Dante Augustus Scarlatti

Worship at the Throne of the Oscillator

[CS; Auris Apothecary]

It is a pleasure to get Worship at the Throne of the Oscillator in ahead of deadline because Dante Augustus Scarlatti has been a busy guy and I haven’t had the chance to document any of it here. THIS ENDS NOW! Scarlatti treads a nightmarish path between noise, soundtrack-y scenery, drone, and experimental stretches that may never be properly defined by genre, and as crazy as it makes me feel about the future I’ve probably described hundreds of tapes the same way. But that’s what’s happening. It’s all a mish-mash, and it’s glorious at times in the hands of this young thug who instills a curious sense of soul into his all-out mega-blasts against the Chondritic audio hell that made him the man he is today. I can’t say with surety that you won’t get hurt on your journey to worship the most evil oscillator I’ve yet encountered, but I can assert for certain that you’ll learn a hell of a lot about yourself. A whisper in the noise will be the least of your problems when the blackened hordes of Scarlatti’s imagination converge upon you like knights in the dim night. EXecute them, master.

Links: Auris Apothecary

Brian Chase

Brian Chase

[7-inch Lathe; In Context]

Brian Chase is the drummer for The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, and it would be easy to assume the guy couldn’t possibly make hay in the pretentious art underground by dint of his day job. But you’d be wrong, and you’d of been wrong all along, Mr. Schlong, because Chase is an experimental mind who just happened to find success slappin’ out the rock N roll beats. His entry in the In Context Music series, on miraculously clear lathe-cut vinyl like the other limited-to-25 items in the line, is an exploration of deep-space sound manipulation that transcends mere method. By this I mean, you could never guess the source of these recordings unless you’d tried the same thing yourself, save the part where audible cymbal-tapping is heard. A personal work that rewards intense listening, Chase’s latest is… sold out. Don’t let it happen again.

Links: In Context

Jim Haynes / Exit in Grey / Kshatriy / Maninkari

Drone-Mind // Mind Drone Vol. 3

[LP; Drone Records]

Is it foolish to remain flabbergasted at the simplicity of title equaling the output involved? Doubtful, because in a global economy where duplicity is rewarded, being honest and upfront is often frowned upon. Not so with Drone Records, whose third volume of 7-inches on one 12-inch appears to be a prank but in reality is the smartest way to deliver four astonishingly legitimate drone records. As you enjoy the ah-ha moment from that, I suggest doing so to the disparate but interconnected examples of drone from this album. May I suggest starting with Side B, specifically Kshatriy’s “Shifting Waves.” As you sink into the realization of truth, state contentedly at the album’s cover as it reaffirms your new attitude. Let the side finish with the elevated “Enstase 1 &2” from Maninkari, which beats like the best Supersilent version of drone I can recall. Side A is not so two-faced either, as Haynes and Exit in Grey do their best to ease escalating Cold War tensions by sticking to the letter of Drone Record’s law. The heart of the matter, ladies and gentleman, is we’ve been sold a bill of goods that meets the lofty standards of its promised sundry. Drone Records produces drone records, and despite what may seem a gimmick in these pairings, I assure is nothing but ease of consumption for artisanal drone.

Links: Drone Records

Clemens Denk

Leider

[7-inch; Totally Wired]

“Need a Kiss” is a remarkably nihilistic FUCK OFF to everything and everyone, dismissing the need for just about all the ingredients you’d normally associate with musical success and making it work anyway. Spitting in your face as much as he is singing into your eager ear, Clemens Denk is another one of those loopy artists you might expect to find on, in addition to Totally Wired products, the assembly lines of Ultra Eczema and/or Feeding Tube. In other words I love what he does. Beuller would say, “It’s so choice,” and so that’s what I’ll say, as well. Choice. “Der Alte Vertreter” might just out-fox “Need a Kiss,” despite the absence of vocals. Its synths ping and pong off each other satisfyingly like soft, pink bullets whizzing around in a neon forest. Such an effective contrast in sounds, neither side giving way to the other: That’s how I’ve always envisioned the ideal 7-inch. Artistic duality, exemplified, because no one wants to put out a 45 that turns the same trick twice. Clemens Denk slam-dunked the shit out of my expectations, so allow him to do the same for you.

Links: Totally Wired

Tuluum Shimmering

Red Bird Messenger

[CS; House of Alchemy]

I have listened to this cassette tape whilst cooking dinner, riding my bike, at work, going to sleep, sitting on the couch, standing on the front porch, grocery shopping, emptying the cat box, and taking a shower. And I have decided that Red Bird Messenger is a thoroughly maniacal musical work, strangely patience-testing, and even more strangely addicting, which in my opinion is kind of sadistic. Both sides of music are built around otherwise marginally accessibly melodic material at their core, but by the end of side A, you’re going to think you’ve gone completely insane, and man is it strangely meditative and intoxicating sort of insane. Metaphorical bird-noises arranged in little melodies, multiplied and looped to infinity. And then once you get to the beginning of side B, which has this kind of Celtic army march vibe to it, you might feel like you’re back to normal… until you realize the Celtic army march thing has been repeating for about a half hour. And then you’ll go insane (again). To be fair, both sides do have their own internal developments, slight shifts etc. as things lope along. But this is extreme minimalism. I am not sure what compelled whoever it is that is behind this stuff to put me through this kind of torture day after day, but I’m almost through this review so I think I can… handle. No. I cannot handle it. It’s kind of like that game Flappy Bird, you know? I COULD just delete it…. Just one more go. Eyes wide, nostrils flared. Just give in.

Links: Tuluum Shimmering - House of Alchemy

Galena

Buried Finch

[CS; Sanity Muffin]

Sanity Muffin boss (<– new favorite phrase) Billy Sprague is back with a new album under his Galena guise following a very excellent LP release called Grave News for You from way back in the stone ages of 2011. A couple of key differences find their way into the unique electro-acoustic setup Sprague continues to bring to the table (working here with the same core instrumental setup that includes a bevy of synthesizers and some baritone guitar), not the least of which is the album’s exceedingly dark demeanor. Galena has been known to spelunk in some dimly-lit caverns of groove, but this stuff ditches any kind of buoyancy for some truly sludge-ridden affairs. Imagine a gondola boat ride through the sewers of hell and you’re getting close. That is to say that bass tones prevail of course, seismic waves of them rolling in as a tide of muck with scattered beats along the shores. Vocals are more prominent this time around, but man are they buried, covered in a muddy mucus and slowed down to a crawl or chanting creepy spells. But the thing that really sets Galena apart, and indeed one of the few things that did carry over from his previous record, is the music’s gentle touch. It’s deep, dark, bleak and menacing, sure, but there’s a softness here, a certain grace that’s tough to describe and even tougher to deny. The j-card indicates there’s a Soft Cell cover in here, but more often the album really reminds me of the way I felt after listening to the Moëvöt collection Sprague released on his label sometime last year, and if the specific genre of that guy’s music itself didn’t rub off on Galena for this outing, the feeling of forgiving blackness sure as shit did.

Links: Sanity Muffin

Personnel

Personnel

[7-inch; DoubleDotDash]

“Modern Drab” is one of those post-punk songs I can imagine will start showing up places in the future. In movies, maybe even ads. Who knows, it’s a different world now, and I want to believe these things can be achieved by a spike-y group of backward nihilists like Personnel. You’d never guess from the roughness of “Consumer Electronics” that the band would be capable of such a level-headed stab at jangle-punk. And yet there “Drab” is, glittering in the sun. So few will be ready to navigate all the levels Personnel betray within the marvelous complexity of this track, yet that’s part of the appeal for folks like me. “Hysteria” is another pivot, an attack on the senses that conjures, against all odds, Pink Flag (so few manage it) in all its glory, bare and bridling under the weight of modern culture. Devotees of Superior Viaduct and Smartguy, savvy as you already are, should show the proper deference for Personnel and what they achieve in the here and now. Snatch this self-titled 7-inch up before it drops off into the void its 200-copy run guarantees.

Links: DoubleDotDash

Secret Pyramid

Distant Works I

[CS; Proposition]

There’s a certain kind of excitement a nerd like me gets when opening up a release with a catalog number like the one on this cassette tape: prop01. It is The First release on the Proposition label, people. I have It. But all that cocky, conceited energy sure does get swallowed up and laid to rest when the spools start spinning and the elegiac, mellow mounds of tone start rolling out from Secret Pyramid’s tape loops. Distant Works I is “distant” in the sense that the drones themselves are away off on some sunset in another star system, solar winds whistling in between. But it is also temporally distant – these works were created back in 2010 and were only mixed/mastered during the last year. Synth, piano, and looping effects went into what is heard in the music, a mix of elements that transforms itself over time from basic rising drones into near-symphonic pieces full of drawn-out chords stretching, hanging out over cliffs before crashing down into the next of its harmonic progression. While the tape contains within it a certain deepness, the amount of textures used feels limited (discerning the differences between side A and B, for example, takes some pretty careful and close listening), and those textures fill up every single second of sound available on the C30. Nice use of dynamics, plenty of rise and fall action going on here, but Secret Pyramid would benefit from looking at negative spaces within his compositions as well. Regardless, Distant Works shows a lot of poise and control on the part of its composer, and if this is what was going on four years ago for him, I’d be very interested to hear where Amir Abby’s instruments are taking Secret Pyramid now.

Links: Secret Pyramid

Thee Tsunamis

Delirium & Dark Waters

[7-inch; Magnetic South]

As most like-minded bands chase the future, Thee Tsunamis retreat deeper into a kitschy past. And in that womb of horror b-roll and microfiche news print, Delirium & Dark Waters exists as the testament to rock and roll as an ancient storytelling device; the evils and ills that society still has not exorcised. Thee Tsunamis are always in the midst of a horrible night (for a curse), running around in the Mystery Machine to unmask misbehaving men, feral sexuality, and forgotten anti-heroes of swamp blues and psychedelic panhandlers. One giant ghost hunt that uncovers so much to drive us toward our eventual evolution. Until such a time when we advance toward whatever bright future we’ve promised ourselves in the annuls of science fiction for 100 years, we’ll keep our noses in the pulp of Delirium & Dark Waters. At least in these depths, we’ve found kindred spirits that see that there’s much to still understand about the past before we can move on. All that garage and surf to rejuvenate our poorly souls. May Thee Tsunamis have mercy on us until, letting us rejoice in their splendor before the Rapture.

Links: Thee Tsunamis - Magnetic South

Broken Lights

Three Circles

[CS; Posh Isolation]

Being alone is underrated. Not in the sense of friendless or being sans significant other, but physically alone. Things like being the sole inhabitant of a house, the last person at work, walking the disused hallways of an abandoned factory, or sitting down in a forest made endless by the lack of another human for miles. They are quiet moments to be still and compose thoughts, to let down all possible walls or masks.

3 Circles seems to be a withdrawing into such a place. It starts with rattles and thumps: the sounds of others moving around our environment. Then voices come, but they are distant, already the listener pulls back from humanity; a journey towards isolation begins. The second side opens with fog settling in, a physical manifestation of the space we put between ourselves and other humans. But what is discovered in seclusion is not the tranquility of an unperturbed mind, but the roiling ocean of thought freed from its shackles. We first panic thinking that this is a mistake, that we must go back and find a way to undo, to recant, to take back those first few steps. But peace comes in letting go, in realizing this battle was lost long before today, and in letting everything come to a final stuttering halt we have reached the place we wanted to be all along.

Links: Posh Isolation
  

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