) HIGGS/CHIARA GIOVANDO
                on tour with BRIGHTBLACK MORNING LIGHT
              Fri 
                Apr 27 Empty Bottle Chicago IL Daniel A.I.U. Higgs & Chiara 
                Giovando duo w/ Brightblack Morning Light (hey, that's tonight, 
                hurry!)
              Sat Apr 28 
                Asterisk Gallery Cleveland OH Daniel A.I.U. Higgs & Chiara 
                Giovando duo w/ Matthew Wascovich, Andrew Klimek, Ted Flynn, Ha 
                Ha La
              Sun Apr 29 
                Belvedere's Pittsburgh PA Daniel A.I.U. Higgs & Chiara Giovando 
                duo w/ Shep and Me
              Mon Apr 30 
                Soundlab Buffalo NY Daniel A.I.U. Higgs & Chiara Giovando 
                duo w/ Brightblack Morning Light
              Wed May 02 
                Eclectic House Middletown CT Daniel A.I.U. Higgs & Chiara 
                Giovando duo w/Brightblack Morning Light
              Fri May 04 
                SMOG Annandale-On-Hudson NY Daniel A.I.U. Higgs & Chiara Giovando 
                duo w/Brightblack Morning Light
              Sat May 05 
                Mercury Lounge New York NY Daniel A.I.U. Higgs & Chiara Giovando 
                duo w/Brightblack Morning Light
              Sun May 06 
                Southpaw Brooklyn NY Daniel A.I.U. Higgs & Chiara Giovando 
                duo w/ Brightblack Morning Light
              
              MAY 3 2007 
                (BRIDGE OF DREAD) 
              Sightings 
                are going on tour starting tonight (Thursday May 3) at the Glasslands 
                in Brooklyn, NY. I found this out because I just happened across 
                their MySpace 
                page, and man, you gotta check out the new as-of-yet 
                unreleased song "Newports" they've got up there. They're 
                definitely getting into some new territory, obviously in the vocals, 
                but in other aspects too. And they've always been an excellent 
                live band....
              3 May 2007 
                Glasslands Brooklyn, New York
                4 May 2007 Nom D'Artiste Boston, Massachusetts
                5 May 2007 Eagle's Nest Northampton, Massachusetts
                6 May 2007 Zoobizarre Montreal, Quebec
                7 May 2007 Sneaky Dee's Toronto, Ontario
                8 May 2007 Bohemian National Home Detroit, Michigan
                9 May 2007 Beachland Tavern Cleveland, Ohio
                10 May 2007 Skylab Columbus, Ohio
                11 May 2007 The Icehouse Lexington, Kentucky
                12 May 2007 Fort Gondo St. Louis, Missouri
                13 May 2007 Empty Bottle Chicago, Illinois
                14 May 2007 Picador Iowa City, Iowa
                15 May 2007 Turf Club St. Paul, Minnesota
                16 May 2007 8th Street Tap Room Lawrence, Kansas
                17 May 2007 Rhinoceropolis Denver, Colorado
                18 May 2007 TBA Boise, Idaho
                19 May 2007 El Corazon (early show!!! 7PM) Seattle, Washington
                20 May 2007 Ground Kontrol Portland, Oregon
                21 May 2007 Hemlock Tavern San Francisco, California
                23 May 2007 Uptown Nightclub Oakland, California
                24 May 2007 The Smell Los Angeles, California
                25 May 2007 Smog Shop National City (San Diego), California
                26 May 2007 TBA Phoenix, Arizona
                28 May 2007 House of Tinnitus Denton, Texas
                29 May 2007 Scoots Inn Austin, Texas
                30 May 2007 Proletariat Houston, Texas
                31 May 2007 TBA Shreveport, Louisiana
                1 Jun 2007 Drunken Unicorn Atlanta, Georgia
                2 Jun 2007 TBA Asheville, North Carolina
                3 Jun 2007 TBA Chapel Hill, North Carolina
                4 Jun 2007 TBA Richmond, Virginia
                5 Jun 2007 Johnny Brenda's Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
              
              MAY 8 2007 
                (DAY OF THE TOWER)
              LIVE 
                ON WBLSTD (777.666 FM CHICAGO) 
                Lambsbread "[Stereo Mars side 2]" (Ecstatic 
                Peace)
                Terry Riley "Persian Surgery Dervishes (18 avril 1971)" 
                (Mantra)
                Zaimph "Incandescent Landscape" (Gipsy Sphinx) 
                Smegma "Pillaloo" (Tim/Kerr)
                Smegma "Stereo Action" (Tim/Kerr)
                Georgia Ann Muldrow "Simply a Joy" (Stones Throw) 
                De La Soul "En Focus" (Tommy Boy)
                War "City, Country, City" (United Artists) 
                Circle "Gerde" (Last Visible Dog)
                Sandoz Lab Technicians "Nebulous" (Last Visible Dog) 
                
                Blues Control "Always on Time" (Woodsist) 
                The Futurians "Battles" (Invisible Generation)
                Human Adult Band "Rock Camp 4 Girls" (side 
                one, track one) (no label cassette)
                Airway "Live at Lace (part one)" (Harbinger Sound) 
                Air Conditioning "Accept Your Paralysis / Cephalexin" 
                (Load) 
                Violent Students "Towelhead" (WFOT) 
                Nothing People "Twinkie Defense" (Ss Records) 
                Homostupids 
                "Having a Houseguest" (Richie Records)
                Homostupids "Finding the Corpse" (Richie Records)
                Homostupids "Waiting for the House" (Richie Records)
                Clockcleaner "Frogrammer" (Richie Records) 
                D. Charles Speer "Past or Beyond" (Sound@1)
                De La 
                Soul "Breakadawn" (Tommy Boy) 
                Face Place "live at casa gameboy 7-23-05 (featuring Mike 
                Shiflet)" (Little Miracles) 
              
              
              MAY 
                14 2007 (FIFTH DAY OF THE ZENITH)
              "last 
                minute show this Wednesday 5/16
              Magik 
                Markers you know them... fresh from recording 
                sessions with Lee Ranaldo 
                Axolotl San Francisco brain frenzied renaissance 
                sound sculptor plays a rare new york show 
                Racoooon from Iowa City... America's last 
                stronghold of true psych
              Silent Barn/Raven's 
                Den
                915 Wyckoff Ave @ Hancock | Ridgewood/Bushwick, QNS/BKLYN L-Halsey 
                or 
                M-Myrtle/Wyckoff | 8pm | all ages 5 Dollars"
              
              MAY 18 2007 
                (DAY OF THE OKAPI)
              AND THE EARLY 
                CONTENDERS FOR ALBUM OF THE YEAR ARE.....
               .....Puff 
                by Blues Control (Woodsist) and Guitar Music of the Western 
                Sahara by Group Doueh (Sublime Frequencies), of course, but 
                what else? Well, one album I think I've already listened to more 
                than either of those is Cleaning the Mirror 
                by Pink Reason (Siltbreeze), 
                and I finally just got it a week ago. His/their 7" from last 
                year was great, but this full-length LP is just monumental. It's 
                basically a ballads record, with many great sounds and heavy feelings 
                breathing in and out of its utterly zoned songs of sadness, like 
                fuzzy impressions of early Leonard Cohen, Ennio Morricone, Psychocandy, 
                Joy Division on 16RPM, and other intangibles. Of course anyone 
                who digs Bill Smog should hear this, but I'd be willing to go 
                a little further and call Cleaning the Mirror the closest 
                any one American has yet come to the discolated grandeur of the 
                ballads on Spence's Oar. And if you think that sounds 
                like hyperbole, well.... maybe you should just check it out. Available 
                on CD too, so no excuses....
.....Puff 
                by Blues Control (Woodsist) and Guitar Music of the Western 
                Sahara by Group Doueh (Sublime Frequencies), of course, but 
                what else? Well, one album I think I've already listened to more 
                than either of those is Cleaning the Mirror 
                by Pink Reason (Siltbreeze), 
                and I finally just got it a week ago. His/their 7" from last 
                year was great, but this full-length LP is just monumental. It's 
                basically a ballads record, with many great sounds and heavy feelings 
                breathing in and out of its utterly zoned songs of sadness, like 
                fuzzy impressions of early Leonard Cohen, Ennio Morricone, Psychocandy, 
                Joy Division on 16RPM, and other intangibles. Of course anyone 
                who digs Bill Smog should hear this, but I'd be willing to go 
                a little further and call Cleaning the Mirror the closest 
                any one American has yet come to the discolated grandeur of the 
                ballads on Spence's Oar. And if you think that sounds 
                like hyperbole, well.... maybe you should just check it out. Available 
                on CD too, so no excuses.... And 
                then there's Blastitude 
                #18 cover stars Air Conditioning 
                and their Dead Rails CD on Load 
                Records. I've gotta say, this is about exactly what 
                I hoped a new album by this band would sound like, except even 
                better. The white-knuckle speed-king biker-rhythms are still there, 
                but even more perfectly drowned in shit. For example, I had a 
                feeling there were vocals ranting away throughout the first track, 
                but it took me at least two listens just to really figure out 
                how and where, because the mix places them in such a perfect secret 
                place. In addition to truly inspired singing and playing, what 
                makes these four songs (total running time 33 minutes) is the 
                production -- tip of the hat to recordist/mixer Kris 
                Lapke of Louder 
                than Life. The sequencing is perfect too -- by the 
                time they get to the last track it's already clear that they're 
                going to do no wrong, but they raise the bar anyway with a 15-minute 
                monster called "Accept Your Paralysis/Cephalexin," which 
                is basically the "A Love Supreme" of 21st century noise
And 
                then there's Blastitude 
                #18 cover stars Air Conditioning 
                and their Dead Rails CD on Load 
                Records. I've gotta say, this is about exactly what 
                I hoped a new album by this band would sound like, except even 
                better. The white-knuckle speed-king biker-rhythms are still there, 
                but even more perfectly drowned in shit. For example, I had a 
                feeling there were vocals ranting away throughout the first track, 
                but it took me at least two listens just to really figure out 
                how and where, because the mix places them in such a perfect secret 
                place. In addition to truly inspired singing and playing, what 
                makes these four songs (total running time 33 minutes) is the 
                production -- tip of the hat to recordist/mixer Kris 
                Lapke of Louder 
                than Life. The sequencing is perfect too -- by the 
                time they get to the last track it's already clear that they're 
                going to do no wrong, but they raise the bar anyway with a 15-minute 
                monster called "Accept Your Paralysis/Cephalexin," which 
                is basically the "A Love Supreme" of 21st century noise 
                 rock. 
                Or something like that......and of course there's the long-awaited 
                debut LP by 
                The Cherry Blossoms. This weird and joyous large-ensemble 
                cracked-folk band has been spoken of in not-so-hushed tones for 
                a few years now....I remember their appearance at the 2004 
                Gladtree Festival in Amherst, Massachusets making 
                quite a stir, and maybe it sorta led directly to this LP, released 
                by a Massachusets & Kentucky label hookup: Apostasy, Blackvelvetfuckere, 
                Breaking World, Consanguineous, Hank the Herald Angel, and Yeay! 
                (all of which had, ahem, representatives at said festival). A 
                lot of these songs have been available for mp3 download on the 
                Blossoms' website for at least a couple years now, 
                but it's real nice to have 'em all wrapped up on a well-pressed 
                LP complete with a  Peggy 
                Snow cover painting. It's her band, along with John 
                Allingham -- they're the two who sing lead and write songs -- 
                joined by a surely rag-tag crew of background singers, auxiliary 
                percussionists, kazoo players, and who knows what else. This thing 
                has 12 songs and every single one is a gem -- I love the two Allingham 
                songs with "rock" in the title, "Rockin' Rocket 
                Ship" and "Rocks and Stones" ("rocks and 
                stones will weigh you down / money it can kill ya") 
                and Snow's great ones include "The Mighty Mississippi," 
                "Golden Windows," and "The Wind Did Blow," 
                which is so nice it almost sounds like what woulda happened if 
                the VU had just had Mo Tucker sing the ballads on their first 
                album instead of Nico, after inviting the Holy Modal Rounders' 
                Indian War Whoop lineup to sit in of course. There's 
                even a Blue Oyster Cult cover. Kudos all around -- now the only 
                question is where is the Arizona Drains vinyl?
rock. 
                Or something like that......and of course there's the long-awaited 
                debut LP by 
                The Cherry Blossoms. This weird and joyous large-ensemble 
                cracked-folk band has been spoken of in not-so-hushed tones for 
                a few years now....I remember their appearance at the 2004 
                Gladtree Festival in Amherst, Massachusets making 
                quite a stir, and maybe it sorta led directly to this LP, released 
                by a Massachusets & Kentucky label hookup: Apostasy, Blackvelvetfuckere, 
                Breaking World, Consanguineous, Hank the Herald Angel, and Yeay! 
                (all of which had, ahem, representatives at said festival). A 
                lot of these songs have been available for mp3 download on the 
                Blossoms' website for at least a couple years now, 
                but it's real nice to have 'em all wrapped up on a well-pressed 
                LP complete with a  Peggy 
                Snow cover painting. It's her band, along with John 
                Allingham -- they're the two who sing lead and write songs -- 
                joined by a surely rag-tag crew of background singers, auxiliary 
                percussionists, kazoo players, and who knows what else. This thing 
                has 12 songs and every single one is a gem -- I love the two Allingham 
                songs with "rock" in the title, "Rockin' Rocket 
                Ship" and "Rocks and Stones" ("rocks and 
                stones will weigh you down / money it can kill ya") 
                and Snow's great ones include "The Mighty Mississippi," 
                "Golden Windows," and "The Wind Did Blow," 
                which is so nice it almost sounds like what woulda happened if 
                the VU had just had Mo Tucker sing the ballads on their first 
                album instead of Nico, after inviting the Holy Modal Rounders' 
                Indian War Whoop lineup to sit in of course. There's 
                even a Blue Oyster Cult cover. Kudos all around -- now the only 
                question is where is the Arizona Drains vinyl?
              
              MAY 19 2007 
                (DAY OF THE IMPALA) 
              
              AND THE EARLY 
                CONTENDERS FOR SINGLE OF THE YEAR ARE.....
              
              There's no 
                way I can pick single of the year, any year. I’ve got over 
                fifty 7" records piled up here, and since I’m not  
                Doug Mosurak 
                there’s no way they’re ALL gonna even get listened 
                to, let alone reviewed. I’ll tell you the ones that keep 
                rising to the top, though (even though they might all be from 
                2006 for all I know)….first place has gotta go to this D. 
                Charles Speer record because these two songs simply will 
                not leave my conscious mind alone. I’ve been drawling the 
                opening line of the B-side "Canaanite Builder" (“If 
                you build the waaaalll to Jericho….”) more times 
                per day than I can count on my fingers and toes. I just mumble 
                the rest of the words -- either I can't make 'em out when I'm 
                listening or I can't remember 'em when I'm not. I can mumble the 
                chorus real good though, including the demented/inspired 
                background "oooh-ooooh" vocals that had me 
                laughing out loud during one particular moment of clarity. I'm 
                hearing some Meat Puppets II but others have said Jerry 
                Jeff Walker, so who really cares, especially when you go back 
                to side one, "Past or Beyond," the song that has grown 
                on me the most. It starts as elegant and stately as a song from 
                an imaginary western with the line "When you go see Randolph 
                Healy," beautifully sung in that heartworn highway style, 
                but the next line turns things around a bit by locating Mr. Healy 
                in "Psych ward room 302," and the song continues 
                to get stranger from there, without ever losing its elegance. 
                I think this is Dave Shuford of the No Neck Blues Band singing, 
                doing a real nice job -- the record is released by NNCK in-house 
                label Sound@1, 
                and goddamn, this D. Charles Speer band might be the hottest of 
                their various conduits right now.... I'm gonna hafta go ahead 
                and get their 
                new LP, aren't I?
               Coming 
                in at a very close second is the great debut 7" by the Nothing 
                People, on Ss 
                Records. A lot has been made about how they come 
                from, and still reside in, a totally podunk town (Orland, California, 
                population 6281), but I'm from Nebraska, I already know that great 
                music can be made in nowheresville. But even when it is, it's 
                hardly ever this good. In fact "Twinkie Defense," the 
                first song on this 7", is one of my favorite get-up-and-jump-up-and-down 
                new rock songs in years, with cool cocky vocals and a sci-fi "Raw 
                Power" edge to the post-post-post-post-post-Chuck Berry. 
                There's three more songs too -- they show they can get a little 
                weird (the dramatic near-prog of "4 Miles High"), change 
                things up a little (the slowed-way-down Voidoids rewrite "Systems 
                Failure"), and still bring back the bad-ass interstellar 
                chug ("I Can't Find A Monkey"). But "Wookie Defense" 
                is the one to pick when you see this on a jukebox, and I sincerely 
                hope you do....
Coming 
                in at a very close second is the great debut 7" by the Nothing 
                People, on Ss 
                Records. A lot has been made about how they come 
                from, and still reside in, a totally podunk town (Orland, California, 
                population 6281), but I'm from Nebraska, I already know that great 
                music can be made in nowheresville. But even when it is, it's 
                hardly ever this good. In fact "Twinkie Defense," the 
                first song on this 7", is one of my favorite get-up-and-jump-up-and-down 
                new rock songs in years, with cool cocky vocals and a sci-fi "Raw 
                Power" edge to the post-post-post-post-post-Chuck Berry. 
                There's three more songs too -- they show they can get a little 
                weird (the dramatic near-prog of "4 Miles High"), change 
                things up a little (the slowed-way-down Voidoids rewrite "Systems 
                Failure"), and still bring back the bad-ass interstellar 
                chug ("I Can't Find A Monkey"). But "Wookie Defense" 
                is the one to pick when you see this on a jukebox, and I sincerely 
                hope you do.... 
               I 
                realize that you probably heard about all these records months 
                ago, and that the Homostupids of Cleveland, Ohio 
                and their Brutal Birthday EP 7" 
                on Richie Records is no different, but of course 
                it's up here too. I mean jeez, if the Homostupids hadn't come 
                along in 2006, it would've been necessary for 2006 to invent them. 
                You know, 2006, the year of the weird DIY 7-inch, AND the year 
                that punk came back from the future, more sick and diseased than 
                ever? This one-sided 7" EP is just gross, and you'll hear 
                it immediately on the minute-long opening song "Having a 
                Houseguest," with its paranoid and lewd Russell Mael-style 
                vocals twisted by gross FX pedals while cheapo buzz-saw guitars 
                pound out the song and drum machines fall over themselves to gallop 
                the rhythm. There's four more on this one side, all short (obviously), 
                at least two more sick misanthropunk grinders and one or two instrumentals, 
                brief retardy-dink keyboard respites. And the cheap paper sleeve 
                it comes in looks and feels perfect.
I 
                realize that you probably heard about all these records months 
                ago, and that the Homostupids of Cleveland, Ohio 
                and their Brutal Birthday EP 7" 
                on Richie Records is no different, but of course 
                it's up here too. I mean jeez, if the Homostupids hadn't come 
                along in 2006, it would've been necessary for 2006 to invent them. 
                You know, 2006, the year of the weird DIY 7-inch, AND the year 
                that punk came back from the future, more sick and diseased than 
                ever? This one-sided 7" EP is just gross, and you'll hear 
                it immediately on the minute-long opening song "Having a 
                Houseguest," with its paranoid and lewd Russell Mael-style 
                vocals twisted by gross FX pedals while cheapo buzz-saw guitars 
                pound out the song and drum machines fall over themselves to gallop 
                the rhythm. There's four more on this one side, all short (obviously), 
                at least two more sick misanthropunk grinders and one or two instrumentals, 
                brief retardy-dink keyboard respites. And the cheap paper sleeve 
                it comes in looks and feels perfect. 
               Also 
                from Richie Records comes my first exposure to 
                the rather notorious Clockcleaner, the "Frogrammer" 
                b/w "Early Man" 7". I loved the Dusted 
                Destined interview with guitarist/vocalist John Sharkey, 
                especially when he talked about why his band was hated in its 
                hometown (in this case Philadelphia, but believe me, it's the 
                same everywhere): "It's just a town full of asskissers, 
                and I've prided myself on being forthright, and that doesn't really 
                fly in this town. Which is fine with me – not everyone can 
                like us. Most people don't enjoy music. I mean, they'd rather 
                go to brunch, especially people who are dealing with music in 
                this city. This town has nothing to offer music; it's all instant 
                gratification. People were waiting for a band to hate - we'll 
                fill those shoes gladly. Everyone in this town can suck my ass." 
                Fucking awesome, and so true about the brunch thing. As for what 
                the band actually sounds like, "Frogrammer" had me scratching 
                my head and tapping my foot at the same time, always a pleasant 
                combination. I later found out that it was a cover by someone 
                called Remo Voor that appeared on a Killed by Death comp, which 
                explains the curious way the chord progression moves and the new-wave 
                yelp in the vocal melody, but hey, I've never even heard a KBD 
                comp, okay? I just like the tune. Side two's "Early Man" 
                is an original and makes sense given the Jesus Lizard references 
                some have made around this band. Really impressive low-end hate-grind, 
                complete with scream-theater ending. Looking forward to their 
                full-length, coming out this summer.... in the meantime check 
                'em out on the cover of the May 2007 issue of Maximum Rock'n'Roll....
Also 
                from Richie Records comes my first exposure to 
                the rather notorious Clockcleaner, the "Frogrammer" 
                b/w "Early Man" 7". I loved the Dusted 
                Destined interview with guitarist/vocalist John Sharkey, 
                especially when he talked about why his band was hated in its 
                hometown (in this case Philadelphia, but believe me, it's the 
                same everywhere): "It's just a town full of asskissers, 
                and I've prided myself on being forthright, and that doesn't really 
                fly in this town. Which is fine with me – not everyone can 
                like us. Most people don't enjoy music. I mean, they'd rather 
                go to brunch, especially people who are dealing with music in 
                this city. This town has nothing to offer music; it's all instant 
                gratification. People were waiting for a band to hate - we'll 
                fill those shoes gladly. Everyone in this town can suck my ass." 
                Fucking awesome, and so true about the brunch thing. As for what 
                the band actually sounds like, "Frogrammer" had me scratching 
                my head and tapping my foot at the same time, always a pleasant 
                combination. I later found out that it was a cover by someone 
                called Remo Voor that appeared on a Killed by Death comp, which 
                explains the curious way the chord progression moves and the new-wave 
                yelp in the vocal melody, but hey, I've never even heard a KBD 
                comp, okay? I just like the tune. Side two's "Early Man" 
                is an original and makes sense given the Jesus Lizard references 
                some have made around this band. Really impressive low-end hate-grind, 
                complete with scream-theater ending. Looking forward to their 
                full-length, coming out this summer.... in the meantime check 
                'em out on the cover of the May 2007 issue of Maximum Rock'n'Roll....
               Remember 
                that New York band the Liars? While they're off in Berlin reinventing 
                themselves every couple years, their former bassist Pat Noecker 
                has found himself in a Brooklyn-based band that is very inventive 
                indeed, no "re-" necessary. The name is These 
                Are Powers and they've put out a 3-song 7" on the 
                Elsie and Jack 
                label. A lot of bands try real hard to be scary and dark and all 
                that, but they don't usually hit it as quick as the lurching riff 
                that opens up the first song "Silver Lung." Is that 
                a guitar? Is there even a bass? Or is it just some infernal machine 
                that the band built with voodoo and vegetable oil right there 
                in the studio? What's more, it's a real catchy riff and I've been 
                humming it for days. Throw in some male/female chant-style vocals 
                about bodies thrown into fires and you've got a real apocalyptic 
                chart-topper. (Check out  the 
                video.) Track two might be described as a more straight-ahead 
                punk charger about the sign of the jackal. And track three is 
                a shorty that shows the way to something more reflective, less 
                like toppling high-tension wires and more like steel drums or 
                gamelan bells or some other strange phenomena blowing in off the 
                ocean at night. (They deliver the goods live too, as I was lucky 
                enough to find out from catching their show in Lincoln, Nebraska 
                last week -- they're still 
                on tour as of this writing....)
Remember 
                that New York band the Liars? While they're off in Berlin reinventing 
                themselves every couple years, their former bassist Pat Noecker 
                has found himself in a Brooklyn-based band that is very inventive 
                indeed, no "re-" necessary. The name is These 
                Are Powers and they've put out a 3-song 7" on the 
                Elsie and Jack 
                label. A lot of bands try real hard to be scary and dark and all 
                that, but they don't usually hit it as quick as the lurching riff 
                that opens up the first song "Silver Lung." Is that 
                a guitar? Is there even a bass? Or is it just some infernal machine 
                that the band built with voodoo and vegetable oil right there 
                in the studio? What's more, it's a real catchy riff and I've been 
                humming it for days. Throw in some male/female chant-style vocals 
                about bodies thrown into fires and you've got a real apocalyptic 
                chart-topper. (Check out  the 
                video.) Track two might be described as a more straight-ahead 
                punk charger about the sign of the jackal. And track three is 
                a shorty that shows the way to something more reflective, less 
                like toppling high-tension wires and more like steel drums or 
                gamelan bells or some other strange phenomena blowing in off the 
                ocean at night. (They deliver the goods live too, as I was lucky 
                enough to find out from catching their show in Lincoln, Nebraska 
                last week -- they're still 
                on tour as of this writing....) 
               I 
                could go on because there are more good ones, but I've been working 
                on this post for like five weeks and if I don't publish it now 
                I probably never will. Just one more highly recommended single 
                before I go, by the Hypnotic Brass Ensemble (actually 
                a 10-inch, but it does have just two songs and plays at 45 RPM). 
                I first mentioned this 9-piece band in Blastitude back in 2003, 
                after stumbling across them playing on the sidewalks of downtown 
                Chicago. That was before I even knew that 8 of the 9 were the 
                sons of Phil Cohran, former trumpeter for Sun Ra (1958-1961), 
                founding member of the AACM, founder and leader of the mighty 
                African Heritage Ensemble, now 80 years old and still playing 
                great music solo every Friday night at the Ethiopian Diamond restaurant 
                (6120 N. Broadway, Chicago), just a few blocks from where I sit 
                and type. The members of Hypnotic moved to NYC in 2005 and have 
                recently been seen backing up none other than Mos Def at the Lincoln 
                Center and the Brooklyn Academy of Music -- check out  
                this backstage 
                warmup and check out the Hypnotic 
                blog for more details. The two songs on this single 
                are "War" and "Mercury," and the liner notes 
                tell you that they are "fight songs," that 
                "any master fighter can tell you the realest war is not 
                the one flashing on your television or the one sparking in these 
                streets; it's the one waged within," and that "the 
                tones in 'Mercury' are based on an ancient Chinese weather tactic." 
                Sounds like deep stuff, and believe me, it is -- they've been 
                learning music and more from their father since they were four 
                years old. Not only does this music have Chinese weather tactics, 
                it's got Duke Ellington, New Orleans, the AACM, hip-hop and a 
                lot of other things mixed in too, the horns alternating between 
                rich ensemble chording, weaving counterpoint, bold funk riffing, 
                and sharp soloing, while the drums and 'bass' (actually a sousaphone) 
                play a groove that sounds like Bootsy Collins and Jerome "Bigfoot" 
                Brailey jamming on trip-hop. A trombone takes the lovely lead 
                on "Mercury" and even though you can feel the entire 
                history of romantic music summarized in its languid lines, yes, 
                these are fight songs. "We dedicate this song to all 
                our gutter people in the world that they be spiritually uplifted 
                and psychologically prepared for the struggles that surround them." 
                Amen to that....
I 
                could go on because there are more good ones, but I've been working 
                on this post for like five weeks and if I don't publish it now 
                I probably never will. Just one more highly recommended single 
                before I go, by the Hypnotic Brass Ensemble (actually 
                a 10-inch, but it does have just two songs and plays at 45 RPM). 
                I first mentioned this 9-piece band in Blastitude back in 2003, 
                after stumbling across them playing on the sidewalks of downtown 
                Chicago. That was before I even knew that 8 of the 9 were the 
                sons of Phil Cohran, former trumpeter for Sun Ra (1958-1961), 
                founding member of the AACM, founder and leader of the mighty 
                African Heritage Ensemble, now 80 years old and still playing 
                great music solo every Friday night at the Ethiopian Diamond restaurant 
                (6120 N. Broadway, Chicago), just a few blocks from where I sit 
                and type. The members of Hypnotic moved to NYC in 2005 and have 
                recently been seen backing up none other than Mos Def at the Lincoln 
                Center and the Brooklyn Academy of Music -- check out  
                this backstage 
                warmup and check out the Hypnotic 
                blog for more details. The two songs on this single 
                are "War" and "Mercury," and the liner notes 
                tell you that they are "fight songs," that 
                "any master fighter can tell you the realest war is not 
                the one flashing on your television or the one sparking in these 
                streets; it's the one waged within," and that "the 
                tones in 'Mercury' are based on an ancient Chinese weather tactic." 
                Sounds like deep stuff, and believe me, it is -- they've been 
                learning music and more from their father since they were four 
                years old. Not only does this music have Chinese weather tactics, 
                it's got Duke Ellington, New Orleans, the AACM, hip-hop and a 
                lot of other things mixed in too, the horns alternating between 
                rich ensemble chording, weaving counterpoint, bold funk riffing, 
                and sharp soloing, while the drums and 'bass' (actually a sousaphone) 
                play a groove that sounds like Bootsy Collins and Jerome "Bigfoot" 
                Brailey jamming on trip-hop. A trombone takes the lovely lead 
                on "Mercury" and even though you can feel the entire 
                history of romantic music summarized in its languid lines, yes, 
                these are fight songs. "We dedicate this song to all 
                our gutter people in the world that they be spiritually uplifted 
                and psychologically prepared for the struggles that surround them." 
                Amen to that....
              
              MAY 20 2007 
                (DAY OF THE ELK)
               
  
              Another No 
                Fun Fest has come and gone -- pictures by Michael Muniak here 
                (and please don't miss this 
                one!)...... Speaking of "don't miss" on 
                "the web," Blastitude highly recommends the "Konspiracy 
                Korner" series of essays by Elvis DeMorrow. These are designed 
                as live radio pieces for the top-notch weekly 'news' show  
                This Is Hell 
                on WNUR 89.3FM Evanston-Chicago, 
                but Elvis writes up print versions of some and they are archived 
                here 
                at nodoctors.com. 
                His most recent piece on record-setter Seung-Hui Cho is a real 
                doozy, permalinked here. 
                Not your run-of-the-mill conspiracy mongering, Elvis's pieces 
                always remind us that something doesn't have to be true to be 
                enlightening, and that no matter how strange the fiction gets, 
                the truth is usually even more fucked-up..... look for Origin 
                & Tectonics, the 3rd full-length by No Doctors, 
                coming very soon on June 1..... "Tonight the last big 
                Window Wall television in the neighborhood went dark for good....we 
                saw whole blocks of boarded up buildings burning in Los Angeles. 
                Of course, no one would waste water trying to put such fires out." 
                How to have a depressing weekend dept.: when already in the middle 
                of reading Octavia E. Butler's book Parable of the 
                Sower, about the tenuous survival of a walled suburban 
                Los Angeles neighborhood in a very bleak post-automobile post-climate 
                change year 2024, make sure you watch Alfonso Cuaron's masterful 
                film Children of Men, about a ray of 
                hope in a very bleak vision of a terrorist and immigrant-focused 
                police-state London in 2027. Butler and Cuaron's visions taken 
                together are so carefully drawn and well-researched and complimentary 
                that I'm wondering why I'm writing about records for Blastitude 
                right now when I obviously should be learning to grow my own food 
                and shoot guns instead. I do it because my late-capitalist lifestyle 
                currently allows me to spend leisure time loving packages of recorded 
                music, but load 
                shedding could put a real damper on that when it 
                becomes ongoing United States policy, and that could be in, I 
                don't know, two years?..... fuck it, I still need to tell you 
                that Poor School of Missoula, Montana has released 
                Voor Niets In Zijn, a total scorcher 
                of a CDR on the Netherlands "cemetary psychedelics" 
                label Cut Hands. 
                Once the first track started grinding out of the speakers with 
                it's destroyed flowing guitar, blasted sax landscapes, and minimal/monumental 
                doom-drumming, I was like "When did I put in Clear to 
                Higher Time? And why is it playing at 16 RPM?" Then 
                I remembered that it must be that Poor School disc with the killer 
                comicbook-style B&W artwork and the non-traditional slim snapcase 
                (pictured). Seriously, this opening track (no titles) is one for 
                the ages. The lineup is sax, drums, and guitar and it indeed sounds 
                like some kind of totally-amped Borbetomagus/Dead C collaboration..... 
                and so does the new Burning Star Core CD called 
                 Operator Dead....Post Abandoned, for 
                that matter, when it's not sounding like some kind of grooving 
                monstrous mutant reimagining of "Go Ahead John" by Miles 
                Davis, or every krautrock group extant in 1971 playing all at 
                once. It's just that incredible Yeh/Beatty/Tremaine power trio, 
                at it again, and here a quartet thanks to the heavy addition of 
                Mike Shiflet on computer, electronics, and voice (the label is 
                No Quarter)..... 
                and by the way, in other pre-dystopian record-love news, I'm up 
                to about three spins a night on that Cherry Blossoms 
                LP.......
              
              MAY 30 2007 (DAY OF THE MUSHROOM)
               
  
                 
   
  
              So, in case 
                you forgot or hadn't noticed, the theme for this issue has more 
                or less been tape labels. I kind of stopped doing it for awhile, 
                but now the theme is back for a grand finale of sorts, which is 
                gonna double as a writeup on the New Brunswick New Jersey Noise 
                Scene. Cuz I've got four, count 'em, four cassettes sitting here 
                on New Brunswick's Leaf 
                Leaf Records label, and sitting right next to 'em, 
                by coincidence, is a tape by the Human Adult Band, and they are 
                also from New Brunswick. And then on top of that, the Bone 
                Tooth Horn label -- also from New Brunswick 
                -- just sent a box with TWELVE goddamn cassettes in it. So that's, 
                um, seventeen tapes I've got sitting here to be listened to, on 
                three different labels, and yes, they are all from New Brunswick. 
                I'll start with Leaf Leaf Records, which means that this is actually 
                going to be a Car Commercials writeup for a minute, 
                because not only are three of these four tapes by them (the other 
                one is by Friends & Family and I haven't listened to it yet), 
                they also sent along their debut 45 RPM 7" vinyl record. 
                And there's nothing wrong with making this a Car Commercials writeup 
                for a minute, because they are one of the more confounding-yet-addictive 
                bands I've come across so far this year. Those magic letters "DIY" 
                get mentioned a lot when this band is discussed, along with a 
                whole bunch of 1980s bands with ridiculous names. I've never heard 
                of any of 'em, but I still get it, man, because Car Commercials 
                fly the 'weird post-punk' and 'home taper' flags way high, and 
                these three tapes they've released are all NUTS. They have absurd 
                titles (Grant's Dead, The Medium's Necklace, 
                and A Young Victoriaville), and I swear 
                each one is about 60 minutes long, filled to the brim with dead 
                air, mumblings, strange guitar, cryptic sketchings, and spastic 
                shouting like in an early John Waters movie. It's all lurking 
                in a remote corner of a house somewhere (definitely a parents' 
                house), basically trying NOT to be music but weird songs and other 
                tangentially related bursts of expression do slip out every now 
                and then anyway. One of these guys is Daniel DiMaggio of Home 
                Blitz fame, but that band sounds like goddamn Journey compared 
                to this stuff. The vinyl, a four-song EP entitled Jar, 
                is a perfect distillation of the sketched-out sprawl of the tapes, 
                somehow packing into its compact running time what feels like 
                as many question marks, ringing detuned dead-ends, AND sudden 
                suburbane rock&roll woogie-boogie heads. Start there and then 
                grab any of the tapes if you dare.  
               The 
                Rock Camp 4 Girls tape by Human 
                Adult Band is one of the best albums I've heard in a 
                year and it doesn't even have a cover. It is spraypainted, but 
                who needs artwork and liner notes anyway when you've got these 
                kinds of SOUNDS -- rhythm-heavy sludge-tunes navigating through 
                absolute detuned murk -- zombie viking moans coming and going 
                according to deep subliminal logic -- haunted piledriving ghost 
                music. Compares real well to some of Violent Students' more wiped-out 
                moments -- after all they only live like 60 miles apart, which 
                probably makes them both part of some kind of NJ-PA sludge rock 
                scene! I could even add that they sound like "Hawkwind meets 
                something else awesome" but let's just say "rules" 
                this time instead.
The 
                Rock Camp 4 Girls tape by Human 
                Adult Band is one of the best albums I've heard in a 
                year and it doesn't even have a cover. It is spraypainted, but 
                who needs artwork and liner notes anyway when you've got these 
                kinds of SOUNDS -- rhythm-heavy sludge-tunes navigating through 
                absolute detuned murk -- zombie viking moans coming and going 
                according to deep subliminal logic -- haunted piledriving ghost 
                music. Compares real well to some of Violent Students' more wiped-out 
                moments -- after all they only live like 60 miles apart, which 
                probably makes them both part of some kind of NJ-PA sludge rock 
                scene! I could even add that they sound like "Hawkwind meets 
                something else awesome" but let's just say "rules" 
                this time instead. 
              
              And yep, like 
                I said up there, New Brunswick tape cassette label Bone 
                Tooth Horn sent this crazy box containing twelve 
                different releases. I probably won’t get to all of 'em, 
                but we’ll see what shakes out…..I’ll start with 
                this King Darves tape because he’s the 
                only guy out of the twelve I’ve heard before. When I first 
                heard the King a few years ago, he was doing some strong-but-basic 
                tabletop-guitar-freenoise type stuff, but a couple years later 
                he had changed gears completely into impressively deep rich singer-songwriter 
                stuff. This tape is kind of a little of both, side one being an 
                impressive instrumental drone/krautrock piece. It’s great, 
                actually. Side two gets into the singer-songwriter stuff, with 
                the King accompanying himself on chord organ as well as guitar. 
                It sounds like it was recorded outside, with wind fluttering against 
                the mic – lo-fi and broken-sounding, also with a more casual 
                and singing-and playing approach, which makes this tape feel kind 
                of on-the-fly and 'demo' compared to the accomplished-sounding 
                CDR from a year or two ago on the Kitty Play label. (Actually, 
                I am a moron drowning in tape-label minutae. The tape is not "Keep 
                by King Darves", it's a split cassette between a band called 
                Keep and King Darves. What I 
                described as "impressive instrumental drone/krautrock....great, 
                actually" is the side by Keep.)...... Next I listened 
                to a tape by Door called Sorry Motherfuckin' 
                Dogs, and I’m not even sure what it was. Noisy 
                experiments or experimental noise? Not very long. It was interesting. 
                It was creative. It was lo-fi and sounded far-away and distant. 
                Although the actual content was nothing like Car Commercials, 
                it had that Car Commercials distant clatter feel, which must be 
                a ‘New Brunswick thing', right?..... GT Performers, 
                on their tape Slam Cic Recamor, also 
                approach things a lot like Car Commericals, in that they spend 
                most of their tape trying NOT to play music, just weird broken-static 
                spitting sounds that come and go, with occasional nerd-prov outbursts, 
                and even more occasional nerd ‘vocals’ (maybe even 
                songs), but then once or twice full-on Harry Pussy-style kill-rock 
                emerges too. So they’re kinda unpredictable (and yeah, I 
                just realized that the name of their tape is "Car Commericals" 
                all jumbled up -- are these people fucking with me or what??)..... 
                The Asps tape is pretty great, a study in sublime 
                buzzing (side A) and sublime humming (side B) that never gets 
                too relaxed nor too agitated. Cool titles too: “Croc Pit” 
                b/w “Star Beast.” I can’t figure out who Asps 
                are, or if they’re even from New Jersey, and that’s 
                even after 60 seconds of google-searching. It's funny, I keep 
                getting stuff about snakes. Actually, I keep getting stuff about 
                the American Society of Plastic Surgeons. Who cares, the tape 
                is out of print anyway, like most of these are....... Next I went 
                for this tape by Jenny Haniver called Glossopetrae, 
                in hopes that it would be a girl named Jenny Haniver making the 
                sounds. And indeed it may be a girl, but somehow I doubt her name 
                is Jenny 
                Haniver. And I think I'm about to lose my lunch. 
                (I got this info from over at Smooth 
                Assailing, who are also doing a whole bunch of Bone 
                Tooth Horn-related reviews, wherein they have revealed that this 
                noise-recording Jenny Haniver is the one and only King Darves, 
                and he is not a girl.) None of which is quite as important as 
                the fact that this tape rules. Solo electronic-crunch space grind 
                rarely sounds this good, and it's a C24 so it doesn’t wear 
                out its welcome..... Next in the box is a C20 split between Skeleton 
                Warrior and Rods of God. The Skeleton 
                Warrior side is called “Come Alive” and the Rods of 
                God side is called “Beef Veins,” and it might take 
                you as long to feel confident about THAT as it will to listen 
                to the Skeleton Warrior side, which is some live-before-an-audience 
                rumbling squealing crumpled-metal factory-hell stuff. Nothing 
                you haven’t heard before but it hits the spots anyway because 
                it's DONE REAL WELL. As an added bonus, someone, somewhere in 
                the din, seems to be playing Eddie Van Halen licks for a couple 
                minutes. The Rods of God cut is a little less overtly derived 
                from crumpled sheet metal, but it’s still damn heavy, perhaps 
                even as heavy as the band's name......and I guess that's where 
                I stop. Six out of twelve cassettes isn't too bad, and it's an 
                appropriately unfinished way to end this celebration of the new 
                cassette release because there's just SO DAMN MANY OF 'EM.... 
                may they continue to rain down on my head, and while I'm digging 
                my way out you can always go to Cassette 
                Gods for more tape talk.....