“The Weight Of Gold”
Forest Swords (Matthew Barnes) has always drawn from a deep sheath of patience. Lightly gripping the handle. Stroking the hilt with his pinky. Ringing metal against bamboo, gradually pulling out the blade. You can hear the sharpness. Barnes waits for the right time to implement his attack: sounds, beats, melody, samples, rhythms, vocals (!!!), etc. Planning only strategy, he both delivers and reveals the mysteries behind “The Weight Of Gold.” Carving into the heart of art, one can only distinguish the piece as a whole, not in sections; the sounds mix masterfully and fluidly. Barnes grinds feedback into tape-warp-squeezed crackles, from beat to heat, to sweltering a pace that is unending and driven from the core.
Three years after the Forest Swords’ epic Dagger Paths EP, Tri Angle Records was finally able to squeeze a debut album outta him. Engravings arrives on August 26 in CD, digital, and double-LP formats. Hi!
“Eternal Condition” / “Stuck 2”
“This record is about my demons just as much as its about society’s demons, I was reflecting on both through out the entirety of writing the album. at the time it was blind but I felt everything that was around me coming together inside to make the material that eventually became this album.presenting my environment / location, samples from 9/11 news coverage, surveillance camera audio, TV ads and other sources were used and all arranged together to create a surreal psychological sculpture of American decay and confusion, a map of New York’s nihilism and it’s self referential hedonism. Within this the songs are moments of clarity, times when something made sense enough to be represented with words, being kind of dark and noir. I don’t believe that I offer any pathos but an eternal condition, or a statement about my emotional Hell a statement of my surroundings and my experiences capturing the things I see: rats, metal landscape, toxic water, Junkie friends, HIV billboards, evil news, Luxury and unbound wealth, exclusivity, facelifts, romance, insane police presence, lonely people, all against the sinister vastness of Manhattan’s alienating skyline.” – James Ferraro
These songs are fantastic:
[Photo: Slyvia Kochinski]
Rice Master Yen
The Price Of Rice Vol. 19
Why hasn’t Rice Master Yen been grinded [ground?] Choco-style yet, amirite? I mean, he’s on volume 19 of The Price Of Rice series, and we haven’t even noticed. The German artist produces beats like your mama’s liver produces bile. The Price Of Rice Vol. 19 contains 20 complex yet whimsical rap beats, none of which exceed a minute and a half of your life. And they’re all named after types of cats!
You can download this and all of his huge catalog of material on a name-your-price basis on Bandcamp. So you decide the price of rice. How nice!
• Rice Master Yen: http://ricemasteryen.bandcamp.com/album/the-price-of-rice-vol-19#
“Bury Me Into the Mtn.”
Every time I return to Washington state (my home, now), I’m astonished. It’s easy to take a place — this place — for granted. It’s easy to let the land cease to impress itself upon you, to open you up. Home becomes habit, and habit no longer sees.
My initial attraction to Washington (the Pacific Northwest in general) was the music. I heard in it the reverberations of a place I wanted to be. Indeed, coming to know the place — the landscapes and regional scenes alike — I wasn’t wrong. But sometimes I stop seeing and listening.
So it’s not only with pleasure, but with a sincere gratitude, when I discover artists who remind me to inhabit the little place in which I reside — to see it, and to listen to it, again. Eleanor Murray is, undoubtedly, one such artist.
And it gives me even greater pleasure to share her work with you — to give you an indication of this place, the way in which autobiography and land profoundly intermingle, and to let you hear one of our best “unknown” musicians.
Bury Me Into the Mtn. (review forthcoming), upon which you will find this stunning little song, is being released today. You can/should listen to and order it here.
• Eleanor Murray: http://www.eleanormurray.com
I have this ongoing argument with one my friends that we will eventually begin moving away from the hyper pace of radio pop music back to something more easy-listening, slow, and repetitive. The appeal of repetition has always seemed to hold some place in beat music, riding out a repurposed loop for as long as need be, maybe making a change or two along the way. Hip-hop circa 1994 had this down to a science, hinting at the change-up through verses and choruses, finally feeding it to the listener at the exact moment when they couldn’t have waited another loop for it. It’s like the final showdown in Western films (or samurai movies to be Wu-Tang appropriate). While many beatmakers have been caught up in the maximalist-approach-made-simple via a Macbook and the right software, dudes like Ohbliv are still holding down the groove, like a nod to the head-nod rather than a step toward the dance floor. I can only imagine that if my theory on pop music is wrong, it will only cause these bedroom beatmakers to keep slowing it down and simplifying it, in the face of a music industry continuously trying to find new ways to overfill the space between the MP3s top and bottom. Here’s to ohblivion.
• Ohbliv: http://ohbliv.bandcamp.com
Last year’s excellent Paralytic Stalks marked a new chapter in of Montreal’s career. After a trilogy of records (and a handful of EPs) exploring the darker regions of sexuality from the perspective of his alter ego Georgie Fruit, Paralytic Stalks was the first time in quite a while where Barnes was conclusively singing directly about himself. And being freed from the schizophrenic funk that marked his Georgie Fruit songs allowed Barnes to appropriate and subvert other genres; as a result, Paralytic Stalks impossibly succeeded by incorporating textural and harmonic elements of contemporary classical composers such as György Ligeti, Krystof Penderecki, and Steve Reich, among others. However, one of that album’s strengths could be found in Barnes’ ability to use these musical tools as a seamless addition to his already broad palette of styles. In no way did these newfound experimental chamber elements feel forced; instead, Barnes simply superimposed his well-defined harmonic/melodic language on top of the stylistic signifiers of those composers’ work to stunning effect.
It seems that full-length genre exercises may be the big theme of the group’s new stage, and the lead single “Fugitive Air” — from the band’s forthcoming album, Lousy with Sylvianbriar — shows off what may be the dominant sound of their new work. Barnes has mentioned that this new material has been largely influenced by Gram Parsons, but Barnes isn’t about to go full alt.country on this stuff. Instead, “Fugitive Air” is another excellent merging of Barnes’ musical language with a new genre. During the first half of the song, his voice and guitar bear some similarities to fellow twang warper Neil Michael Hagerty of Royal Trux/Howling Hex before giving way to an ultra poppy melody reminiscent of early oM albums like Horse and Elephant Eatery. Perhaps the influence of Parsons’ songwriting style may have reined in Barnes’ proclivity for sprawling form. As a result, “Fugitive Air” boasts only three distinct musical sections, as opposed to the usual shifting structures of Barnes’ work. Hopefully, this exploration of genre will continue in of Montreal’s future work, because “Fugitive Air” and Paralytic Stalks show that Barnes has a knack for appropriating and warping any style given to him.
You can stream “Fugitive Air” here:
Lousy with Sylvianbriar is out October 8 via Polyvinyl