CHITOKYO MIXTAPE is totally bombed out. Like, going to work, completely whacked out your mind, your mind is completely gone, having a mind of your own is NO MORE. Turn signals pop off in all sorts of directions. People riding your ass and thinking it’s YOUR fault the front of their car almost it the back of yours. Rubbing your eyes transports dimensions and RED is all the tint rage. EQwhy smashes in another 500 samples and you’re only three minutes deep. Knuckles are as white as dreary wall paper. There’s no money for anything needless. Saying there’s no culture in a location is absurd, but whatever.
But where’s my money? It’s to “be made” in a tower built within a valley, so while walking toward the entrance wind will snap at your body so furiously you’re instantly sober upon entering. Then, you’re interacting with coworkers tryna recall all the “new” or “popular” music being played/circulated at the moment. And it all comes out like CHITOKYO MIXTAPE. So, good for you, ‘cause EQ Why is out on that yuung physical and you can grip yourself a cassette through Orange Milk Records, where I have also written a few album descriptions if you care to read. Heard OM they really put in a buck or two for CHITOKYO MIXTAPE, and it was 100,000,000% worth it. Find out for yourself below:
“STROBE LIGHT S” (LORD SMS EDIT)
With a stellar past few months for D/P/I (inteview; JEANETTE, 08.DD.15, SHE WAS NO TAME THING), LORD SMS (World of Shit, GLASS BRIXX VOL. 1), and Bootleg Tapes (SEE: [discography]), it’s comes at no surprise there’d be a merging of their minds. But more like a melting. From what I’ve heard, LORD SMS used real streams of “STROBE LIGHT S” sent by D/P/I to recreate and edit it for a physical CS of JEANETTE being released by Bootleg Tapes. As well, considering LORD SMS’ recent endeavors as SIMULATOR – with deep fam LAMPGOD – the question of “Is LORD SMS an actual person, or wavelength of beings mashed within a basement mainframe hacked direct to the deepest cores of the Internet?” It’s all true.
Both D/P/I and LORD SMS been traveling, though. Either by WIFI or tunneling on they knees or by wheel, these entities of music remain fucking productive. Communication by text. Communication by sound structure. Communication through my ears to words to your eyes and mind, now comes JEANETTE by way of cassette on Bootleg Tapes with the added extra “STROBE LIGHT S” (LORD SMS EDIT), stamping a bit of magic dance that breaks down mantel, and centers itself right around the heart. There two give two-shits about festering a community for individual benefit and are more-so continuing a conversation. Mega ego will never completely dominate the collective mind. Nor will it crash out on my boi Brad Stabler. So dig on “STROBE LIGHT S” (LORD SMS EDIT) below and wait for D/P/I’s new(ish) release on Bootleg Tapes soon:
The concept of “place” is often crucial to our understanding of certain artists/works. In pop music, the role of place can occasionally overtly drive the musical/lyrical content of a song. Van Dyke Parks’ Song Cycle is a great example of this with its specific yet abstracted mentions of Los Angeles landmarks. Of course, this notion of location can also be much more esoteric in more popular realms of music too. Often a particular place can be used to define a particular musical style or zeitgeist; the development of Norwegian black metal and the slight variations in early blues music (i.e. Delta vs. Chicago blues) are instances of this more abstract notion of place. However, all of the distinctive characteristics in the above instances of place based music can still be analyzed and understood in theoretical terms. So, how can experimental and noise works evoke and reference a particular place without being directly programmatic and/or theory driven? One such way is through the aural philosophy driving regional movements such as the respective worlds of Houston noise and onkyo music but geography also seems to play an implicit role in the creation of abstract work when looking at the sonic differences between the catalogs of folks like Kevin Drumm and Merzbow.
During the last several years, the American Southwest (and particularly Albuquerque) has seemingly given rise to a distinctive style of experimental music and Mesa Ritual (the duo of William Fowler Collins and Raven Chacon) is an excellent example of this new place driven music. Like Collins’ recent solo work and many of Chacon’s various projects, Mesa Ritual’s music focuses on slowly unfurling sounds that manage to pummel the listener, not so much with volume, but with an overwhelming sense of tension. Their track “Procession VIII” builds on and processes a singular repetitive rhythm that eventually gets consumed by distortion and electronic/acoustic drones. It always seems like it might explode at any given second, but instead builds until it collapses.
While the title “Procession VIII” in conjunction with Chacon and Collins’ band name may immediately bring to mind some sort of pagan ritual with the track’s repetitive rhythms and string drones, “Procession VIII” seems inextricably tied to the landscape of New Mexico for me. The type of developing stasis heard here is also present in the works of many Sicksicksick artists from the area and seems to almost come directly out of the monolithic presence of the desert. Sure, there’s a similar sense of dread and stasis in the work of artists like Thomas Köner but the aural differences between his music and the work of Mesa Ritual are immediately apparent. Köner’s sounds have an icy distance to them while the work of Chacon and Collin’s is dusty, smudged, and flat with mountains of noise looming in the distance. With “Procession VIII”, Mesa Ritual has created a piece that captures the essence of a place through abstraction.
“Procession VIII” will be available on Mesa Ritual’s self-titled record for SIGE Records on May 20. You can stream the track below:
Biko, Isla Vista California Jan. 2014
“My name is Robert Magill, and believe it or not, you’re a part of me.” Best introduction ever.
Rob Magill still keepin’ it real, everyone. And thank goodness, ‘cause there ain’t nothing more genuine than someone outside Brooklyn tryna get some face-time with peeps. ESPECIALLY in the sprawl of California, shoot. But it’s good to keep that guitar-and-mic vibe while also switching lanes to something a little more free-form. For about the first 15 minutes is a solid Rob and his lyrics, and then the back up comes on board, with Dan Masiel and Shaine Scarminach on guitars and Sean Scanlan pummeling drums. Making it a lovely stage.
Rob’s been gettin’ buck this year with his newly formed label Weird Cry too, including releases by Dreamcolour (along-side Alex Gray) and Redundant Orchestra Ensemble. As well as having popped out a tape on Sun Ark. So, as usual, be on the look out for more Magill this year, as I heard the fellah is grippin’ a computer here soon and I imaging faster turn-around will ensue!
Hideout Residency [excerpts]
In the most polite way possible – via sound, of course – Bitchin’ Bajas stole the soul of the entire Chicago, Ill. during their Hideout Residency. Luckily, Bathetic Records caught a recording of this mass exodus and now YOU can hear it in a three-cassette collection of pure temporal grave stones. Etched in the grain of hiss, Bitchin’ Bajas expands melons past the threshold of fruit. Mush and pulp have never been as burdened in pure sound and mystique. A drop of a coin. The lick of an afterthought. Metric within measurement of why we stopped exploring space.
Jon Hency been runnin’ a tite-ass ship at the Bathetic Records office. Hideout Residency comes out along side Angel Olsen’s Burn Your Fire For No Witness (TMT Review) cassette and a split from Rale and Lolly Gesserit. As well, Bitchin’ Bajas just can’t quit, as they released Bitchitronics (TMT Review) on Drag City, a split with Shockwave Riderz, and Krausened on Permanent Records and Golden Cloud Tapes. So grip they’s first 2014 release Hideout Residency ASAP before it’s all gone from Bathetic Records’ inventory. In the mean-time, fuzz out to excerpts below:
It seems by the time I get back around to thinking to check the PARTY TRASH Bandcamp page (yeah, still haven’t caught onto the whole “Follow” thing), a new release has been posted. And not just a song or four demo tracks from a new EP. Thirty-something song tracklists. Perfect vignettes of party trash. Last night’s playlist resembled the ears of that guy who blacked out three times in total. Young drunks not knowing how to throw ‘em back. “What’s happenin’?” Thirty-five shots? Someone get this kid to the fucking hospital.
Three bones for switch hitters? That’s only eight-something cents a track. Upturn the couch cushions. Take back last night’s cans. In fact, get rid of all this PARTY TRASH and let’s clean up a bit, while we’re at it.
• PARTY TRASH: http://partytrash.bandcamp.com