When you talk, you hear from the other side
Bhob Rainey (nmperign, The BSC) finds some decaying spools of wire from the early 1950s in a thrift store. He discovers the sounds of a family playing with a new recording device over Christmas, making fake jingles, recording snippets of conversation, and attempting comedy sketches. He carefully toys with the material, playing different elements through different speakers to enhance the sense of space, looping background noises to add some timbral spice and chopping through the snippets of chatter. He finds a collaborator in Nancy Bernardo, who patiently compiles a series of glass collages in response to this bizarre segment of middle-class American history. He casually brings Jason Lescalleet over to build some dense and arresting musique concrète from the idiosyncratic noises that flitter through the recordings. He summarizes the development of the work in an eloquent and informative essay. What a scoundrel.
When you talk, you hear from the other side (excerpt 1):
When you talk, you hear from the other side (excerpt 2):
• Bhob Rainey: http://bhobrainey.net
One of my most-most favorite things to do now is play 45s at 33 speed. Like, anything I get on 45, I always try at 33, and usually it just makes a whole new kind of music. Landon thinks I’m crazy for doing this, but I dig it. Specifically, I LOVE listening to 100% Silk 45s at 33. And I’ve a feeling NY producer Sean Adams (No Glow) has done the same. Although Aussie label Rocket Machine put Sean’s new No Glow release No Hope (appropriately) on tape, and not a 45, there is no need. It’s as though Sean tries to replicate dance 45s in 33: the music is random and sporadic, yet enthralling in a deep-nodding sort of agreement, “recorded in real time using a Nakamichi CR-1 and a Nakamichi LX3 onto Cobalt Type II cassette.” What’s better is that this edition of 40 tapes will eventually reel itself in places unfamiliar to the No Glow musical intention and eventually add on a gritty feel to what sounds like pure HD bumble beats. Dig it now; it came out earlier this month. There’s also a nasty sale involving the release over at Rocket Machine. FEEL IT!
Public Spreads The News & Show Your Teeth
And out of a broken campaign class swirls a stream of vodka, Kahlua and chocolate liqueur of something expensive. Blood and broken glass. Class, yet not refined. In the way sitting naked on your couch at 1:14 AM to “get WORK done, kiid” ::: sorta class. Okay, so your mouth is wider today. Yet, is it Missing Nature? One thing I can appreciate is elusiveness. Like, at this point, do I want this split on cassette/the-physical? Or, can, like — can I let it go? I’m thinking about the beach, y’all. And Public Spreads The News & Show Your Teeth qualifies for that vast gaze. Just you and, like, maybe a comic, but NO subways, yah hurrd. This Missing Nature on tape, yeah? Y’ohhh, this is on Woozy, yeahhhh? Gadd dagg, I cannot keep up. This progression. Like, imagine the world spinning too fast, and it’s 12/21/2012 all over again. Wait, it’s “more than” again @apstyle #editorialhumor *people still use hashtags MORE THAN asterisks, why?* Ohhh, yes, this shattered cocktail is just ripe for the plucking. And I’ve NO idea what that means. Ima just be honest at you, lil Brahh. I had a dream, like, last night, that I was, like, at a summer camp dancing and lights in the swampland bugging out, like, swatting I mean, so I wake up all not-itchy thank goo-oodness and my gurl text me later reading like “we were hacked up in my dream from someone in the closet last night and the dog didn’t do shit, so check the closet tonight” or something like that, and now I’m naked William Carlos Williams-style, bloting or bloating [EDIT: not sure where this is leading] the door cause I’m all NAH-UGHN like that, like — like… get down to this wood-paneled basement digital muck-funk. “Disco Bits” get fuxxx’d upp @ around 1:35. Get it. HI~!!!!1
“Teen Paranormal Romance”
At first glance, I misread this song’s title as something involving teen pregnancy. A wince! Vicarious, American shame! But with that in mind, I now can’t help but blend my misreading with the actual title — “Teen Paranormal Romance” — which in turn yields the image of some brutal hybrid of Gossip Girl and Rosemary’s Baby. (Which actually sounds like it could have some profoundly life-affirming potential. Let’s make that happen, AMC.)
Matmos’ actual track — the music, that is — was born out of a similarly bizarre reliance on associations and the brutality of the human mind. Plus more. Or less, rather: Matmos’ upcoming album The Marriage of True Minds is the result of years of findings based on sensory deprivation, as dictated by Ganzfield experiments (check out the album’s cover to see a so deprived experimentee). Yes, it is worth reading about on Wikipedia, just as the music is very much worth listening to, directly below.
Matmos will kick off a North American tour next month, on February 11, and The Marriage of True Minds will be out from Thrill Jockey a week later, on the 19.
I think they call it folktronica. Like when the drums just sound like objects falling from trees. I guess Astronautica is where all those buried guitar riffs are coming from. Sliding in all quiet and underneath everything. There must be something about outer space and real organic beats. Take last year’s You’re There album by Space Ghost (on label Astro Nautico, not to be confused with who we’re talking about here), for example. The sound of all those taps and drips and drops sound so natural laid on top of all those gravitational vibrations from galactic bodies moving around, crashing and exploding, or just dying out.
“Cruise” below from (with) L.A.’s Astronautica. The whole Replay Last Night is out on Alpha Pup Records, February 26.
Foxes in Fiction & Benoît Pioulard
Ever since releasing his very homemade debut ambient pop album Swung from the Branches way back at the beginning of 2010, followed by the 7-song EP Alberto that came out at the end of that year, Foxes in Fiction’s Warren Hildebrand has been putting music out consistently, if a bit sporadically, and always referencing the transition from free-form scatter towards more traditionally structured songwriting, as evidenced on his first two major releases.
The lead track off of Foxes in Fiction’s new 7-inch — titled “Ground Glass” and due February 28 on Wool Recordings — finds Hildebrand in collaboration with kindred spirit Thomas Meluch, better known as Benoît Pioulard, with both only further exploring that post-Slowdive juncture where walls of sound and noise meet shape and form.
Hear the new song by Foxes in Fiction and Benoît Pioulard below or at Wool Recordings’ SoundCloud.